conquering what is his

Dedicated to one of the nicest person on this site who has been supporting this story Mylilhead Lolita's pic above. Present day. -2016 "I wouldn't do that if I were you!" The sing song voice of the smiling girl's brother made the young woman Lolita jerked away from the oven, her eyes narrowed on his, and she stomped down on the ground angrily. "Mom said I could have some," The eight-teen year old girl answered back curtly, her light brown eyes daring her brother Tyler to question her honesty," I did as I was told." "Mom, but not me," Her brother Tyler coyly said shoving her out his way, making her lose her footing, and land flat on her butt, "Better have not eaten all of them." He said referring to his chocolate chip cookies but before his sister Lolita could answer to that. The kitchen door was barged open it's oak material flying about the place, heavy steps shook the small family home. The teenagers froze in terror as foreign man clad in anothers packs' warrior attire aimed his gun reeking of silver towards them, and his clothing strained with blood. His eyes were pitch blank, his mouth pulled back in a snarl revealing his canines, and he sneered, "Out." The man snarled at the panicked teenagers who stormed towards the doorway; their hearts pounding with fear, and all on their mind was their parents. Tears welled up in the young woman's eyes, as she looked around the destroyed home; claws ripped through the furniture, to the wallpaper, and family photos. "Line." The warrior stated, motioning them to aline theselves, and simply placed cuffs on each of them. Lolita's small wrists immediately ached as the weight of the handcuffs held her in place, she whimpered as the towering man held the chain in his hand, and without warning yanked her with her brother forward. A gasp escaped the teenagers as they were pushed outside, their small community in ruins;brick houses destroyed, pack members littered the once green grass that was now the color of blood, and Lolita could feel her brother Tyler shaking in anger as he took in the sight. Young, and old bodies with eyes still opened laid limply on the ground. The warrior who was in front of them, glanced back at the pair with an unreadable look in his eyes, and walked silently towards the group of men who awaited him. They nodded their heads at their friend in respect, each man held on to a chain that secured people from the teenagers pack; people who choose life over loyalty of course. "Smells like heaven!" The biggest warrior stated with a smile on his disgusting face, he breathed in the metalic stench of blood, and his friends joined in agreeing laughing at how successful they were in defeating the pack that was now gone. Lolita glared at them wanting to make them feel how funny it was to be harmed. "Where's ma?" Tyler whispered worriedly in her ear, not seeing their mother in any of the terrorist lines, and the young girl simply shrugged her eyes filled with tears as she sniffled. "I-" Before she could answer the soldiers yanked them forward; it wasn't the fact her pack was gone, nor her family lost that her hurt the most but that she had to live through it all. _____ Xavier groaned before he slumped down after another day of torture, his body aching from the constant abuse, and he cursed as he took in his mistreated figure. Bruises once again marked his face, his dark brown eyes stared back at him hatefully, and he cursed through clench teeth before running his fingers through his black hair. The thin cot he sat on not doing s**t for his tired body, he spent his free time like this often; staring in the cracked dented mirrior in the cell he was raised in. His hate for himself so much more massive than his hate for the pack members in this wretched place. Fuck my life. Xavier thought inwardly as he stared hatefully at his face, before anger took over, and for the hundreth time the mirror was punched in with his fist pained again with glass. He shut his eyes shut tightly, he wish he didn't have to go upstairs again, but sadly omegas didn't get do as they wished. He was only given an hour break to eat, sleep, and shower before his hellish life begun again; he wish those sixty minutes would last forever. Before he could drown himself in loath; the dungeon doors were opened, and Xavier rushed forward to his cell gates glancing at the asshole so called warriors who arrograntly marched forward; their attires of red and black stained with blood. Xavier didn't have to be a genius to know the new Alpha had taken over more land; his face turned in a scowl at the thought of such a being who was more pathetic than the old Alpha Blackson, and even moreso heartless. Xavier rolled his eyes in boredom as the same warriors pulled in each of their new captives in a cell; he stared until his eyes locked onto one of the few people who weren't so cruel to him in this horrid place, they shared a glance with emotionless face. Seeing as nothing interesting was occurring, Xavier was gonna head back towards his cot until an unusual scent stopped him. He froze. His heart beating faster than the time he was ordered to do a thousand laps, his brown eyes wide, and his body slack. The mingled aroma of vanilla, and strawberries made him clench his fingers into fist, and regrettably he slowly walked towards it. Xavier felt his wolf that was forcefully sedated years ago, begin to surface inside of him, and his heart beat nearly stop once he sighted her. Mate. "No," Xavier worriedly backed away from the cell gates, he felt like air was sucked out of him, as his face paled with worry, "It can't be." Who the f**k would guess, that he would have a mate? The sniffles his mate made only made his fist clench tighter ready to end whoever made her cry, the petite woman's brown eyes searched around the place worriedly, as the male that was tugged along with her was yanked forward. Mine. Xavier thought to himself jealously as he took in the sight of his mate; her brown doe eyes held innocence, her long curly hair unruly from what she been through reached down to her back in her yellow dress, and as those eyes searched everywhere it landed on his cell. Yet before she could sight him, he jumped out the opened window enduring the pain as he fell, because a woman like her deserved better than him. That was what he thought, but not what he felt. ______.