Alpha Daryl

Once inside the large house, Daryl explain's that it was the packhouse and that they had done a lot of renovations recently “Your pack” I murmur He smiles at me again “Welcome to the Crescents pack” he finally puts me on my feet and steadies me as I wobble. “Alpha?” he nods, I don’t know if its because I had used all my energy or because my mate was an Alpha, but I burst out laughing and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you not think of me as a suitable Alpha?” he was looking serious now “It’s not that, its, well, all my life I have been a slave and now here you are a wolf in shining armour like my very own fairy tale” I was still laughing but spots were forming in front of my eyes as I was struggling to catch my breath. I feel him step towards me, afraid, I take a step back, but the spots had become too big in my vision and I fall forward directly into his solid body. Daryl lifts me again and as my vision comes back, he is carrying me up a fli

Some of the men stay with Daryl whilst others follow us back to the Crescent packs land. When we arrive, Beta Jax parks out front of the packhouse and climbs off the bike, he offers me a hand but I manage to manoeuvre myself. “Inside” is all he says and as I walk up the steps I turn to see him getting my books out his bag. Inside the packhouse, Beta Jax shows me around, something that Daryl hadn’t even done yet, he showed me where the kitchen was and told me I could help myself to anything or if there was anything I wanted that they didn’t have, then to add it to the list that was stuck to the fridge. I nod as he continues to lead me around the huge house, it was much bigger than Black Night’s and I knew I would have trouble remembering where every thing was “And finally, we have the library” he pulled open the large double doors, the room was magnificent, books reached from the floor to the ceiling, surrounding the entire room, large sofas sat in the middle of the r

He traces his fingers over it which causes me to shudder, a mixture of pain and the tantalising feeling of his skin touching mine, his voice is low as he whispers “Who did this?” I had seen what he was capable of with Maddox, with my hesitation he grabs my good wrist “Ashley, I will not ask you again, who did this?” My lips barely move, but Daryl still registers the word “That fucking lowlife” I was shaking now, his grip was tight around my wrist, this was it, he was going to reject me because I was damaged goods. “When?” but his eyes are back on the branding and before I have a chance to answer he speaks “The day I found you, that was why you were running, you were trying to escape them from any more abuse” I cry and not like before, it is the only thing I could think of doing and Daryl looked genuinely shocked as the tears fell thick and fast as I bawl my eyes out. I had kept everything bottled up for so long and this is what had pushed me over the

His dark eyes bore into my own, the closeness relaxing me, his earthy scent infiltrating my mind, I felt hazy, had this asshole marked me, he said he wouldn’t. I move my hands up to feel my neck and collarbone but there is nothing different and I watch a small smile play on his lips. “How?” I ask him through the open mind link “We are mates” its all he says but he doesn’t take his eyes off of mine “But we haven’t, you haven’t…” He cuts me off “It’s because of who you are!” I let his words sink in and squirm slightly as the doctor starts stitching me up, it was more painful than I thought it would be and Daryl slides his hand across the bed towards me which I grab with my one good hand and squeeze it hard, letting my nails sink into his skin. He didn’t recoil, he didn’t even react other than continuing to stare into my own eyes, I felt like he was looking into my soul, almost searching for something. “All done” the doctor stands back wi

Hayden follows my eyes and looks up at the stained glass window and looks confused, he threw the table over and grabbed the chair I was on, dragging me across the ground by my foot. “Fucking whore is communicating with him” he stands over me and rips the jumper and tshirt I’m wearing exposing my chest and searches me, I assume he was looking for a mark. I watch him glance down to my scarred nipple and he laughs. “Who is going to want you anyway” and he walks away, slamming a door shut and once again followed by the familiar sound of a lock. Daryl continued to talk to me through mind link, he knew something was wrong and wasn't happy when I wouldn't tell him. My jaw was swollen and extremely painful as well as my left eye, I was freezing cold after having my clothes ripped apart. He promised he was nearby but they needed to access the situation. I was trying hard not to cry, I had to keep it together. No matter how hard I tried, I could not free myself from these bond