Chapter 1: A new pack

CHAPTER ONE- A NEW PACK

GABRIELLA 

My heart pounded hard in my chest as my weak legs struggled to move as fast as they could. 

My long blonde hair clung to my sweaty skin as I ran in the thick of the woods, panting and looking over my shoulders. The darkness of the night made it harder to find my way but I kept running, my whole being engulfed in fear.

“Catch the thief! We must throw her in the dungeons “ I heard a baritone voice yell behind me followed by the chants of angry loud voices. I was being chased by a group of heavily chested guards with sticks, and my only saving grace was the fact that everywhere was dark.

I was just an omega living in Stone Pack. My mum used to be a fantastic chef and had the knowledge of healing which she passed down to me, but she suddenly passed away.

After her death, my dad began to drink and gamble and ended up acquiring a lot of debt. In order to pay up, he sold me to a wicked woman at the age of ten, who made me work in her kitchen without pay for twelve years.

To make matters worse, the other employed chefs didn’t like me because all the customers only ate my food. They called me a witch and accused me of casting spells on their food to make them eat only what I cook. Working in such a toxic environment was hell but I managed to pull through.

Right now, one of the chefs accused me of theft from one of the customers; the fearful Beta of the pack. His golden scepter was planted in my box and I knew I would be thrown in the dungeon when the investigation was over.

The only solution is to run, so at night. I packed about three clothes and wrapped them in a small sack before flinging it over my shoulders. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me but some of the guards caught on and began to chase me.

I knew they were closing in on me and I feared for my future. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand. I was startled, but I knew better than to scream or I’ll attract the guards. I looked at the person holding me and I could see it was a girl about my age, dressed in a hoodie and baggy pants.

I would have wondered what she was doing here by this time but I was too tired and disoriented to bother.

“Come with me,” she whispered.

I nodded and followed her wherever she would take me. At least, it’s safer being with her than being caught and thrown in the dungeon.

She led me through a path I didn’t know existed till we were far away from the noise of the guards. I exhaled in relief, glad to have escaped them. I fell on the floor, panting like a thirsty camel as I tried to catch my breath.

“Thank you for helping me,” I managed to mutter, staring at the tall brunette in front of me.

I was disoriented after escaping the guards who were after my life. I dusted the sand off my clothes and stood up, my raging breath finally calming down. “ You literally saved my life,”

“Don’t mention. I couldn’t let a bunch of angry men catch a helpless damsel in distress,” a light smile tugged at the edge of her lips.

I liked her sense of humor and I summoned more courage to talk to her.

“I’m Gabriella. What’s your name?”

“Wendy,”

“Sorry, but why are you here by this time?” I asked curiously, clutching my old bag of clothes tightly.

“My mum works for the priestess so I came to see her. I could tell you're an omega and I know you all aren’t treated well in Stone Pack so I decided to help,”

I was thankful she had come to save me, or I'd have been caught and beaten mercilessly and thrown in the dungeon for a crime I didn’t commit.. The journey to the next pack, which was White pack, was long and unending.

I was thirsty and tired from walking all night. My feet were sore and swollen and I badly needed a place to relax.

We got there well into the morning and Wendy was kind enough to let me stay with her till I found my feet.

I was excited to be in White Pack and started applying for jobs immediately. I saw an opening at Alpha Waylen’s mansion the next day. His mother died recently, and he is looking for a chef who can make mushroom broth soup exactly like hers.

The job came with a fat salary, and we were told that whoever cooked the special soup the way the Alpha wanted it would become his personal chef and that means an even bigger increase in salary. I was so excited after passing the online and physical interview which was done within two weeks. Some professional chefs came in to taste our food and five chefs were selected to work in the mansion.

Out of all the thousands of chefs to apply, I was among the top five. The thought of it warmed my heart.

I shared the news with Wendy and she was very excited for me.

“To celebrate, we’re hitting the club tonight. Don’t even bother to protest because you haven’t explored White Pack. This is an opportunity to unwind and enjoy yourself,”

I wanted to argue but I couldn’t. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun after my hard work so I slipped into one of Wendy’s hot dresses. It waa a red, short silky dress that clung to my skin like sin. I wasn’t comfortable with it but she insisted I wore it because according to her, I look hot in it. I finally agreed to put it on and off we went.

One of Wendy’s friends took us to his table upstairs in the Vip lounge and I had no choice but to follow them, my eyes darting around anxiously. My eyes fell on a man in a corner. He had the most beautiful brown eyes and the most structured face. His dark hair melted into his face like butter and his lean muscular body—breathtaking.

I have never seen a man so handsome in my life. I could see him smirk as he looked at me and my heart froze.

Oh my goodness! He’s staring!

My cheeks became red and I looked away. My heart was already beating fast in my chest and I feared that if I looked any longer, it would burst from excitement. This strange man looks sexually appealing, and his eyes.

His beautiful chocolate eyes made me feel a tightness down there. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially because I planned on keeping myself for my fated mate.

“I need a drink,” I muttered to myself as I tried to look away from the handsome stranger. 

There were lots of bottles of alcohol on the table in front of us so I let myself have a shot. My lips squeezed together as I felt the hot liquid burn my throat, but it felt surprisingly sweet.

I didn’t know alcohol could taste so nice and I found myself gulping down some more shots. I started to feel tipsy and didn’t realize when I stood up and began to dance.

Wendy was also drunk and she joined me on the dance floor as we both shook our hips to the beat of the music.

Again, my eyes rested on the handsome man and I couldn’t stop staring at him. The way he looked at me made me want to melt.

I could see him walk up to me and I could swear I stopped breathing.

“Mind if we dance?” His deep voice penetrated my ears. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, but I ended up falling for the words of this man.

As he stood tall over me, his deep voice smooth like butter and his pretty eyes staring into mine felt exciting and thrilling.

We went to the dance floor and he took the lead, his hands on my waist while my arms flew around his neck as he guided my steps. He whispered something in my ear and I found myself laughing like he was the funniest guy in the world. I was too drunk to be shy and I didn’t realize I began to bite my lip and twirl my hair as he spoke.

“I want you,” he held me closer, breathing into my neck. I froze in his arms, my eyes meeting his. I could see the pure desire in his eyes as he watched me with hitched breath.

He leaned forward and enveloped me in a kiss, tasting every corner of my lips as his arms roamed my waist.

It was sudden and shocking, but it made the knot in my stomach tighten. I never thought a stranger could make me feel this way and it felt exciting.

He asked me to follow him to his room in a hotel opposite the club and I instantly agreed. 

We got to the room and he swiftly rushed at me, pinning me to the wall and kissing me from my lips to my neck.

“Oh my!” I gasped, running my hands in his sandy hair. In a second, my clothes were gone and he pinned me to the bed, worshiping my body with his tongue. I cried out underneath him, my fingers digging into the flesh of his back as I moaned in his ears.

The next thing I remembered was being intertwined with him in the sheets.

His tongue on my nipples made it harden like ice, and his dick inside of me felt like fire. It hurt, but I slowly began to adjust to his pace.

“You’re a virgin,” his brows squinted in surprise and I slowly nodded. He seemed impressed by that and tenderly worshiped my body till I had an orgasm and passed out from satisfaction.