ONE | THE BLOODY MEET CUTE

Chapter One | The Bloody Meet Cute.

ALENA

It's official, I'm lost. I can't believe I was stupid enough to lead those humans into my house. God! I really am gullible. At least, I wasn't dumb enough to stay.

I'm starting to think that a sign that says “Kill Me" was engraved on my forehead when I was given birth to. I just can't fathom the fact that people are always looking for ways to end my life; first, every member of my pack was killed and now, they are out for my life.

SOME HOURS AGO*****

I went hunting for food when I heard someone cry out in pain, being the good Samaritan I am, I decided to help. That was the second greatest mistake I ever made in my life, next to leaving Lila.

I followed the sound of grunting and it led me to the middle of a fight. The guy that was screaming for help was a badly wounded human. That would have probably set an alarm in any other werewolf's head because it was weird for humans to cross over to our realm, but being the idiot that I am, I took him home for treatment.

I was making something for the weak human to eat when I heard a gunshot. I immediately went through the back door only to find out that humans armed with guns surrounded my house.

Of everything I could have done in that situation, my first thought was screaming, so I screamed.

That's how I ended up running for my life with fully armed werewolf hunters behind me. I escaped, but got lost.

*****

I keep walking, trying to see if there is any other rogues around that can tell me where I currently am. My senses picked up the sound of leaves crunching, very faint, but noticable for a werewolf.

Someone is following me and I know it, I can feel it. I am in danger, I don't know where I am and with the way things are going, I don't think I'm coming out alive.

I turn around, trying to run back to the path I came from only to be stopped by two gigantic wolves. I tried taking another route only to be pounced on by the bigger wolf. The impact made me slam into a nearby tree causing me to slowly lose consciousness.

“ What the hell are you doing in our territory?" Yelled an angry voice while gripping my hair tightly.

Fear immediately consumed me.

I am in someone else's territory, I'm going to die.

“Oh shit!" I said before losing consciousness.

Life really hates me.

*****

Am I dead? It feels like I'm dead.

I won't know if I'm dead or alive by staying still with my eyes closed like I've been doing for the past five minutes.

I woke up five minutes ago and felt the hard surface I was lying on. Being the coward I am, I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and check if it was the surface of a room floor or the surface of the moon goddess throne.

I lay on the hard ground for a few more minutes before I hear footsteps, and it sounds like they are coming my way. I immediately become tense, closing my eyes even tighter, and start praying that they haven't come to get me. I hear the rattling of keys directly in front of wherever the hell I am. It seems like all my prayers are entering through the goddess's right ear and coming out through her left ear. The footsteps resume and stop directly in front of me, then splash! I was dripping wet, gasping for breath, and shivering.

This bunch of idiots just poured ice-cold water on me.

Me being me, I decided to give them a piece of my mind, so I boldly raise my head and spit on the first guy's ugly face.

The other two guards start laughing at the dude I just spit on.

Saying that the werewolf dude was furious would be an understatement of the century, he looks like he's about to explode in fury. It is at that moment that I know that I am going to go through the worse pain ever known to our kind before my unavoidable death.

“You fucking bitch!" He yells furiously and grabs my hair painfully.

He pulls me up till I was looking right into his eyes and spit on my face.

I am too busy being in immense pain to pay attention to the fact that he had just spit on me.

The idiot is at least four inches taller than my 5 ft 6 height. It feels like I'm being hung, but instead of the rope being around my neck, it's tied to my hair. It's extremely painful.

Due to the pain, my fight or flight instincts kicked and I immediately bang my forehead with his.

He let me go while yelping in pain and I rush to the other corner of the dungeon. I really don't understand why I keep digging myself into holes I can't come out of.

Never, I mean never in my twenty-two years of living have I seen a man as angry as the dude I am seeing right now. I only wish the floor could open up and swallow me.

I knew his wolf took over the moment he runs to me at lightning speed.

He punches me square in the face and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He keeps punching me any and everywhere, including my face while occasionally scratching me with his claws.

I know I have no chance of overpowering him, so I just lay there and take what he gives me. When he is satisfied with my condition, he stands up and leaves; but not before hitting me on my stomach with his leg. The impact of the blow causes me to black out.

*****

I slowly regain consciousness when I hear multiple voices outside my room. I open my eyes only to be greeted by complete darkness. I don't know how long I've been asleep or how many days I've been stuck in this shit hole, all I know is that I'm really hungry right now. I could eat an elephant if given one.

I look around trying to assess my situation and I've gathered that:

1. I'm covered in dried blood and I look like death.

2. I'm hungry and tired.

3. I'm either going to die of hunger or ugliness.

4. There's no way I can escape the shit I got myself into.

5. Everything hates me.

One thing keeps bothering me though: why I haven't been killed yet. I mean, I'm grateful that I'm still alive but it's kind of weird. Most packs kill rogues immediately after they enter their territory, but I'm still alive. What could they possibly keep me alive for? To become their slave?

My mind keeps running at millions of miles. I'm more afraid of the thought of being used as a slave than being killed.

Too caught up in my thoughts, I absolutely forgot about the multiple voices outside the door of the dungeon I am in. It wasn't until someone pushed the door open that I snapped out of my million thoughts.

I decide that I am not going to give up that easily and I am going to fight no matter what it takes. I looked around the cell for a weapon to fight them off, only to find nothing.

In panic, I took off my boots to defend myself only to realize that there was a knife inside them. I usually keep a knife with me wherever I go, but I totally forgot about it.

I clutch the knife like my life depends on it, which it technically does.

The moment the doors are pushed open, I lunge at the first person that comes in without any second thoughts. I was aiming for his face but he quickly put his hands in front of his face to stop the knife from hitting him. I was so caught up in my escape plan that I didn't notice the mouth-watering scent of vanilla and citrus.

“Mate!" My wolf yells in my head, for the first time in a long time.

I immediately look into the eyes of the guy I just stabbed with confusion. Before I even have the opportunity to comprehend what is going on, I feel pain explode through my stomach.

My mate has just stabbed me with the same knife I used on him. I look down to find blood on the floor both from his hands and my stomach.

I look up to meet his eyes. There are so many emotions swirling in his gorgeous Green eyes. Anger, confusion, disgust, and shock.

He doesn't really seem to appreciate me being his mate. I don't get the chance to contemplate this as I stumble backward, my consciousness slipping.

“ What a great meet cute." I say aloud before everything goes blank.