Rejecting Mr Alpha

The earliest memories that a person holds should be some of the most treasured, perhaps a little picnic that you and your family went on, a wanderer's day out that brings you such immense joy whenever it pops into your mind. But for me, my earliest memory is of pain and despair, it's my earliest yet my most agonising memory that I hold. When I was only a young child, our peaceful little pack was attacked one night by the infamously cruel Dark Warrior Pack. They not only took us for everything that we had but took one of the purest people to grace this earth. The one person who sacrificed her own life to save that of her children. My feet skipped along the frozen cobblestone path leading from the pack house, my mind consumed with excitement for what this day would bring. The freezing temperatures of winter pricked my rosey cheeks as I skipped, along with my breath emitting an icy cloud of mist, I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped my lips. “Fern hunny, please put your cardi

After waving goodbye to Hadwin for the night, I returned to my bedroom to get some much-needed rest after the eventful day that I had endured. But no matter how long I lay in bed and forced sleep, it never came. All that was rushing through my head was the thought of my mate, his bright blue eyes were all I could see when I would close mine. 
I tossed and turned trying to force the image of his face out of my head, but each time I was met with resistance from my wolf. She was beyond angry that I had ran from my mate rather than run into his arms, but she was only thinking about the mate aspect, I had the problem of my father hating every single person in that pack more than anything on this earth. But that was not the only issue with us meeting, it was the circumstances that we met under which is bringing more issues to the surface.
He caught me and the other men setting traps in his pack border which whole purpose was to inflicted harm on him and any of his pack members, that doesn’t

I freeze in place, my breath hitching in my throat as the Alpha remained behind me, his whole aroma caused my wolf to purr in my head and attempt to force me to melt into him more. His muscular arms wrapped around my body, showing me the many beautiful pieces of artwork that he had tattooed onto his forearms. As I place my hand on his arm in attempts to free myself from his grasp, a million tiny sparks begin to dance up my skin and spread throughout my entire being. This action only causing my wolf to purr even louder and beg for me to fall right into his arms, but to her dismay, that was something I was not going to do. “Let me go!” I say beginning to fight against him, but this only caused the Alpha to grip me even harder than before, I guess he doesn’t only have those rippling muscles for show. “And why would I do that, you’re my mate, now that I have you tightly in my grasp, you will never escape me again.” He whispers in a chuckle like tone close to my ear again, this action

The longer that I sat in the deserted bedroom pulling at the chains, the more the little hope which I still held in my heart that I was to get out of here alive drifted from my mind. My back now leaning against the wall with my legs pulled up to my chest, I truly felt as though I was the same little child who awoke from a nightmare and circled up in the corner waiting for Hadwin to come and make it all better. I would say my father was there but since my mother passed, he was never the loving father that he once was. He was physically there sometimes but you knew mentally, he was somewhere else completely. Now that my mother had appeared in my mind and everything that happened to her, I couldn’t help but be riddled with the deep feeling of guilt for where I was sitting. I couldn’t understand how any of this was fair, why am I mated to the Alpha of the pack who killed my mother all of those years ago? Was it all some kind of sick joke that was being played on me? A single tear escapi

After getting lost in the mystic dance that he and I were playing, his body laying on mine with his hand once again doing the rounds of my body, left me still lost in his scent and touch to protest any further. But when his hand began to make its way down to my lower section, realisation of what was happening and if I didn’t step in, what was inevitably going to happen, I snap out of my trance and realise what I was doing. I could have told him to get off and tell him how much I hated him, but my mind soon realised this situation could be the key to me getting out of here. He was much too occupied with his escapades of my body to really take notice that he’d moved his legs from pinning down mine, so with a smirk on my lips when he went to trail his mesmerising kisses down my neck, I lift my knee up and hit him right where it hurts. Instantly, he doubles down in pain clutching onto his injured package which I knew was getting ready for what he had planned to do. Now having the freed