Mine

Almost losing my grip on the weapon due to fear that someone might have caught me snooping around.

"Nothing uhmm," I quickly answered, fumbling for words as I placed the revolver back in its original position and putting the box back into the drawer. I tried acting like nothing happened even though I had been caught.

"If nothing, then what the hell are you doing in here?" The person that had scared me was none other than Heather kings.

"Sir Bryan ordered me to start a clean up for a party later this evening," I replied, my voice barely audible to myself but I knew the message was passed across to her super hearing.

"Then why are you just standing there?" she asked as she waltzed through the room, not really caring about me in the slightest. It looked like she was searching for something.

I quickly resumed my work as I was almost fiinshed with the office anyway, I walked over to the doors with my cart.

"Finally," Heather said, pulling out her phone from the sofa.

She turned her gaze towards me before a wicked grin spread across her face.

"You know you can't have something like that," she began to speak as she advanced closer to me, the smile still present in her lips.

"Oh don't act so shy now, I saw the way you looked at him earlier when . . . , you know . . ." Her grin stretched wider. "He and I were getting it on."

She wasn't wrong though, I've had a secret crush on Bryan since I could think for myself, always checking him out from afar, wishing I could talk with him, I even prayed to the moon goddess to let us be soulmates.

"Oh, look at your little red face," she cooed mockingly as she was now in front of me. The smile on her face had disappeared, she took a strad of my shirt locks and tucked it behind my ears as she grabbed my neck harshly.

"You are so pitiful, let me just break it down for you, Bryan would never in his entire life want someone as miserable and bad looking as you do, really disgusting to think about it." Her hands trailed from my neck to clasping my jaw which was a little relief because I had thought she wanted to unalive me slowly but then, her fingers on my jaw began to grow tighter.

I yelped as I felt a sharp pain, she must have extended her claws a bit.

"The only way you can ever have someone like Bryan is in your wildest dreams," she whispered before letting go of my chin.

I dropped to the floor as my legs felt like jelly from fear.

"You can get back to work, Hannah," she laughed as she exited the office.

I wiped the little tears that had formed as I got up and got back to work.

What was I thinking anyway, he was the future alpha and I was just a crappy, weak, lazy, ugly old Hannah, everyone would laugh if they knew I had a crush on him.

At least I still had hope though, my birthday is in a week's time. Maybe the moon goddess could shine a little bit of light upon my dull life— Someone that can take me away from this hell of a pack.

That person was my last hope, I would have left the pack if I wasn't so weak, the rogues would have killed me without too much stress, plus I had nowhere else to go.

~~~

It took me a while before I had cleaned up the pack house for the party, it was already time for the party and I knew that Bryan wouldn't want me here nor would anyone at all.

Returning my cart to the kitchen where I stunned upon Mía and Amy, Heather's two minions. They had pitiful smiles on their faces when they saw me entered the kitchen, Heather must have told them.

Ignoring them was my plan but it seemed they had other plans when I became their topic of discussion, they didn't bother to keep their voices any bit lower, wanting me to hear their thoughts.

"It is quite pitiful isn't it Amy, Bryan would probably throw up if he heard about this," Mia said as they both laughed at the joke, me.

"I wonder how someone would ever want that," she stretched out her well manicured fingers, referring to me.

I knew I was not perfect, they helped me with this knowledge every single day so I didn't think too much of it.

I did not wait to listen to more of their taunts as they kept coming at me with their words. I quickly made my way out of the pack house when I bumped into Bryan.

It was dark out so I couldn't really see that well. "I'm sorry sir, I wasn't looking where I was going." Even if I did I would have still bumped into him because I couldn't see properly as my head was always bowed to the ground.

He was dressed up casually for the party, a button up shirt which had two buttons loose and jeans. He was looking alright, like he did anytime of the day.

"Hope you're all done?" He asked with a look of disgust in his eyes as he wiped himself off of me.

"Yes sir, I'm fine with everything." My answer was short as I did not want to give a full detail of what I had done nor did he want to hear any of it when he sidestepped me towards the house but not before saying, "Good job, now get lost." Without even a glance back at me as he made his way further into the house.

That was just his way of telling me he didn't want to see me around the party , like I would if I was invited but I've never liked their parties. The one time I attended, I was the center of attention as they mocked everything about me, my brothers headed that one.

I managed to walk my way home in the dark as I hadn't brought my phone out with me, the street lights provided a bit of light though.

I entered through the doors of my home, when the scent of food hit me hard, my stomach grumbled and I realized I haven't had anything to eat since morning.

"Hannah, is that you? I'm in the kitchen," my mother yelled out for me to come.

"I was hoping you'd show up by this time," she said, knowing I wouldn't be invited to the party just like Kyle and Kaleb were.

"Perfect timing," she beamed as she set the last wares on the table . It was a dinner for two as I knew my step brothers were not coming back today, that I was relieved about. They were attending the party as they were part of Bryan's circle of friends.

My stomach growled even louder as I looked in from the entrance of the kitchen, which made my mother chuckle and ushered me in. "Come sit down, let's eat."

I walked in and took a seat, she kept smiling at me when she started a conversation. "I know you've been working all morning and I thought to make dinner when you got back, just the two of us."

"Look, I know you've been having a rough time here in the pack, as your mother I should be there for you and I'm sorry I'm not always," she started to apologize which would make me tear up so I stopped her using the food as an excuse that they'll get cold.

She only chuckled before we started to dig in. My stomach finally getting what it wanted made a few soft noises.

My mother commented after I had finished my plate. "You must be really hungry, here are some more." She filled my plate back up to which I was grateful for.

Once we finished eating, I offered to do the dishes just to show my appreciation but she wouldn't let me.

"You've been working all morning, you need rest okay." She said taking the plates from my hand. "Why don't you go upstairs, I'll handle these."

I hugged her from behind. "Thanks mom," I said before making my way to my room.

I laid down in my bed for a while before grabbing my phone which I barely use as I haven't the time any day. I had no friends so there were no text messages, no calls. And so my mind wandered to the life that I was living.

My mother was the only one I had and I was thankful she was there. My father had died when I was little, he was also good to me as well, my brothers, they have not always been this mean, at least then, they played pranks but now it was like they were after my life.

The only reason why they haven't killed me yet was because the pack didn't condone killing of its members.

I sat up and walked towards the window, gazing at the sky which taunted me as it had all these stars that brightened it up while I had none.

My birthday was something I both wanted and dreaded. At least I'll be able to find my soulmate, my other half, the one who would brighten my dull black sky or at least that was how my mother explained it. I was also scared of the fact that whoever it was would see me and not want anything to do with me, just like the rest of this pack.

At that time I didn't know if I wanted to continue living or not.

There was a knock at my door which halted my train of thoughts. "Hey, you okay?" My mother asked from the other side of the door before pushing it open.

"I'm okay," I reassured her.

"Okay then, goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that she was off to bed.

I smiled at the fact that she still came to check up on me once more.

I laid on my bed, sleep avoiding me as I felt weird all over, for a few hours I tossed and turned but couldn't seem to fall asleep. Grabbing my phone, I checked the time which read 11:52 almost midnight.

I made my way downstairs to grab a glass of milk which should help when all of a sudden this amazing scent hit me

The glass in my hand had fallen from my grasp but that wasn't a matter at all.

It smelled of forest after a rainy day and with coffee.

Stepping out of the house, I sniffed the air once more, taking in this wonderful fragrance as it seemed to pull me towards a particular location.

Few minutes later, I was standing in front of the pack house, my mind still clouded by the soft odor, the pack house was lighted up, music blasted the air and all I wanted to do was return back to the confinement of my room but then I would miss an opportunity of finding the source of this strong scent.

Once I entered the pack house which was now packed with teenagers, red cups in hands, flashing lights as the music boomed. Even with the smell of sweat and alcohol, it didn't cover up the fragrance that led me there.

As I pushed my way further towards the center of the house, something drew me closer, they seemed to be parting for me at this point until finally I came upon Bryan and heather.

They were tangled up as they swayed with the music, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Once I was at least ten feets away, the words left my mouth before I could think of what I was doing.

And for the first time I growled.

"Mine."