Chapter 7: Can we take a detour?

Sierra's POV

There isn't anything worth my packing from here besides my scruffy clothes, worn-out shoes and photos of my memories from the past.

I don't want to rush and make it seem like I can't wait to get out of here. Which, in all honesty, I can't wait to do but I also don't want to take my time and make Alpha Nikolai mad at me.

The one thing I wish I could have done more of was visit my parents' graves. For years I wished I could go out of those gates and be set free. That I had the energy to outrun everyone here but I know different. I know that if I even tried to do anything of the sort that I would be hunted down and locked away forever or even worse...

My thought's are interupted by the woman who has shown me nothing but kindness when no one else is over seeing us. She was my mothers friend when she was alive as I was told. She had several stories to tell me over the yeras about the mischief my Mom and Dad got into when they first started dating.                     It was a lot by the way.

"Are you ready child?" Marta asks as she steps into my little cubicle. I wouldn't even classify this room as a room. It's just a small prison cell that I'm able to walk out of during the day.

I nod my head and put my things in the little backpack that I was given. It's torn and clearly has been used a lot but I don't have anything else besides the things already here.

"Come. Alpha Nikolai is just with Alpha Zade. He won't be too long" she says as she pushes me out of the doorway.

The cars outside are all surrounded by people I don't know. I'm being stared at when someone approaches me. My natural instinct is to stand very still and not do anything but his voice is soft.

The last time someone's voice was soft toward me was when my dad was alive.

"Miss. Is this all you have?" He asks me and I'm about to nod when Marta jumps in for me.

"She didn't want to take absolutely everything" but I know and she knows that isn't the truth. The guy looks to be in his fifties, with greying hair, a grandad belly and soft eyes that don't seem to have a mean bone in him but I know that looks could be deceiving and that people can turn against you at the crack of dawn.

I nod my head slowly while placing my bag in the boot of the car and stand to the side.

"Miss, are you okay?" He asks and I nod my head while keeping a good amount of distance between me and Marta and this man.

"Okay Miss, Alpha Nikolai won't be very long so would you like to say bye now?"

Before I get an answer in, Marta pulls me into a hug and presses something into my hand.

Looking down I see it's a phone. Not the one most of the people here use, it looks to be about 15 Years-Old but it still looks as though it works. I mean it also looks like you could throw it at full strength at a wall and it wouldn't even put a dent in it.

"I want any info on the Crescent Moon pack child. Anything and everything"

Shake my head because I owe her nothing. I owe this pack nothing and the least they can do is give me the freedom I deserve to try and find myself. I'm not their slave anymore. Zade made sure of that the moment he sold me on a deal to Alpha Nikolai and I will never forgive him or this pack for it.

I keep shaking my head as I drop the phone as if it's just been set on fire in my hands and it's then that I feel Marta's claws dig into my skin. I can feel the blood being drawn but no one is about now and no one can see what is happening because we are at the boot end of the car.

It's like a switch has been flipped inside of her, she was never rude or mean to me but right now the kind and warm eyes I am used to are burning with hatred and I swear I see resentment and pain in them but I daren't move just incase she doesn't realise she's doing it. 

"Listen here you little mute. I put up with your shenanigans for too bloody long because your mother was a good woman and I will not-" she clarifies the Not part with another piercing dig in my already weak skin. "-have you tarnish her by being a weak, useless wimp. I won't have you ruin the Whitmore name because you're a freak" she says as she scratches down my arm to prove my uselessness.

I can't even have good enough, thick enough skin to stop her claws from feeling sharp and piercing.

I want to cry. I want to break down and sleep. 

I don't want to go from one hell to another. 

The car door shuts behind me as the first tear falls. Before Nikolai gets in the car I grab the piece of paper and pen I picked up on the way out and write what I need to write before looking out of the window.

I feel him get into the car. Mina is going wild in my head and I enjoy knowing she's least excited about this.

That makes one of us.

"You ready?"

I nod my head and then hand him what I wrote down.

"Can we take a detour?" He reads aloud.

"Depends. Where?" He looks up at me and studies me as if he can already read what I'm thinking and feeling. I turn away briefly because it's intimidating to know that I was only a deal. A slip of paper as if my life isn't worth anything. I can feel his eyes burning holes into my side profile the tension in the car is that strong but I don't give in to the awkwardness. Maybe I give in to the temptation and peak at him nervously  but I try not to show that I am in actual fact, afraid of him. 

I don't even know why he allowed me to come to his pack. I'm ashamed to even be here. The state I am in. Clothes, body, hair. Everything that could go wrong with me, went wrong with me when my parents died.  He's dressed in nice clothes and smells so good and I'm sitting here dressed in ... worn, ruined hand-me-downs.

I hand him the other note. 

"Queens cemetery," he says and then looks at me. 

"Okay. Phillip"

"Yes Alpha sir?"

"Can we go here please?"

"Of course." He says 

The trip doesn't take that long and I manage to hold the tears in until I know I'm alone.

Safe.

"We're here," he says and pushes my seatbelt off my body. He doesn't touch me. He's probably ashamed to even have me in his car.

I don't blame him.

"You know...you write all these things down but we both know your dirty little secret don't we?" He says and I can feel my body tremble in that fear in all too aware of.

He's too close.