Alora.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I rested against the car and turned my gaze away from the men.
No!
Where the hell was I?!
I couldn't stumble into another pack,not especially if it was one of the packs Jax had control over. It would mean that I couldn't be free.
I gasped desperately for air as tears filled my eyes and I raised my hand to my chest to stop myself from hyperventilating. But it was hard and I looked around the mansion.
There was no one else in sight except the two guards at the gate, and I knew it was impossible to escape them.
I had to think of something!
But it was so hard to do so when I was imagining Jax walking in with a grin on his face and congratulating me on stepping into his den once more.
I was hopeless as more tears filled my eyes and my body shook and my palms became sweaty as I looked around the estate..
Someone very powerful lived here and I could only think of one status in the pack where the person could afford such luxury. I shook my head as I closed my eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.
I had to get out of here now!
Glancing around, I realized there was one door that led inside the mansion. Going back to the guards was a bad plan.
I could go in, hide for a while and when there was a change in the guards, I'll use that as an opportunity to escape. I said to myself and I nodded.
Touching my left bruised foot, I tore off a piece of my gown and wrapped the cloth around it to stop the bleeding. It stung and I hissed in pain before peeping at the guards once more.
They seemed to be in a discussion, staring at each other and I took that as an opportunity to slide off the car and tip toe towards the fountain.
I could hide in the flowers and go round it before running into the house. I had no doubt they would see me since everywhere was so brightly lit but it was a risk I was willing to take.
Taking a deep breath, I crawled gently towards the bushes, avoiding hitting my ankle. Thankfully, no one came out of the mansion nor was anyone heading towards it, orderwise o would have been caught.
I swallowed, looking behind me as I neared the flowers, my heart pounded loudly in my chest and I finally reached the flowers. Sighing in relief, I looked at the door to the mansion. It was a safe distance and I knew once I ran towards it, there was no going back anymore.
Tears of frustration filled my eyes as I tried to think of a way out but found nothing else. I glanced at my leg, I couldn't even run much because it was hitting badly.
I turned back to the guards who had stopped discussing as they sniffed the air and I turned away sharply.
They've figured me out!
I had to act quick!
I rose to my feet and took a step towards the house, my heart beating hard against my ribs, threatening to break the bones. I could go into the mansion. It was big and there were a lot of hiding places.
Before I could take another step forward, a loud shout came from behind me.
"Hey! Stop there!"
I froze and looked to see the two guards start running towards me, a look of surprise on their faces and I didn't waste any more time as I sprinted towards the mansion.
"Stop right there!" One of them shouted and I looked back to see him take out a gun from his back pocket and I gasped in shock, running faster towards the door which suddenly seemed so far away.
My veins thumped in my throat and every pulse beat fast against my skin as tears blinded my vision once more. My vision blurred and I could feel panic setting in as the men drew closer to me.
It felt like Jax's men once again and I started to cry harder. When I reached the door, I pushed it back and thankfully it was opened.
I sighed in relief as I looked back at the men, they were a few steps behind me and I slammed the door shut, turning the keys and locking it.
They slammed into the door angrily and I jumped, stepping backwards and glancing at the door in shock before hearing them sigh and leave.
I sighed before I turned around at the inside of the mansion and my breath left me once more. The inside was even more extravagant than the outside.
I was in a sitting room, a very big one with dark gray sofas and a huge round glass table at its center. Beautiful vases sat at the end of each sofa sparkling with bright lights from the chandelier above them.
I turned to the two sides staircase that led to the top floor, it's rims were lined with gold and they sparkled, the floor reflected the ceiling and I found myself looking down at my pale skin and tartared face as they reflected back my image.
"Where is she?" I heard a loud voice coming from my right and I noticed a long hallway that probably led to the kitchen or something and I gasped when I heard hurried footsteps along it.
Quick! Find where to hide! I told myself as I liked around the sitting room. It was too opened and there was no way they wouldn't find me behind any of the sofas.
Tears blinded my vision as I thought of what to do.
Mask your scent! A thought came to my head and I immediately scolded myself for not thinking about that earlier. I quickly took deep breaths as I forced my scent away, closing my eyes to make sure they took effect before opening them once more.
The footsteps came closer and I knew if I hid it would take them a while to find me without sniffing me out and the mansion was big enough to hide my small frame.
Looking around, I knew there was no hiding place in the sitting room and I glanced at the staircase. Upstairs would be the best place to hide, maybe inside one of the rooms.
With that thought in mind, I sprinted off to the stairs, almost tripping over my own injured foot as I took sharp breaths. When the pain intensified it was like a thousand needles piercing at my feet at the same time.
Tension filled my shoulders as I neared the top of the stairs and the footsteps became louder, my heart beat loud in my chest overshadowing the sound of footsteps as I got to the top of the stairs and found myself in the center of two long hallways.
I quickly made a decision and ran to the right, finding a few doors staring at each other. By now I could hear the voices in the sitting room and I ran towards one of the doors, trying it open but it was locked and I could feel panic setting in once more as I ran to the other door.
Tears of relief blinded my vision as the door opened and I closed it gently behind me, sighing deeply as I looked around.
I noticed I was in a bedroom and it was massive with a huge king sized bed at the center of the room with a nightstand just beside it. A bench sat in front of the bed and I neared it, noticing a gun was on top of it.
I gasped looking away from it and at the room. There was a working area at the left side of the room decorated with a laptop and piles of paper. A door was directly opposite it and I knew it was a walk in closest.
Huge dark drapes fell from the wall covering the glass windows that ran from the ceiling to the floors. The room was beautiful but uninviting and dark.
It looked like something Dracula could live in and I found myself wanting to leave when I heard angry voices outside the door and I jerked in fear before looking around and seeing a huge duvet dropping from the bed.
The bed was the closest to me as I couldn't make it to the closet in time and I crawled underneath it, pulling the duvet a bit to shield myself as I stated quiet underneath the bed. I hated how I hadn't thought of switching off the room lights but I was grateful at least my scent was masked and no one would find me even if they walked in.
I lied down on my side, pulling my knees closer to me as I waited, my heart thumping loudly in my chest as I prayed silently that whosoever owned this room didn't come in or the men behind the door didn't walk in.
Ares. I walked into my room, slamming the door behind me. The stress of today finally weighed down on my shoulders as I sighed and reached for the buttons on my shirt when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I snatched it, grumbling at the disturbance after finishing my rounds at the west borders in case we had more intruders after the man I had just killed. Jax was one sneaky bastard and I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a second. I picked the call on the second ring after seeing my Beta's name flash across my screen. "What is it, Seth?" I growled into the speakers and I heard Seth take a deep breath as if fearing to tell me when he had called to say. Seth was my most trusted wolf, my right hand man and my childhood friend, he was the only I had ever called friend and I could trust him with my life, with every part of me. He had stood by me at every moment of my life, loyally serving me and I couldn't trust anyone at my back except him. He would give his life for me. "Uhm,
Alora. "Who the fuck are you?" His deep voice growled at me and I shivered as fear shot up my spine. The man standing before me was tall, he had a broad chest, and lean muscles. His biceps flexed as he raised his gun at me. He had deep blue cold eyes, not the usual blue of the ocean, nor the blue color of the sky. His eyes were a deeper shade, like a painter that stroked that spot repeatedly, highlighting the color. But instead of the warmth that the color blue brought, these man's were filled with cold and hate. There were no emotions in them, except from the reflection of anger in them. If I hadn't seen his reaction when he had first seen me I would have thought he could feel no other emotions except from anger and irritation. The way he had looked down on me was the exact opposite of the emotion on his face. He had looked at me with soft eyes, gasping silently at the color of my eyes. My violet eye color had been a mystery to my parents, I was different from the other wolves.
Alora. I stared into Ares' eyes. It felt so surreal that I had escaped from one deadly Alpha to another one. It was almost getting hard to breathe as my eyes watered and I thought of an answer to give Ares. He had asked for my last name and I knew telling him I was a Pentagon was basically taking the gun to my head and pulling the trigger. There was no way Ares was going to let me go knowing I was Jax's property. I had no choice but to take my parents last name, my rightful name. The name I was supposed to go by if Jax hadn't owned me. "Forrester. My name is Alora Forrester," I lied through gritted teeth, glancing away from Ares as it was hard to look him in the eye and lie. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as the lie rolled off my chest. "Hmm." Ares murmured. "And where are you from? Should I ask your pack since I can't smell your wolf?" He asked, raising a brow at me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I was scared he could hear it. I needed to think of something, and f
Alora. "Listen to me Alora, you mean nothing to us," My mother said to me. I had just turned five years old today and I had been foolish enough to ask for a birthday gift. My mother, who was a striking beauty with blonde hair and bright green eyes, glared at me. I remembered calling her an angel or a princess many times because of how her blonde hair glowed. But that was just the outside of the person I called mother. Because on the inside, she was cruel and unforgiving, at least to me. My father was a quiet man with brown curly hair and hazel eyes that were behind big round glasses. He was extremely quiet and did everything my mother asked him to without any excuse. Most days I thought he was just a normal wolf with a low self esteem who thought he deserved someone as beautiful as my mother so he listened to her and worshiped the ground she walked on. But as time flew I knew he was just as twisted as her. A silent cry escaped my lips as my mother pulled my ear and dragged me ou
Alora. It was dark in the room and a part of me was scared. Something about it reminded me of the time in Jax's room, dark and alone, fearfully waiting for him to come back home and defile me in many ways he deemed fit. While the other part of me was in pain, the shackles were like Jax's, they were handcuffs and they pinched my skin painfully, the cold metal hard and tight against my wrist. It was like Seth had purposely tightened them to cause more pain to me and I wondered why. He seemed to dislike me a lot and was angry that Ares had let me live. My foot stung in pain when I moved and I hissed loudly feeling tears burn in my eyes. My hands were handcuffed above my head, leaving me in a kneeling position just beside the bed and placing enough weight on my foot. I couldn't even try to move or else my foot stung in pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt it drop against my laps. I felt so dirty, wet and tired. My cold wet dress pressed against my skin and the cold AC made it
Ares. I stared outside the glass wall of my office. Despite being the Alpha of The Blood Moon Pack, I also owned various companies, clubs, buildings and estate. And I had just finished reading the reports from my biggest sale yet. The sun was heating against my face but that was the least of my worries, because as much as I tried to avoid it. The image of Alora flashed in my mind so frequently that it was all I could think about. From her black curly hair that was in a mess with broken tree branches and leaves to those violet eyes of hers that seemed to hold many secrets. Alora Forrester. What a joke! I knew she was lying about that or it wasn't entirely true. I wasn't an alpha if I couldn't realise I had been lied to. And her whole story of being a slave to a human wasn't entirely true either. Though, I could see the sadness in her eyes and the way her hands trembled when she spoke to me about how she had gotten here. But when u had stared harder, I noticed those violet iris tr
Alora. I sat in the bathtub, unable to move. Tiredness hit me like a ton of bricks, it was like a heavy weight had been placed on my shoulders, thighs and everywhere. The pain from running and straining my muscles for the first time in years finally hit me, my whole body ached and I didn't want to even move from the position I was. I sat with my knees drawn to my chest as hot steamy water rained down my body from the showers. The steam made the bathroom look almost magical with the light piercing through the steam and making it appear like bright golden clouds. The water ran down the drain, black with dirt, leaves and sticks. I stared at my left foot, the bruise was almost black in color and I knew it was going to be a hassle when I went to work. I dragged my fingers up my legs, despite being dirty, they were smooth and long, giving me a 5'6 height. Jax had always loved my legs, in fact he had a dark desire and fetish about them, especially my toes. He booked a pedicure session f
Alora. The door to the kitchen pulled open and I stepped back. Fear overtook me as the kitchen came into view. I suddenly didn't want to go on, all the excitement I had felt earlier suddenly died down and was replaced by fear. This was the first time in years I was ever going to make contact with more than one person at once. The past years, I have only been with Jax, no one else was allowed in the room and I wasn't outside either. I didn't know how to act, I didn't know what to do. It was like the hallway was starting to close around me and I suddenly couldn't breathe properly. What if they didn't like me? What if they hated me and treated me badly? I couldn't deal with that. Placing my hand over my chest, I stepped backwards again as Lana finally turned. Her eyes widened as I backed against the wall breathing heavily. It's been so long since I made contact with other people that I didn't know how I was going to act around them and what they would think about me. W