My Unexpected Mate

I stood there stunned, this woman was completely off her rocker. I was not stolen, I was with my parents for as long as I could remember. Besides why would anyone want to steal. I'm just an ordinary werewolf, I'm nothing special. I wanted to run and hide. This woman seriously scared me. She was telling me my life when I was the one who lived it. But at the same time I was afriad because it made sense.

How they kept me from everyone. How they treated me with hatred and disgust. They never adressed me as thier 'baby girl'. They never loved me, constantly punishing me. It all made sense...but I refused to leave it. I ran to my house, passing by a stunned looking Damon.

Damon. Great after this he won't want me any longer. Who would want a wolf that was known to be horrible and evil? Who is known to want to kill everything it passes by. Who would want someone that was stolen? Who would want someone with so much baggage because of their past? Who?

No one.

I ran into Damon's room locking the door then sliding down it. I was upset, I didn't know how to handle this. I couldn't handle this. I didn't know escaping would come with all of this. That I would loose a friend, fun my mate who happens to be a alpha, have someone tell me I was a monster and stolen. I wanted to escape from this.

How ironic.

Wanting to escape from what I escaped to get in the first place.

I wanted to be alone and away from everything. The stupid cage at my parent's house was better then this. At least then I was ignored and no one knew I existed. At least I could ignore my parents when they talked to me. The pain from being whipped was better than the pain I felt now.

Everything was so stressful for my wolf right now. She was whimpering and pacing. She didn't understand any of this either.

I wiped my face and stood up walking to the bed and crawled in. Damon's scent immediately hit me and I inhaled. It calmed me down a bit but the tears kept flowing.

I wanted to storm out there and demand the woman of eerything she knows. I wanted to know how why where and when. But at the same time I was hoping I'd wake up in the cell. I just wanted to be away from everyone. I wanted to hide and never come out.

So I tried.

I stayed in the bed for three days straight. Damon was constantly pounding on the door trying to break in. But he couldn't because I had moved the furniture in front of it. I knew he was worried but I just didn't want to face the world. I didn't eat, or sleep at all. I thought and thought and thought. My heat had ended the next day thank the goddess.

I had considered running away. Save everyone from having to deal with the monster. My wolf was against it. She said these people needed us as did Damon. But I couldn't bring myself to believe it. I couldn't bring myself to believe or trust anything or anyone anymore.

Eventually the need for food was to much to bare. I found myself struggling to move the furniture from the doorway. I was so weak it took about an hour. I threw my hair in a bun and washed my face and brushed my teeth.

I walked out of the room as quietly as I could but I was sure they knew I had finally gotten up. I could sense Damon in the kitchen and frowned. He had to be in my one destination.

I walked through the door and kept my gaze to the floor. I could feel three pairs of eyes on me but ignored them.

I walked in front of the tall fridge where the bag of bread sat on top. I looked down at my shaking and weak legs. I knew it would be hard to grab it. I stood on my tiptoes and reached for it.

When I had grabbed I gasped falling back slightly. I caught myself on the counter and tried to calm my breathing. There was a screeching of a chair but nothing else.