Enslaved by the Alpha

I smacked into the ground and hissed in pain, slowly pushing off of the grass. Sharp jolts shot down my spine and I whimpered, dropping down into the grass with another hiss.

How will lying on the balcony make her look innocent? Everyone knows I was there, what does she think they'll do when they see I'm down here and she's up there?

Scoffing to myself, more pain tightened my spine and my anger intensified. I gradually moved to my feet and glared up at the balcony, scanning the protruding pieces on the paneling of the house until I found the path back up.

The rage boiling inside me gave me the strength to begin climbing, in my heels and all, and she peeked over the ledge. Her eyes widening as if she wasn't expecting me to still be mobile.

I reached for the railing and pulled myself up, hunching over the metal rod to let the pain in my back settle. Though I knew she wouldn't give me the moment I needed, it still pissed me off that she tried to kick my knees in. So, I grabbed her foot and pulled her back over the railing with me. She wailed as we hit the ground and I flinched when the pain in my body intensified, going instantly numb from the second fall.

Unfortunately, she rolled to her hands and knees and pounced on me with a flare of crazy in her soulless eyes. Her hand wrapped around my neck and I hissed, digging my nails into her arm. Fear didn't find me until she reached in her pack pocket and pulled out a short, thick whittled stick.

Hissing again, I saw her raise her hand and a familiar, agonizing feeling consumed me. My vision contorted and the next thing I knew, I slipped free. But before I could get out of her reach, I felt a tearing sensation slice open the backside of my right wing, preventing me from flying off.

I squealed and squeaked loudly, knowing it was useless. The entire pack house was soundproof, they built it that way to give everyone their privacy because their superhuman hearing would hear too well with normal insulation.

Draven, I need you.

"You're a filthy rodent that doesn't deserve my son. You ruined him," she snapped, panting in pain. I dragged myself along the grass using my tiny hands and feet, flapping my wings to see if I could gain even the slightest air to make it easier—I couldn't.

"Mother!"

I turned my head and she froze, twisting around to face Draven with terror on her face.

"What the fuck are you doing? If you so much as lay a hand on her I'll make you wish you were paralyzed," he threatened, his tone cold and his eyes chilled me to the bone. "I will sentence you for an attempt at my mate's life."

"What?" She shrieked, her ravaged eyes bouncing among them. "You can't do that! How long do you think you can keep me confined? I am your mother!"

Draven glared. "Keep talking and a sentencing will be the nicest thing I do to you."

She completely lost it. Sobs wracked her body and she fell to the ground, covering her face in her hands. Draven didn't pass her a glance, rushing over to me and kneeling down, his eyes full of worry.

"You shifted." He frowned, his eyebrows upturning and his hand reached out to my face, lightly caressing the fur on my cheek. A purr rippled up my throat and I flipped over to show him my torn wing. His expression darkened and I felt myself beginning to change back.

My vision morphed until I felt the pain of my shift fade out, then he pulled me onto his lap, trying to shield my bare body from the breeze.

A weak smile pinned my lips up. "You remembered."

"How could I forget? You would freeze to death if I did," he answered, keeping me pinned to his warm body. I closed my eyes to soak him in, but the scent of blood drew closer.