Killing My Alpha Mate

"Riley!" I say in disbelief, I expected to see Madam Von Grey, not Riley.

She had claimed to change and her life was in danger, all the bullshit she spat like I said I have seen a chameleon change its colors never a snake.

"You can't be possible that shocked, you ruin my life, stole my lover and sent me to jail, How do you expect me to treat you after all that, claiming my spot as Luna when you're nothing but a bug I squish under my foot" she steps her heels digging them into my I cry out in pain, dragging my hand off her foot.

flesh.

"I should have let you die under the judgment of the council" I spit in her face holding my bleeding arm.

"Return to your duties you pathetic slave you didn't do me a favor you were just pretending to win Jaden and the hearts of the council

"I know you're trying to resolve how I came up with this genius plan, don't bother and don't even think of trying to escape this is the Crysant pack they kill without mercy and punished severely I sold you off for a good price so better get back to work" she orders laughing evilly as she walks away.

The price you pay for doing good, today Riley has shown me people are in it for their selfish gains no matter the good you've done for them.

"Are you deaf or something to get to work?" The guard orders.

I struggle from my spot on the floor, picking up a broom one of the maids had left behind and start cleaning the mess hall.

Following the instructions of their Luna, I have been assigned multiple chores, cleaning, washing and vacuuming the pack house with the help of the guards who supervised me, helping me survey the house.

I've finally been relieved of my duties, I've grown rusty having been comfortable when I was the one giving the orders. It takes me longer to carry out my duties and by the time I am done it's past midnight.

In front of my new bedroom door, I lie back at the wooden door.

I don't know what's more disheartening, the fact I will be worked to death, the hopelessness of not finding my way back or the ache in my heart that I will never reunite with my mate.

And my child this is not the life I planned for her or him. I don't want to bring a child into this life to turn out to be a servant.

If Riley discovers I am pregnant with Jaden's child she'll do everything in her power to kill my baby.

Stopping myself from shedding tears. I step away from the bedroom door.

I don't know my way back to the pack house doesn't mean I can't try for my child at least if I break free from the walls I turn a rogue to fend for my child. The halls are darker now there's no moon tonight, just the dark blue sky.

Helping myself by holding onto the walls, I know I'm in the servant quarters. There's usually a basement or the cellars which of course have a back exit. Walking through the walks I hear a growling noise that makes my muscles tense, careful not to attract whoever it is I tip-toe as a man comes into view. He's in pain with an arrow in his knee not being able to walk further he crashes to the ground panting and yelps in pain.

Frozen in place I contemplate what to do disregarding him and walking away is a logical option but I can't bring myself to.

Touching the cut on my hand which is still healing, a few drops will help him recover.

Stepping forth he looks at me though I can't see the outline of his face. I know he's in excruciating pain.

"Who are you?" He asks in a pain-inflicted tone.

"I'm just trying to help" I coax walking carefully if he dismisses me or says I'm of no use to him.

I won't hesitate walking away in my quest to find an exit out of this pack.

"Do... Do you have water?" He inquires with a lot of effort holding to his legs blood spilling from the injury.

"No, I don't I'll get you water after I examine your wound" crouching low I Inspect the arrow.

Damn! It's shot deeply, a fraction of the stick is already in his leg, I look away and take a deep breath away from the stench of blood. "Are you some... kind of nurse?" He inquires.

"Tonight I am finding something to bite this will hurt a lot" I look up to him to grant me approval to proceed.

He squiggles a bit pulling off his jacket he wears it in a ball at the shelves inside his mouth, squinting his eyes tightly.

My heart aches as I start to pull off the arrow from the knee joint.

His muffled scream haunts me as I carefully pull out the arrow, afraid it will break and complicate his injury.

The head of the bloody arrow is peeking out, I prop myself applying pressure on his lower leg then I yank it out with force.

He arches back screaming in pain, shivering traumatically.

I place the bloody arrow to the cut as I dig the wound open, the pain surges through me making me bite my bottom lip so hard I taste blood.

When the damage is done I press on it then let the drops of my blood seep through his huge wound.

The injury is deep so it will take a while before it starts its purpose.

Looking back at him, his face molded in agony, I rise from the floor and head back to the hallway and I find my way to the kitchen. It takes a while to fetch water and a rag. Returning to the injured man I give him the bowl which he drinks hungrily from and pour some on his head.

His look softens as he stares at me

"Hailey... his pained voice whispers. I step back to the opposite wall, astonished how this stranger knows my name.