Her Mates Fates

Chapter two

Freya POV

My room is beautiful and fit for a queen. It has a king-sized canopy bed on the far wall that looks welcoming. Baby blue silk drapes hang on all sides of the bed to give it a seductive and private feel. There is a vanity to the right that is stocked with all kinds of beauty products. Two doors lead to what I’m assuming is a closet and bathroom and then French doors that lead out to a balcony.

I would love to curl up and take a nap. I’ve learned to deal with wolfsbane, but it does drain most of my energy. If I want to stay here peacefully, I will need to do as I’m told, so no nap yet.

I find the bathroom and am instantly called to the shower. The shower is massive with glass doors and pearly white tile. It has two shower heads hanging from the ceiling and message jets going down the sides of the wall. I glee like a child and yank my bloodied dress off clumsily while dashing to the shower. I turn on the hot water and step inside. All my muscles relax with the warmth, and I am sedated.

I have not had a hot shower since I was part of the Crescent moon pack. I forgot how amazing hot water is for sore muscles. I spend a good amount of time in there using all the products that I can and relaxing in the cascade of warm droplets.

I turn the water off and step out to find a heated towel sitting on the counter. I’m starting to think that Madam drugged me this morning with that tea, and I have died and gone to heaven. I grab the towel and blanket it around my wet body with a sigh of relief.

Out of the shower and back into my room there is a clean change of clothes sitting on the bed and a woman standing in the corner facing the doors and peering out onto the balcony.

“Umm hello?” I say shyly.

Still facing the opposite direction, the woman introduces herself. “Hello ma’am, I am Amber. I have been assigned to you by the Alpha. Please dress in the clothes I have provided, and I will see you to the Alpha after.”

The clothes fit me nicely. Amber picked out black skinny jeans, a light blue v-neck tank top, a black leather half jacket, and black ankle boots with a 4-inch heel. I brush my hair out, deciding to leave it down since I don’t have much time to style it. I put on some black eyeliner and mascara from the vanity.

I never really liked to wear a lot of makeup. My mother always told me I didn’t need to hide behind powder and makeup. However, I do love to outline my light eyes with dark eyeliner.

I study myself in the mirror. My legs look toned and slender in the heels and fitted jeans. My black hair is long and shiny from it being washed with real soap. My shirt is a V-neck that shows off just enough cleavage to still be classy but sexy.

The girl that stares back at me in the mirror is HOT. There is no way that this girl is me.

The last time I stood in front of a mirror I was a teenager getting ready for school. I do not look like the girl I thought I did. I am much taller than I remember by at least a foot. My body is slender with curves around my bust and my hips. My breasts have matured and grown a few sizes since I last saw them in a mirror and my black hair is as long as my torso.

“Are you ready ma’am?” Amber asks pulling me out of my thoughts.

My nerves flare up again at the mention of going back and seeing the Alpha.

Is he my mate, and does he know it? I mean he did give me a gorgeous room on the Alphas floor, and I get my own escort. I would be naive though, to think he did all this because I am his mate. He said he wanted to keep a close eye on me. I would do the exact thing if I were the Alpha, mate, or not.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself to face him again. “Yes, I’m ready to see the Alpha,” I tell her as I mentally shove myself toward the door.

We step out of my room and start on our journey. We stop about six doors down at a massive solid wooden door that has a picture of a wolf howling at the moon carved into it. The guard outside the door nods to Amber and she takes off down the hallway in the opposite direction.

“I will be in your room ma’am,” she calls as she leaves.

The guard is a big burly man in his late 40s. He has a Red mohawk and a deep purple scar across his face. He checks me out and licks his lips in approval.

“Down boy!” My wolf growls.

He opens the door for me and gives me directions, “Past the lounge, you will find another door that leads to Alpha’s office. He is waiting on you.”

I move slowly through the door to the lounge. The lounge is furnished with dark brown leather couches and armchairs to match. On the right side of the lounge, there is a small bar and a grand pool table. On the left side, there is a giant glass-top conference table with leather chairs placed around it.

I hear voices coming from the office ahead. I stop just outside the open door to give the Alpha and his company time to finish their conversation. I can’t help but eavesdrop as I hear a woman’s voice.

“I think that our union would unite two of the most powerful packs. I rejected my weak mate and will have no problems submitting to all of your needs Alpha. Let me prove I can be a good partner.” Her tone is seductive making my skin burn with the need to shift and rip her heart out.

“My Mate!” my wolf screams in my head.

“Raven, I do not want you as I just told you why, now leave.” Alpha growls.

“You don’t want to f**k me on this desk again?” she asks more seductively this time than last.

By now my wolf is raging with anger and I cannot control her much longer.

I knock on the open door and walk in holding my head high. Alpha is sitting in his office chair leaning back in a relaxed manner. The seductive woman is sitting on his desk just inches in front of him wearing a mini skirt with her legs slightly parted. The hem of her skirt has ridden up to reveal knee-high stockings and a garter belt. She has long brown curly hair that flows down her back like waves in the ocean. She is tall and very slender with huge breasts that must be fake. She is wearing a buttoned-up half shirt and has failed to button the top few buttons showing off a red laced bra. She looks over her shoulder at me unashamed.

“Are you busy?” I inquire.

“Yes, he is, come back,” she demands disregarding me.

“No, I am not!” he counters shooting her an unpleased look. “Raven was just instructed to leave.”

She gets up and leans down kissing the Alpha on the cheek, which he accepts. My wolf growls and I feel my chest vibrate. She walks around his desk and gathers her long coat from a chair and slips it on. She flicks her hair off her shoulder and gives me a daring look before exiting the room.

“Please take a seat.” He gestures to the chair the woman’s jacket was draped over.

I opt to sit in the identical chair beside it that does not smell like a cheap whore, which makes him chuckle. His eyes smile and he looks amused by my choice.

“Why were you being imprisoned by the witch coven?” he quizzes me.

Why let’s jump to questions and ignore the fact that I just walked in on you about to get your freak on. I laughed in my head at my joke. My wolf is still itching to get out and start a rampage on the bimbo trying to seduce my mate. My joke only fuels her fire more.

“When I was 14 my pack was ambushed by an enemy, and I was the only survivor. The witch leader Madam Louis found me and made me a slave on her compound.” I explained.

“How old are you now?” he examines my body “You look about nineteen or twenty,” he concludes.

“You are correct. I am twenty, Alpha.”

He seems pleased with my answer and gets up from his chair. He strolls over to the chair next to mine and sits facing me. He reaches out and touches my cheek. He moves his fingers up my jawbone to my ear, and just as he is about to lift my hair from my ear, I back away from his touch.

He pulls his hand back and chuckles. “Show me your mark,” he says softly.

Panic arises from the depth of my soul, and I shake my head at him.

He leans in closer to me and repeats his demand this time more sternly. “Show me your mark, Darlin.”

I stand up and back away from him. I cannot show him my crescent mark. He will know where I came from, and that can’t happen.

He stands up and stalks toward me as if I’m his prey. I panic and bolt for the door, but he is faster. He slams into me forcing me up against the wall, “Where are you going?” He laughs a sinister laugh.

He pulls my arms up over my head and pins them to the wall with one of his hands. My body is trapped beneath his. He wraps my hair up in his other hand and pulls hard yanking my head back so that I look up at him.

“Ahhh...” I yelp and try to buck him off but his weight is too heavy on mine.

“You see Darlin; the most powerful pack was ambushed six years ago. There were few survivors and most of them live here. I want to see if you bare their mark.”

My eyes grow from his confession. There were survivors?

I buck my body again trying to get him off me but he yanks my hair even harder pressing his body against me firmly. I am forced by his pulls to turn my head to the side where I am most vulnerable. He blows softly at my hairline above my ear. I feel my hair dance from his breath.

“A crescent moon,” he whispers amazed.

He lets go of my hair and caresses my cheek. “What is your name?” he asks gently and in his tone, he sounds hopeful. I refuse to answer him though. I shake my head telling him no. He places his hand on my throat and starts to apply pressure.

“You won’t kill me!” I force the words out of my mouth and stare into his eyes daring him. My pack was far too valuable for him to kill me, it would be a stupid move on his part.

He chuckles and applies more pressure to my already strained windpipe “You want to see how I got my reputation, Darlin? I do not show mercy!”

My lungs are burning as I gasp for air. My body starts to tingle, and my vision goes in and out. I hear a distant laugh and then darkness takes over.

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I awake with my head pounding, and my throat is sore. I bring my hand up to feel my tender neck. My eyes open and I look around. I am sprawled out on a leather couch in a grand lounge.

My memories start to flood in, and my heart goes wild in my chest. I look to my left and lock eyes with the green-eyed God. He is leaning against the pool table holding a glass of golden liquid in one hand and a book in his other. He takes a sip of his drink and studies me.

“You almost killed me.” I horsed out.

“You challenged me.” he counters.

I square my shoulders in confidence “Well I’m still alive Mr. Reputation. What happened to you show no mercy?” I challenge him back.

I would rather him kill me than for him to use me.

He smiles and walks towards me. I should fear him, especially since he just choked me, but my wolf is purring in my head.

“Mate,” she claims again as he gets closer to me. My stupid wolf inside my head is begging me to stay, begging me to tell him he is mine and to claim him. His smell is intoxicating and it helps to calm my nerves.

I close my eyes and take deep calming breaths. I feel the couch dip beside me as he sits down next to me

“I have checked the records that I have made over the years. Three girls with black hair would be 20 now if they were alive. Corina, Olivia, and Freya. Seeing that Corina is a part of my pack… that leaves 2 girls”. He places the book on the couch next to him.

“Which one are you?” He asks calmly. His eyes search mine for the answer. His expression is hopeful and his pupils almost twinkle with anticipation.

I am done with his questions though; I don’t want to reveal my identity.

I stand up again looking down into his green eyes “You will have to kill me before I tell you who I am. I don’t care to be a part of your collection of rare items. JUST KILL ME!” I scream at him.

He’s up in a flash. He forces me to my knees in front of him pushing me by my shoulders with an inhuman amount of strength. He grabs the back of my head pulling my hair at the nape of my neck forcing me to look up at him. I close my eyes, defeated, and brace myself for death.

“Mate is going to kill us, you stupid girl!” My wolf shouts at me.

My wolf forces my eyes open and peers back at her mate, begging him for mercy. His eyes flicker as his wolf watches in the background too. Both mine and his breathing calms as our wolves stare at each other.

“Are you Freya?” he asks tenderly. Tears escape my eyes when I hear my name.

“ARE YOU FREYA!?” he shouts, shaking me.

The door to his office swings opens and two men step in and watch him closely.

“TELL ME!” he screams shaking the walls around us with his fury.

I take a deep breath and answer. “My name is Freya O’Claire. I am the first-born daughter of Alpha O’Claire.” I whisper barely even loud enough for them all to hear.

He lets go of me instantly and I drop to the floor. He stares at me breathlessly, his eyes shifting from emerald green to forest green as his wolf keeps peering at me through his eyes. He stumbles backward as if he is in disbelief.

One of the men trolls over to me “Your Freya?” he questions again. I don’t answer, I’m not admitting it again.

“Freya, It’s me! I’m your cousin Damon.”

I look up at Damon in shock. He has black hair and brown eyes. He has my grandfather’s dominant facial features that my brother Zach had. His lips are pulled up into a soft smile. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me to my feet.

Damon was six years older than me and a rebellious teen. After he was adopted by my parents he was always getting into trouble and was forever grounded. I did not get to see him nor bond with him as much as my other family. To him, I was the annoying brat of the Alpha and he did not give me much time of day when he wasn’t grounded. He and my brother were close though. Zach was only a couple of years younger than him and they were into the same things. They would often train together before school. They used to say that it helped get rid of some of the built-up energy that their girlfriends wouldn’t let them use. Little perverts.

“Girl, you have grown up you don’t even look the same. Too bad we are cousins, because you are fine.” he jokes, pulling a quiet growl from the Alpha. “Where have you been? We searched for you for a couple of years before we finally stopped.”

I ignored his banter pushing straight to what I wanted to know.

“My family?” I asked hoping at least one of my family members was still alive. I know the chances are very slim but it’s worth a shot. I have never wanted anything more to see my mom, dad, or brother walk through that door next.

“I am the only one of us who survived. I cannot believe you are alive. Abel swore that you were alive. He didn’t want to give up searching for you, but we needed to save our energy for whenever we got a chance at revenge.” He said.

The only thing that I caught in his statement, was that Abel was still alive.

I slowly look over at the Alpha and our eyes meet. As if a dam broke in my mind, memories of Abel start to pour in. His wolf, his eyes, his laugh, his scent. Everything.

“Abel…” I whisper to him.

He smiles a wicked but playful smile. “Hello princess.”