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Chasing His White Alpha

After a painful rejection and betrayal by her mate and pack, Mellisa is banished but finds solace in the Octavuis pack with her child. Just when she thought she was getting a hold of life again her mate reappears wanting her back, but something sinister is brewing in their world, Meldova. Will she accept the father of her child back into her life? Will mistakes and pain from their past resurface and threaten their bond? Will they be able to survive the numerous web of lies and deceit tearing their world apart, with them right at the middle of it all?
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Chapter 2

Mellisa's POV

My weak body pushes forward in the cold rain, my clothes completely drenched. Four wolves nip at my ankles, angry scars sting like fire.

My bare feet hit the rough forest floor. They knew what they were doing. A sharp pain pierces the sole of my feet.

I fall forward, and feel a sharp nudge on my back. Another hard shove makes me crawl desperately towards the borders.

“Enough!!!” Noah materialises from nowhere. “You all know that she is weak already. No point in being ruthless.”

“You can stand,” Noah motions towards me.

“You're almost at the borders,” He says approaching me. “Be strong, Luna. The moon goddess be with you,” He whispers in my ears.

I drag my feet, giving one last look at the place I once called home. I venture into unclaimed territory, leaving all of that behind.

By now the rain had died down, I stepped into puddles since I can barely make out anything in the dark.

My throat feels dry and my tummy rumbles loud. How do I survive in the wild?

“Little rabbit, what are you doing out here, all alone?” A deep sinister voice pulls me from my thoughts.

Rogues!!! Shit how much more unlucky can I get this night.

I whip my face to the side and see a broad figure of a man.

I take a quick step backwards, but two strong arms hold me in place. “It seems our hunt is successful, the prey walked right into our claws.” Another male that smells like rotten fish says behind me.

“She's kinda hot you know, maybe we can have a little fun then….”

“Don't you dare, we take captives to the camp. That's the instruction.” A third male comes out of the shade in the trees.

“But….”

“No buts, Gregory we are headed straight to the camp. It's an order, you know the consequences of breaking it.” The third male seems to be the leader of this little group.

Gregory gave a loud huff in frustration, but stayed silent. The one that called me ‘Little rabbit’ was silently watching the entire interaction.

Gregory grips my arm tightly, and pulls me deeper into the forest. The other two follow closely behind probably so that I wouldn't make a break for it.

We walk for what would seem like hours. My feet give way and I trip, barely holding up on two feet. Gregory keeps pulling me.

“Let's better camp here for the night, we'll continue in the morning.” The leader gestures at a clearing ahead of us.

Gregory pushes me forward and I drop rather clumsily on the wet forest floor. ‘Little rabbit’ as I have nicknamed him, stumps forward, placing a torch in the middle of the clearing.

My eyes burn slightly at the sudden light, this makes me close them. I open them after some seconds, readjusting to the light.

My eyes veer towards the first guy I met in the forest. “You're asking for trouble staring at me like this, little rabbit.” His stained teeth show in the now lit clearing.

I stare at the floor to avoid getting on his bad side. My stupid curiosity got the better of me.

“Viper, come on, tie the girl up, then come let's talk.” The leader calls out from ahead pulling him from me.

Viper, as he's called, uses a long rope to bind my hands and feet together.

He inches close to me and says,“We'll finish this later,” a sinister smile appears on his lips. His heavy footsteps went farther until they were far enough.

No need to tie me up. I know I'm fated to die, I'm not good enough for anyone, not even my mate. I'm totally worthless, I wish these rogues will just kill me and be done with it.

“This will be a hefty price for us. She walked right into our hands.” The leader mutters softly.

“I know right. Main reason why we want to have some fun before handing her over.” Gregory grumpily says, spilling spit from his mouth.

“I said no!!! The less damaged merchandise is, the more money it'll fetch us.” The leader says with authority.

He pulls to his feet, then gives me a once over, “Don't try anything funny, or else you'll hate the outcome.”

After saying this he walks to a corner of the camp and rests his head on his hands, gazing at the fire.

Viper and Gregory follow too. Soon the entire place is quiet but for the insects and birds chirping.

My eyes slowly drift to sleep, I slip into oblivion.

***

A stinging pain rouses me from my sleep. Rough hands cover my mouth and only muffled sounds come out.

“Shut up, don't make a sound.” Viper says looming over me.

“You wanted this too right,” he continues. His hands hover all over my body.

Tears fill my eyes and spill out. Why am I so unlucky? What have I done to deserve all this?

“We'll be done before you know it, let's just get this clothes out of the way.”

A loud tear reaches my ears. How did the others not hear it?

No, I've lost it all but not anymore. I'd rather die than let this stranger take advantage of me.

I began to struggle more than just lay limp, this seems to have infuriated him.

“Well I tried to be nice, but I guess I'd knock you out and have fun.” His hands moved from my body to my throat, my eyesight began to go blurry.

Soon I had no strength left, a loud feminine voice echoed in my head. “Wake up, I've stayed hidden long enough. This time we fight, for too long have we been taken advantage of.”

Strength surged in my veins. What is happening? My muscles begin to constrict in odd angles, excruciating pain shoots through my body.

A loud scream disrupts the serenity of the night. It's from my lips, I can hardly believe it. I'm finally shifting but without anyone.

My small hands are replaced by paws and I'm lying flat on the floor, gazing at my attacker.

His lips tremble, “How is this possible? A white wolf in existence?” By now the other two had woken up alert but all had perplexing looks on their faces after giving me a glance.

“You know I always hated it when you get hurt. But, I would use these miscreants as examples.” My wolf's voice resounds in my mind filled with fury.

It's like I'm staring at my actions but unable to control my body. I guess this is how others feel when their wolves take over.

I leap forward and pounce atop my attacker, Viper. My teeth tore into his neck in seconds he laid motionless.

Sharp pain shoots through my left foot, a large dusty brown wolf bites on my ankle. I used my right paw to kick him off, he landed hard against a tree.

I shift my focus to another black wolf, slightly bigger than the first. He stalks me like I'm some prey.

I patiently wait and once he leaps forward I target his neck and rip it out.

I walk to the brown old that is replaced by a human body, Gregory. Gurgles escaped his lips, it seems a branch had wound into his neck, soon he lay motionless as well.

“What's your name?” I ask my wolf, still in awe and fear of what just happened.

“I'm Selena, it's so exciting to finally meet you,” my world is already spinning from exhaustion.

“I'm so tired,” I mutter.

“We need to go though, this place isn't safe. I sense pack borders not too far off.”

My legs buckle and I involuntarily change back to my human form.

“Are you still here?” I ask Selena. I'm scared of being left alone, at least now I have someone on my side.

“I'll always be here, Mellisa. Save your strength and run as fast as you can, it would seem we have company.”

Without sparing a minute I run, exhaustion seeps into my legs. They felt so heavy, soon I heard loud paws hit the ground.

They are gaining on me. It's still dark but I can see a large oak tree ahead.

“You're almost there, Mellissa. Run! The borders are by the oak tree,” I push myself hard.

I jump past the tree line and crumble on the ground.

My eyes get blurry but I am able to see a silhouette of a wolf and then a loud howl resounds next to me. I slowly drift into oblivion.

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