Move on. Even if it hurts to do so. {Book 1}

Chapter 4

Ah, screw the new way of writing I was trying to go with. This chapter is complete so I decided to update it. I'm actually fairly excited to see what people have to say! I'm partially sad I couldn't find a song to go with this chapter though. Maybe you all could give me some songs to add? *hint hint *double wink* ANYWAYS...

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Chapter 4:

"If I be a good girl can I get some cookies?"

I really didn't think that they would even listen to me. I'm a little bit surprised, the fact that I was thinking about it, and the fact that they did listen to me.

Currently I was ties up to a chair with a collar on my neck, since I was a shifter. I also think that the alpha (which I found out was the IWFYU dude) was a secret sadist. Hahaa. He was an SS. A Secret Sadist. Get it?

Anyways, I was in a separate place then their pack house -can't have a rouge try to escape then kill them off can we?- and in a basement of some sort. I was tied up and it was pretty relaxing and comfortable. To make it even better, they had brought me some cookies to eat.

Now that I was really happy, I just had to figure out a way to get to those cookies they brought so I can eat them. My hands were behind my back and the chair was bolted down, I had a collar on and the cookies were like not even a foot away from my face.

I tried straining myself to reach for those damn cookies but it didn't work out. Almost dislocated my shoulder doing that shit.

To make this even worse, the IWFYU dude came through to the room I was in, not only sat in front of me weirdly, but ate a cookie. Right. In. Front. Of. My. Face. This dude obviously thought I wasn't a threat, either that or he thought that he was almighty.

Well he kind of is, he is an alpha. But!! That doesn't mean that he can just do that! I didn't come onto his land and wave a piece of steak in front of his face did I? NO! So, he doesn't have any right to do this.

I glared at him, not even bothering to bow my head. I mean, if he's going to eat that cookie- GOD DAMMIT HE ATE ANOTHER ONE! Well then, that bastard should go fucking die in a hole, where cookies had never existed before and never will.

I shifted in the chair-o-death as Darrel had called it earlier and noticed that my side didn't hurt anymore. Huh, that's weird. Usually it would take 3 days with a bruise that big. We may have healing powers, but it didn't mean that if we get injured, it'll be healed in like 2 seconds (exaggeration maybe?).

As I was talking to myself in my head, (no I was not thinking, I was talking to myself, key word 'talking') the IWFYU dude had been trying to get my attention. Whoops, guess that's another thing I'm getting yelled at for.

"Not only do you, a measly rouge, have the guts to come onto my pack's land, you have the balls to blatantly out ignore me!" It would have seemed that he has snapped.

I don't think that he would do anything though.... Or at least, let's hope he won't. I'm too young to die! Way too young to even think about it! I mean yeah, I come across a lot of dangers in the places I go, but that doesn't mean that I am thinking about dying. If so, then my life would have been absolutely useless, I have done nothing at all in all the nineteen years of my life. I don't even have balls!

I had completely tuned out Mr. Alpha, and had been bickering with myself for the past couple of minutes. I was just starring at him, and I think that he thought that I was thinking about what he was thinking, on which he would then be thinking about what I was thinking about.