Rogue

Chapter 23

This bag stinks. I swear I'm never going on an walk to relieve my anger or stress ever again. All that ends up happening is people kidnapping me. Who would've thought my own father would kidnap me, let alone use a nasty bag over my head.

Although I don't want to admit it, I think I know why the bag smells so bad. He's hiding my scent. He's taking me away from my home and erasing any trail to help my mates find me.

"D-dad?" My voice croaks, still tired from whatever herbs he used to knock me out.

The car stops and my heart skips a beat. Where are we? How long have I been asleep? How far away are we from Kai and Xavier?

Arms carry me up in silence, but I can't seem to get my muscles to listen to my brain. I can't fight or even struggle a little. I can't even seem to tell them to let me go.

The light blinds me making me groan. My head hits the pillow making me look up to a familiar ceiling. The glow and the dark stars still stick to the cream paint, barely noticeable. I still remember when Jaxon, Davis, and I had to jump on my bed in order to stick them up because we could just barely reach. I think Jaxon stole them from the store for me because my dad wouldn't buy any for me.

My dad stares at me with disappointment laced in his eyes. Oh how I've missed that look. Not.

"Where is she?" His voice is full of power, almost making me want to shrink in my spot. Almost.

Relief flashes over his face. The look hits a certain soft spot in my heart. He looks older. Like the Alpha position has already worn him down. How long has it been since I've seen him last?

I sit up slowly, and the room starts to spin.

"I found her in some unclaimed territory wondering. I think she was trying to run away from something."

"Dad-"

"I'm just glad I was able to find her and she's safe now."

"I- I need to go."

"However, she seems to be a bit shaken up from what ever dangers she must've faced. I suggest bed rest, let her adjust back to her home."

What is this? He's talking as if I'm not even here, and acting like I'm some trauma patient. I need my mates. Panic sets in as Jaxon nods his head to my father's advice. Of course, with Jaxon as Alpha my dad has probably managed to weasel himself in to be his right hand man, his advisor. My dad is in the position to get anything he wants, and right now what he wants is me to to be Jaxon's Luna.

"Dad please you can't do this!" I can feel the tears well in my eyes, but I know letting them fall will make no difference to my cold father, "I- I need to go back to my mates!"

Jaxon's head turns to the side as he stops in his tracks. Not acknowledging me, but looking at my father for confirmation. I know why he won't look at me. We both do. If he saw my crumbling face he would never forgive himself for putting me in this position. He has a big and caring heart. I have to keep telling myself this isn't his fault it's his wolf and the overcoming power they are having to withstand without a mate. But I can't be that for him, he needs to know that.

My dad grasps my shoulder a bit too harshly as if trying to snap me out of my delusions. His eyes scan my body and I know exactly what he's looking for. "If you truly had a mate, then why hasn't he marked you yet?" The words fill my being with dread and hurt, knowing that is a question I've been asking myself for weeks now. "Stop lying to you own father just to get out of this. I know you feel like it's a lot of pressure, but once you've realized this is what's best we can talk like civilized people."

His grip on me hardens but his face is completely stoic. Who is this man standing in front of me? Because I can no longer recognize him as my father. That's all poor naïve Jaxon needs to assure himself that this truly is what's best for both of us. I can see his shoulders relax at the thought that I still don't have a mate, and if I did, it was someone who did not truly care for me. But that's not true! I'm sure they've had their reasons for waiting, I know they love me, they've shown that to me many times. But why does doubt and hurt still flood my mind?

"Jaxon please-" I can't even finish my sentence and I choke on a sob and the door slams shut behind his retreating figure.

Only then does my father release me from his deadly grip making me stumble, "When will you grow up Addison? Stop being so selfish and think about what you're doing to this pack while you sit there trying to defy me."

All I can do it cry as the ache in my heart grows. He only scoffs and I can't even pay mind to the echo of each cold step he takes leaving me alone with my thoughts. What have I done?