Malia Pierce at the age of nineteen was alone, constantly moving in fear she would be hunted down and found by her tormentors. She is the Alpha's daughter of the Phobos pack, where father, and his whole pack despised her just for her existence. He b...
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He long legs took large, powerful strides, trying to get us to his destination as soon as possible. His long fingers were intertwined with mine, gently pulling me along with him. His hands practically swallowed mine, felt large and powerful, yet gently as they held my own. Alpha kept me close to him, eyes scanning every direction, looking for any threat that we may come across.
Eventually, I recognized the familiar path that led to his house. His scent lingered the strongest outside of his home, letting everyone know who's home this belong to, scent marking his territory. He festered me to go inside first, then shut the door behind us. This time, it was different. He gently released my hand and locked the door and then began moving through his large home quickly, locking each door and window. I follow silently behind him. To help him out, I reached up to shut an open window but he stopped me.
"You're hurt." He grunted, shutting the window and then latching it shut. "I don't want you to irritate it and make it worse."
When he was satisfied with locking all the door he picked up and hand again and led me upstairs. I jumped as a another loud howl disturbed the night, making me loose my footing and almost fall. Alpha caught me in time and picked me up, holding me to his chest. Walking the the hall, he nudged open the door to his bedroom. His pine and cedar scent doused everything in the room. I noticed that his bed was messy and unmade. A blanket was half way onto the floor and a body pillow was laying parallel to the bed, almost as if he were laying on it.
Alpha led us to a closed door, one that I had never been in. The bathroom was huge, much larger than my childhood room. It had a huge bath and giant walk in shower. The whole room a meticulous clean. Nothing lined the sinks, no shampoos or body was in the bath or shower. The whole room was spotless.
Alpha stepped forward and twisted the knobs, water began filling the bath. Reaching his hand down, he plugged the drain shut so that the water would not drain. He stood again and began opening random drawers and cabinets, pulling out towels, a wash cloth, bottles, a tooth brush and tooth paste.
"I'll be right back." He said to me and then exited the room. The mirror began to fog up from the heat of the bath. Looking at it, I could see a clouded version of myself. Her hair was greasy and full of tangles. Her skin was covered with a layer of dirt and grim. Crimson blood stained her clothing and had dried on her arm and hand. My hair had gotten so long, my features much sharper and thinner than the last time I saw myself years ago. Then I moved onto my eyes, the only thing that I wished that connected me to my father, the only thing we would ever had in common. While his were filled with anger and rage, mine were filled with fear, tears escaping them and rolling down my cheeks. I wished to be something he was not, to be kind like people said my mother was, to live in her memory.
Alpha came back into the room. He was holding a shirt and boxers, obviously his as it smelled like him. In the pile of clothing, on top, was a pair of women's underwear. Noticing my gaze, he set the clothing on the counter and shifted his weight from foot to foot.
