growing up i had a very strong respect- or fear- of alphas and it isn't a surprise of why. but this stranger, wasn't scary. he was warm, and strong, he just felt... right. my drum like heart pounded an irregular beat as my mind raced a mile a minute.
trust? or run?
maybe it was time to stop running, i would end up no where; because no matter how far i would run my problems would catch me. but part of me knew getting my mate involved with my past life would lead to more problems. i wasn't sure if my dad would search for me out not, but if he did it would only be because he needs me to run the pack...
"i don't know your name..." i muttered into the strangers chest, he chuckled lightly before leaning into my ear.
"Joseph bend" he had a rough tired voice, but i'd be tired to if i had to chase down a damaged girl all day. but then i realized his name- oh god.
my eyes began watering and i sobbed violently at the horrific memory of my dead brother Joseph. unlike my mother he passed away when he was 15, he was going to be alpha and i was fine with it, i was 12 at the time and terrified at the thought of me taking power. we was smart and strong, a true leader. he could take down 5 wolfs at once and if he needed to he could run a pack like it was no bodies business, but he didn't want to. he had to be brave for me and take the upcoming title because my father was going to step down when my brother turned 16. but- my father took him from me before he even got a chance to change the pack for better. he took my only friend and i never saw him again, my father is and was a monster and i hate him for ruining everything good about my life, everything.
** flash back **
it was a week before Joseph turned 16 and he took me out shopping for what we would wear the day of the ceremony. as we returned home laughing and giddy for the upcoming week my father was less pleased and more... drunk.
we both greeted him graciously and took his vocal abuse for the day when it suddenly intensified to a whole level neither Joseph or I were used to. but the physical abuse still hadn't started till after Joseph's death. my father was calling me horrible names while i sobbed violently as my brother squeezed my hand doing his best to comfort me, but the second my father began to blame me for my mothers death, Joseph couldn't say silent any longer.
"AMARA IT'S YOUR FAULT! SHE WAS OUT BUYING YOUR GOD DAMN MEDICINE WHEN SHE GOT HIT BY THAT CAR! YOU BITCH! YOU TOOK MY MATE YOU! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU, SHE SHOULD BE ALIVE AND YOU SHOULD BE TEN FEET UNDER" his words cut like knives, because i believed every word he was saying, it was my fault that as a baby i got deathly ill, it was my fault i needed medicine, it was my fault she never woke up.
my father began to turn away satisfied with his torment, when Joseph bursted.
"FATHER ENOUGH! she did nothing and your a bastard for ever saying such awful things!" his words weren't harsh, but we were supposed to never, ever talk back while he was in this kind of mood.
father slowly turned around on his heel, his face emotionless, but my brother stayed strong; he held my hand tighter as i feared the worst would happen. but my father just turned again and went into the kitchen. i knew it wasn't over, it's never that easy; but in the moment Joseph looked at me wide eyed, almost excited about winning an argument.
his eyes were still wide when the first bullet shot into his head, his eyes started closing when the second shot hit his ribs, and his eyes shut as he layed on the floor- motionless in a pool of blood.
i collapsed next to him dry sobbing because i didn't have nearly enough tears to cry to show my sorrow,"Joseph- wake up! he left come on... w-we have to go to the hospital, you'll be fine, your ok. J-Joseph?"
my father wasn't even sorry- he didn't even go to his funeral. he took my only friend in the world, and shot him dead before my eyes. he forced me to suffer alone in an abusive home, with no one's hand to hold.
** end of flash back **
"Amara? Amara whats wrong tell me" i snapped back into reality, noticing he had the same pure emerald eyes as my brother. i put my hand to his cheek, happily pretending i was starring back at my brother... i missed his happy, optimistic eyes.
"god you even look a little like him-" i sniffled and jumped on Joseph clinging to him for dear life," i've missed you so much you have no idea" i gazed at my brother slowly becoming more and more in dinial.
"Amara sweety what are you talking about?" Joseph began to look worried, questioning the sudden affection, shortly after crying endlessly.
"Joseph what do you...- oh- oh my god I'm so sorry. i just- i thought... forget it" i let go of him and the insane idea of having my brother back. i slowly walked away while he stood there confused and lost," i just thought you were someone else for a second I'm really sorry." i looked down at my hands as i stopped walking, i slowly looked over my shoulder at Joseph," look i think you may understand now why you shouldn't get involved in my craziness, im a damaged girl and nothing more." i saunted over to him and placed a light kiss on his cheek and as i slowly began to walk away again, but i felt his hand grab my wrist pulling me into him.
now grabbing both wrists and holding me close to him, he slowly spoke in a soothing tone," your heart may be damaged, but that's why I'm here- to fix you with love. you can trust me, and i hope eventually you will enough to tell me what just made you sad, because it obviously is a big part of your past. i love you Amara, no matter what" he bent down to my level and kissed me sweetly, the way his lips moved against mine felt so good, there was no urgency or roughness, just pure sweet love. i could feel him trying to give me all his devotion in one kiss. as we moved in sync he gently let go of my wrists while i circled my arms loosely around his neck. he abruptly lifted me up supporting my thighs while i wrapped my legs around him. we briefly pulled away and the look in his eyes showed me complete and never ending love and devotion, but still full of lust and passion. i gazed at him aimlessly as he attacked my lips slowly at first but then filling me with even more passion and heat.
he stumbled back and leaned against a tree without breaking the kiss. his lips were filled with an endless hunger for mine. as minutes passed by he briefly pulled away to start running kisses down my neck, sucking and softly teasing the skin where he'd kiss. he moved to my shoulder and began kissing and by the time i realized what he was doing he had already bit down with enough force to make me yell in pain.
he had claimed me as his.
