He hasn't come in ever since I tried to stabilize him.

I was weird and unlike him. Mainly because that was two days ago and ever since being kidnapped, he had never left my side for more than 3 hours, he even slept on the couch that he has in his room just to be in the same room as me.

Despite the amount of times I think to tell him to get out and give me self, there was something inside of me that couldn't do it.

Why was he so shocked that I had found the syringe, he had hid it in the same obvious place.

What an idiot.

Sure, behind a drawer isn't as obvious as I am making sound but surely when you can't close the drawer properly, you're going to see why. He was so angry, angry and shocked, that I had it and was about to use it on him but he must understand that I don't belong here, I belong with my pack that he stole me from.

I don't want to stay here, I shouldn't have to. This isn't my home, this isn't my pack house-- I assume it's a pack house-- and the people here aren't my family, they are the enemy. I can't live like this and surely he must understand. I've been locked here ever since I was kidnapped, and I'm not even sure how long that was.

What kind of mate does this to his other half?

Was this the type of love that I was watching for?

Without any warning, a knock came from the door and a young man -- who I recognized to be the Beta-- walked through the door. I glared at him as he swung the door open with force.

"Do you mind?" His eyes were low, no eye contact was made. "What do you want now? To slap me again?" I growled at him as loud as I could, still feeling the wolfsbane in my system. His eyes finally met mine and he looked guilty, his eyes filled with regret.

"I am so sorry, Lun-" I growled again, loud enough to stop him for speaking for a moment.

"Never call me your Luna. Ever again." I glared at him harshly. I wasn't going to be called his Luna when my so-called mate is the Alpha of the most torturous pack in the world, I wasn't having it. Plus, who even says this Alpha is even my mate? He is probably bluffing, playing with me.

Asshole.

Anyways, what kind of 'mate' is he? Leaving his wolfsbaned mate all alone, I'm sounding needy but let me be-- I'm not even meant to be here.

"You are sure acting like one." The Beta in front of me snickered directing to the way I commanded him only a second ago, before noticing my harsh stare and clearing his throat. "I'm sorry."

Awkward silence then filled the room. The tension between us was icy, it couldn't be cut by the sharpest knives known to man. Soon enough, the silence was quite enough for me and I asked the question I prayed didn't make me seem worried, or needy, at all.

"Where is Theo?" I looked straight at the unnamed Beta, who cleared his throat once again before losing the eye contact we once held. Can the man not hold eye-contact or something?

He hadn't answered for a long period of time so I asked again; "I said, where is Theo?" I spoke through my gritted teeth as the anger building up inside of me was getting the best of me. He shouldn't be ignoring me like this, if I was his Luna-- which I am not-- he would be disrespecting me and would be punished.

"He's not here right now." I rolled my eyes at his knowledge of the obvious. "He went out a couple days ago to check something out." I raised an eyebrow at the Beta, confused. Why would he leave? Especially when I'm locked in this big-- I think it's big I'm not exactly sure-- pack house with no knowledge of anyone who lives here except him.

What a shit 'mate'.

I sighed, leaning my head back on the headboard as I continued to stare at Beta. He looked uncomfortable, his arms folded across his torso, his eyes staring straight at his feet which were rolling back and forth on their heels.

"What is your name?" He instantly stopped rolling his heels, slowing looking up to me. The expressions on his face showed me that he was unsure whether to tell me.

"Grey." I raised an eyebrow again, he's named after a colour?

Well, I can't explain judge him, my own brother was name after an alcohol.

Oh I miss my brother, I miss my entire family, my entire pack.

I wonder if my pack was even looking for me, I mean I am the Alpha's daughter so-- and I'm sorry for sounding conceited about this but-- shouldn't they all feel worried and angry that I was ripped from my own home. Staying here has felt like an eternity, it felt like I have been locked in this room for so long.

The room is way too "roomy", it makes me feel I'm free but locked in my own brief freedom. I wish I was at least still in the attic, the attic was small and airy, there was no false freedom in the attic like there was in this huge bedroom.

I was too zoned out to notice that the Beta, Grey, was called out and had left the room. I was only snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of the door locking from the outside.

I hate that sound. I hate this room. I hate this house. I hate that Alpha. I hate absolutely everything here. I shouldn't be here, yet I am and I hate it.

I sighed to myself. This house is getting to me so much that I have resulted to hating my very thoughts.

I just wish someone pulled me from this hell, and quickly before I lose my mind for good.

Suddenly the door had been swung open, the door's locked ripped off from the force, revealing a dirty Theo. I gasped, shocked at what I was seeing. Theo had cuts head to toe, a gash on his torso looked deep and painful and he was-- well-- naked.

Sprouted hairs were still retracting back in to his skin meaning that he would have been running through the house in wolf form before getting to the bedroom.

Instead of stopping to have a chat-- which he really shouldn't in his state-- he ran toward the bathroom he had connecting to his room and shut the door instantly. I heard a lock.

What had happened to him, and why was I so frightened for him? I shouldn't feel so frightened about seeing him so hurt. I should feel absolutely nothing for him and his package.

After a while, he finally unlocked the bathroom door and walked out clean, all his wounds had healed incredibly quickly. Theo noticed that I was staring at him-- well, at his body actually-- and chuckled.

"I'm fine." He finally spoke, before sitting himself on the edge of the bed. I rolled my eyes at him as I watched his mouth curled in to a smirk.

"I never asked." I pointed out, giving him a blank stare. He raised an eyebrow at me, the smirk still plastered on his face.

My blank stare slowly faded and turned in to a worried glance. "What happened?" As soon as the words left my mouth, his face blanked. There was no more smirk and his eyes showed no emotion. Almost instantly, he stood up from the bed, and headed in the direction of the door.

What, no.

To stop him from leaving, my hand found its way to his, gripping it tight. As our skin touched, a slight tingle had hit me.

It happened so quickly, the tingles from our hands traveled through my body almost as if my body was being struck by lightening-- disregarding the whole dying part.

I could hear my wolf coming back, howling in the distance.

My eyes widened as big as his did when the spark occurred. It meant that the wolfsbane was finally, but slowly, leaving my body, and it answered one of the questions I had been asking myself since I first met Theo;

"Mate.." My voice was nothing but a whisper. I finally felt it, not completely but I felt it. Theo's face held the most genuine, most brightest smile I had ever seen.

He sat back down on the bed but this time he was closer to me. He rested his other hand on to of mine, that was still enveloped in his other hand. I tried looking in to his eyes but I couldn't, my mind subconsciously focusing on the bed. He was really my mate. The man, that was the reason for many upsets throughout many packs, was my mate.

I was feeling so many emotions at once, both good and bad.

He was really the one, the one that I was destined to be with, the one that the Moon Goddess chose for me. But he is also the one who has been destroying packs for years, many including my own.

With his hand, he lifted my chin, our eyes meeting.

"You are my mate. No matter many wrongs I have done and no matter how many wrongs you have done, we are mates. We are made for each other." He believed everything he was telling me, I could tell. And a little part of me-- that was slowly enlarging-- believed what he was telling me as well.

"I haven't accepted you yet." I pointed out. If I rejected our bond it would break, but not completely. We would always feel the each other when we would be with others, unlike the other accepts the rejection. It is the ultimate punishment for rejection.

He He let go of my chin and then my hand, the tingling still lingering. Much to my dismay, not that I would admit it, he got up from the bed and walked over to the door, opening it as wide as possible.

"You haven't rejected me yet either." Was his last words before escaping the room.