[Fate be Told - Chapter 5]

Nixon's grasp tightened as he hauled me into a random direction away from the pack. I glanced back at the pack members and noticed that they were all still staring at me with looks I couldn't decipher. We continued walking, more like him dragging me, for a few more minutes until we reached this huge mansion.

Damn, is this his house? And he lives here all by himself? Must be pretty lonely.

Cherry blossoms lined a path that lead up to the front door. The tall house stood tall, completely painted white with red shudders framing the windows. The house looked new compared to the other houses. Two pillars stood at the beginning of the porch. A red-painted door centered the front along with four windows on each side and an enormous window above the door. Bushes with beautiful red roses lined the porch, leaving an open space for the three cobblestone steps.

I was honestly surprised that someone like him would live in a house like this. I don't know what I was expecting, but definitely not this.

He lead me to the front porch and opened the door so that we could enter the warmth the house provided. Heat enveloped me like a blanket when Nixon closed the door behind us.

I wiped the beads of water off my face before they started rolling down into my eyes. I glanced down at my bare feet. They were covered in pieces of grass and mud. My clothes clung to my body and strands of my soaked hair stuck to my face.

Nixon's tall figure disappeared down the hallway, leaving me alone by the door. I didn't know if he wanted me to follow or if I should just stay here.

I decided to go with none of them.

I quietly pivoted on my foot and ever so quietly, opened the front door, and stepped out into the cold rain. I closed the door behind me, careful to not make a sound.

Without much thought, I took off running towards the forest. I heard a growl from behind me along with the sound of the door flinging open. His footsteps were heard behind me. The thunder roared and the Lightning lit up the dark sky. The rain fell harder than before, making it difficult for me to see.

The sounds of our feet hitting against the wet grass and the thunder was all I could hear. I was about to shift, but I felt something hard collide with my body. A yelp escaped my throat as I fell on the hard ground. I groaned and tried to roll over, but the weight on my back kept me from being able to do so. I tried getting up but large hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wet grass above my head.

My cheek was on the wet grass. The raindrops hit against the cheek facing the sky. I close my eyes, not wanting to see Nixon's angry face and not wanting to get rain water in my eyes. Shivers crawled up my spine when I felt his legs on each side of my butt, in straddling position. His hot breath fanned the back of my neck as he leaned forward. "Don't run away from me." He growled lowly into my ear. "Got it?"

I felt a lump in my throat begin to form. My eyes started tearing water, but I held them back. What did I do to deserve this? His grip tightened to the point where it started to hurt.

"Got it?" His voice grew louder. I flinched due to his harsh tone. When I didn't reply, that seemed to provoke him. He was off of me in a flash. I sighed in relief but that relief vanished when his hands grabbed me by the arms and yanked me up.

He pulled me back to the house. I stared at the back of his head. His shirt stuck to his body, each muscle stuck out. His body was tense and rugged. He slammed the door behind us when we entered the house. When he let go of me, I held my sore wrist. It was red, turning to purple. Shit, that's going to be an ugly bruise.

I was going to try and move away from him, but he pushed me up against the door. The heat from his body radiated off of him. The smell of aftershave and vanilla danced around my nose, teasing me with his mouthwatering scent. He leaned forward so that his nose was a couple inches away from mine. "You are mine." He growled, "Mine." I shivered as his green eyes turned to a yellow-green color when he eye-raped my body. "And what's mine, stays mine. Don't ever run away from me."

He dipped his head low enough so that his nose lightly brushed against the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder. The spot where he marks me. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. "Mine." he mumbled. "All mine." I wasn't sure if that was him talking or if it was his wolf.

My wolf purred in appreciation, putting nasty images of what he could do to me in my mind. I scowled at him. "You don't own me." I snapped, trying not to show that he was affecting me.

He clenched his jaw and pushed me harder against the door. "Don't disrespect me. I'm your alpha. You listen to me, pup." I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on his chest. Ignoring the electricity that surged through my body, with all my might, I gave him a hard shove.

Unfortunately, he didn't budge. Not even a tiny bit. He pulled back to look at my face. His stormy eyes went back to green. He grabbed my hands that were still on his chest. He removed them but didn't let go. My hands warmed up by his touch.

I shook the feeling away. "You are not my alpha," I rip my hands from his hold, " and I'm not a pup, asswipe."

He stepped back and sighed. He ran his fingers through his wet, onyx hair in frustration. "Your room is upstairs. I assume you can find it yourself. Don't bother trying to escape. I'll have men guarding the house from the outside." He didn't say anything else. All he did was turn around and slam the door closed behind him.

I stood their, staring at the door he just exited. That's it? He's not going to show me my room?

With a huff, I slowly started making my way down the long corridor. The walls were painted Crimson, the color of fresh blood. The floor was made from dark acacia wood. The walls were empty, no pictures or paintings. Lights lined the upper part of the walls. I continued walking until I reached the stairs that went up to the second floor.

I ascended the stairs and was met with another long hallway similar to the other one. Doors were spread out along it as well. I walked towards the first door and was welcomed with a closet. The next few doors were just closets and bathrooms. I entered into another hallway with just one door at the end.

I approached the door and slowly opened it. It was just a bedroom. Not just any bedroom.

It's Nixon's room.

The walls were black, the color of his soul. White carpet covered the floors. A bed was up against the wall, decorated with a dark red bedspread. The bed frame was crafted with dark brown wood along with the dresser, night stands, and study table. A ceiling fan hung from the ceiling, each place pained red like the rest of just property.

His scent grew stronger the farther I went in. "Why are we not sleeping in here with him?" Artemis questioned in disappointment.

"Because we barely know him." I replied.

"But he's our mate."

"He sure doesn't act like he wants us."

"He kidnapped us, Trinity." She pointed out, "Why else do you think he did it?"

"His wolf probably wanted to be around us. If he really wanted us, he wouldn't have taken us." Artemis fell quiet, so I took it that she knew I was right.

Not wanting to get caught, I made my way out of the room to go find the guest bedroom.

I finally found my room a few minutes later after finding another hallway on the other side of the house. When I entered it, the walls were painted white. A queen poster bed with a turquoise bedspread stood in the center of the room. Across from the bed was a huge window with the view of the mountains off in the distance. It was kind of hard to see because it was dark outside, but the lightning in the clouds lit of the sky enough to see the outlines of the mountains.

A fan hung from the ceiling, the blades slowly rotating. A turquoise rug laid on the floor by the bed. I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling. Tears started welling up in my eyes as reality came crashing down on me like a gigantic wave of ocean water wanting me to drown in my own issues.

My home. My pack. My friends. My brother. My parents. Will I ever be able to see them again? I've been having thoughts of what my mate would be like, but I never imagined them being the kind of person Nixon is. Or even being Nixon for that matter. No person should ever go through what I'm going through.

I suppressed a sob. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat up. The tears rolled off of my cheeks and landed onto the backs of my hands. I don't normally fall apart like this, but since no one is around to judge me and I couldn't hold back any longer, I allowed them to fall freely. I haven't cried since our pack got attacked,

After I gathered myself together, I rubbed my hand over my tear-stained cheeks and my red, puffy eyes. I got off the bed in search for the kitchen. All that crying really made me hungry. If I'm stuck here for the rest of my life, I might as well make myself at home.

When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I turned to the left, going in a random direction, hoping that I'm going the right way. I find the kitchen. Tiles covered the floor and the walls were painted the same color as all of the other walls in this house, all except for mine, the closets, and bathrooms. Marble counter tops sat on top of dark wooden counters and drawers. An island table sat in the center of the room with two blue chairs. A stove was up against the wall. A huge stainless steel refrigerator was on the left side of the room.

Damn, that is one big refrigerator.

(The walls are suppose to be red, not off-white)

I walked over to the humungous door and opened it to see what was in store for me. A carton of milk, some cheese, eggs, salad, meat, fruit, and some other things sat on the shelves. I closed the door and went over to the cabinets to see what else Nixon eats. When I opened one of the doors, my eyes landed on a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos. I immediately grabbed the bag and pulled it to my chest in a hungry manner.

The living room was right next to the kitchen. Black leather couches were by a TV that was stuck to the crimson wall. I thought about watching some TV, but I decided against it. Nixon could be home at any time and I definitely don't want to see his sexy face at the moment. Who knows what he'll do to me.

Taking the Cheetos with me, I made my way back up to my isolated bedroom to eat in self-pity.

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I don't know what happened, but I woke up to the sound of banging on my door. I quickly sat up and my eyes flew open. I stumbled up from the bed and swayed a little bit as I staggered over to the door. The bag of Cheetos fell on the floor in the process, but fortunately it didn't spill.

I opened the door when I reached it. A girl who looks a little younger than me stood before me with a shy expression on her face. Her raven, curly locks fell in front of her face. Her curvy body leaned against the door frame and she was fiddling with her fingers. She wore a magenta tank-top that clung to all of her curves and allowed her breasts to be a little more provident. Short denim shorts showed off her long, tan legs.

Jealousy began to fill me as I realized how beautiful this girl was compared to me.

Self-consciously, I rake my fingers through my untamed brown hair. My hair probably looks scary at the moment and I probably have dried up drool by the corners of my mouth. She probably thinks I look like some kind of pig. "Um....hi?" I give her a small wave.

"Luna." she greeted me with a respectful bow. I shifted on my other foot as embarrassment flooded through me. I don't really like the idea of someone bowing to me like I'm more important than they are.

"Don't do that." I told her with a weak smile.

"Sorry Luna-" she apologized.

"Just call me Trinity." I interjected.

She nods her head but doesn't say anything. She lifts her head and her hazel eyes meet mine. Her cheeks are tinted pink. Tiny freckles were scattered around her nose and cheeks.

"What's you name?" I asked the girl.

"I'm Liana. The Beta is my brother." she told me.

I stuck my hand out for her to shake. "Nice to meet you Liana."

"The Alpha sent me here to be with you."

I scoff and turn around, "What am I? A pet?" I can't believe Nixon would get me a guard dog, not that I'm saying Liana is a dog. Well she's a wolf, which is technically a dog, but that's not what I meant. The thought just makes me angry. Liana stared at me in guilt and sympathy.

"He's new to this whole mate thing." Liana said.

"He took me, Liana. He didn't even say a word to me besides 'mate' and he wasn't really talking to me, more like himself. He just grabbed me like a rag doll and ran, making me leave everything behind without even saying goodbye. When we got here he didn't even show me where my room was. He didn't introduce me to any of the pack members that were out there when we were. He just left me standing at the front door. I spent 30 minutes trying to find this room. Then he sends you to watch me when he could just do it himself."

Liana looked down at the floor before stepping forward so the she was fully in my room. "Give him a chance. Maybe you'll discover something about him. He's hurting and he's had a bad past. I've known him my whole life. He'll open up soon."

I allowed her words to sink in. "She's right." Artemis admitted. She is. I should allow him to open up. Maybe being mates with Nixon isn't so bad. Maybe the moon goddess didn't make a mistake.

But hell did I know I was wrong......

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[Author's Note]

Sorry if I haven't updated in a while. SOLs are coming up and I've been getting a ton of homework. I went camping last weekend so I couldn't update. I hope you all liked this chapter! If you enjoyed it, please give it a vote! If you have any suggestions, just comment or pm me.

I would also like to thank @sighlights for the awesome cover :D It's so much better than the one I had before.

That's all for now! I hope you all continue reading my story and bare with my shitty writing. Later nerds! <3 <3 <3

~Cheezlover ^-^