Chapter 30: Chapter 30

My eyes struggle to open fully but they finally open and I am happy that I did not have to squint my eyes because of light. I look around the room and recognize it as Isaac's, from the last time I slept here. The curtains are dropped and only a bit of light is radiated from one of the lamps which only tells me that it is probably night.

I raise my body but the stinging sensation in my neck makes me fall back on the pillow and groan in pain. My hand immediately goes in search of where the pain is. My hand finally rests on the part where my neck meets my shoulder and the stinging pain increases slightly. Fear and anxiety pump through me as I feel the outline of what feels like a scar. I abruptly stand up from the bed ignoring the stinging sensation in my neck and rush to the bathroom.

"No." I mutter under my breath as I trace my neck and stare into the mirror. A tear runs down my cheek as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

"Why?" I whisper to myself as the tears roll down my cheeks. I drop to the floor, curling into a ball as tears stream down my face.

"No. No. No." I repeat in a whisper as I wrap my hands around my knees, feeling all the power drain from me.

I rock back and forth on the floor feeling helpless and drained. My mind conjures up different thoughts as the tears roll down and my body seems to be on pause. Strong arms wrap around me, erupting streaks of shocks through my body. My body is hoisted up and carried back into the room. I stare down on the floor as I am gently dropped on the bed and strong arms engulf me in a hug, swallowing my small and drained feature.

"I'm sorry." He whispers into my ears but my lips do not open to respond. "I couldn't bear to see you like that, I'm sorry."

A sudden large amount of anger surges throughout my whole body and my fists clench and push him off me.

"Get off me!" I yell, getting off the bed and making sure there is a trustworthy amount of distance between us.

"Aleisa, I'm so-" I cut him off before he can finish.

"Stop saying that, it's utterly infuriating." I scold. "Why?" I whisper

"Because I couldn't take it anymore. It was becoming worse and there's a full moon approaching." He answers, taking a step forward. The pain would only become unbearable when it was a full moon but this was not the right way to go around relieving me from it.

My hand goes back to my neck, tracing the outline of the new mark on it.

"I didn't allow this!" I scream.

"I know but I couldn't see you in pain because of my actions." He defends. His calm and collected demeanor pisses me off than I am already.

"But you took advantage of my unconscious state."

"Mind your words Aleisa, I'm still an Alpha." He says and I can feel the shift of his mood from being sorry to anger.

"What? So I'm supposed to be praising and respecting you after you marked me in my unconscious state."

"You know I've been way too patient for an Alpha, I only saved both our wolves from pain."

"I don't care about your patience as an Alpha!" I yell back. "And as for saving my wolf, couldn't you wait for me?"

"You're supposed to be my Luna by now probably even about to have a pup but all this not ready shit, is pissing me off."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" I ask. "Are you for real, pups?"

He can't seriously be talking about pups. Jesus Christ, I'm just 17. Having pups is not one of the dominant things on my mind, a seventeen year old.

"You are being a fucking asshole right now.....and you have absolutely no right to be pissed off by me."

"That's enough!" He retorts in his alpha voice and taking deadly steps towards me. "You have been nothing but disrespectful and arrogant and I have done nothing but tolerate your insolence." He says now in front of me with an unreadable expression and dark eyes with anger blazing in them.

My wolf feels like dropping this and submitting to him but I won't give him the satisfaction. He fucking marked me without my consent.

"To hell with your shit excuse of being tolerant!" I scoff.

He lets out an angry loud growl which sends chills up my spine but also manages to turn me on. This is not fair, he is dominating me and I find it sexy, that's not fair at all. I will keep blaming it on the mate bond.

"I would take back my words if I were you." He threatens in a deadly and gruff voice.

Okay so if you're me in this situation what would you do, with a deadly and angry Alpha in front of you who is also your mate, I bet you would stay and continue arguing but since I'm so stupid I immediately run to the door.

I run down the stairs and to the door touching the doorknob before staring back at Isaac who is at the top of the stairs staring down at me with an "I dare you to open that door" look.

And I do.

I run as fast as my human legs can carry me using the gravel path that leads to the gate. This is really stupid, firstly I'm running from an Alpha in his territory, in my human form which is really not my best type of athletic form but either ways he is faster than me and lastly how do I plan on getting out of his territory when Mateo will obviously be at the borders with the other patrollers.

In Simpler and plan words, I'm doomed.

I near the tall gate, thinking of how I will make it out before Isaac catches up to me. He would have already caught up to me by now but I have a feeling he was holding back on me.

"Luna?" Mateo asks with shock in front of me as I pant trying to get my breath and speak.

It's been long ever since I had a run in human form and my human form isn't really in the best shape when it comes to working out.

"Please open the gate for me." I breathe out in a rush.

"Why?"

Oh fuck it, he isn't going to move out of my way and I can feel Isaac get closer, so I do the only reasonable thing. I kick him in the jewels and run around him making my way out of the gate and soon enough after making the corners that I am now used to and jumping into different roads, I'm on the main road.

Flashes of being in the comfort of home right now haunt my mind as I try to remember the way. I run across the road the multiple streets not glancing back for a second until the familiar surroundings and scent of home hit me. I trudge faster as the thought of nearing the pack house. I get crazed looks from many pedestrians on the road but I ignore them, seeing a girl running on the streets at night is not one of the weirdest things they have probably seen before.

I breathe out a sigh of relief as I reach the doorstep and make my way inside breathing heavily. Immediately I step foot inside, Dylan appears with a surprised expression taking in my panting and messy view.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asks making a way towards me.

I just keep trying to regain my breath unable to reply to my brother.

"Are those tears on your face?" He growls, anger lacing his usual calm and joking voice.

I trace my fingers up my cheeks and feel the moisture I thought had disappeared but apparently I was still crying while I was running.

"Where is Isaac?" My heart clenches at the mention of his name.

The reason as to why I was running late in the night finally hits me and weighs on me like a huge unmoving rock.

He marked me....

"Why the hell are you crying?"

Dylan wraps his arms around me securely. My wolf flinches not approving of him holding me but I don’t pull out of the hug. He's my brother. More tears roll down my cheeks as memories of Isaac and I arguing hit my head. Why did he have to do it without my consent?

"What happened?" Dylan pushes on leading us to the nearest seat and sitting down.

I hear shuffling of feet as I lay my head low not able to raise it and tears stream down.

"What happened to her?" I hear my father's voice boom angrily.

"My sweet baby." My mom's voice calls. She takes the seat next to me and wraps her arms around me. "What happened?" She asks worriedly.

The tears just increase as the thought of being marked crosses my mind. I'm now marked. There's no going back.

Isaac....he marked me…

The words repeat in my head like a song, with the same lyrics that haunt my mind and my heart clenches because he did it without my consent or will. He should have waited for me, I was going to allow him after everything we have been through but now, I had more reason to want to stay away from him.

"What did the motherfucker do this time?" Allan's gruff and angry voice asks.

I slowly raise my neck in Dylan's direction and he glares at the new mark embracing my neck.

"Did he do it forcefully?" He asks, his voice deep and deadly with an edge to it.

I don't respond not able to find my voice. I was running for almost half an hour, how come I can't even move my lips. Everyone's eyes in the room avert to my neck and I hear a quiet gasp from my mother from beside me and the tears build up. I didn't want to be marked like that.

"Why would he do such a thing?" My mother asks silently as if considering everything to herself and not believing what her eyes are seeing.

"I knew he was lethal and not all that good." Allan scoffs.

I raise my head for the first time since I arrived and throw him a death glare. Yes, indeed Isaac marked me without my consent but somewhere in this he did do it for me and I couldn't bear to hear someone badmouth my mate. Allan raises his hands in surrender and I open my mouth to say something but the pounding on the door brings me to a stop and close my once slightly parted lips.

"Stay here." Dylan orders as he makes his way towards the door.

I sit quietly as the prying eyes of my curious parents, beta and best friend search me as if looking for answers. My head turns as a familiar scent hits my nose and my wolf howls even though he hurt us.

"Where is she?" I hear his voice ask, deep and angry.

I stand from my seat ignoring the warnings from everyone and pleas that I should sit down. I advance to the door and stop in front of two growling alphas. I look at Isaac who looks nothing but angry.

"I trusted her with you." Dylan breaths out, giving Isaac a look of disappointment and displeasure but also managing to show his anger.

"And that was a good choice." Isaac replies rather calm and not looking at Dylan anymore but directly at me.

"Why did you do it?" Dylan asks, letting everyone know that his anger is still brewing.

"She is my mate." Isaac replies, still putting on a calm face and voice and not glancing over at Dylan.

"Your explanation isn't really reliable."

"Because I don't owe you an explanation." Isaac answers, now looking over at Dylan with clenched teeth.

Dylan lets out a loud growl, making a chill pass through the entire room. Isaac glares at him as a response and watches Dylan with attentive eyes, no longer concentrated on me.

I open my mouth to say something but my father beats me to it with his booming alpha voice.

"Boys, I do not think anyone wants to see something as aggressive as two alphas fighting." My father's voice booms. "I would suggest we do this calmly." He says calmly, eying both of them as if challenging them to object.

"Fine." Dylan Huffs. He wouldn't really like the aftermath of disobeying father.

"Sure." Isaac replies, eying Dylan before his eyes shift back to me.

"My office please." My father instructs, making his way to his office.

Dylan and Isaac follow behind him before sharing one last glare with each. My father's beta and Allan follow after and the door closes.

What?

I don't think that's fair, I mean come on they are discussing me and I'm not part of a discussion of ME!

I stare at the closed door for a while before turning on my heels and running up the stairs into my room. Man, I think most of my day has been contributed to running. I slide underneath the bed and bury my head in my hands.

What the fuck happened?

One moment I was over at Lydia's house eating cupcakes and then I had my heat, after a while Isaac picked me up. I woke up with a fresh mark on my neck, argued with Isaac over the said mark which led to me running over home in the middle of the FRICKING night. My brother and mate had a glare contest of some sort which would have ended terribly if not for my father's intervention. And now they are discussing something about me, without me. Seriously, WHO DOES THAT!!

How can someone's day change so quickly? I guess I got a U-turn from the usual schedule. A knock on the door seizes my thought and I rub at my eyes, wiping off the tears to stare at the door.

"Come in." I answer knowing that my mother is behind the door.

She opens the door and walks towards me in her normal graceful step. She slides down next to me and I stare at her as she stares back at me with her caramel brown eyes.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" She asks with pleading eyes as if everything depends on me explaining everything.

I look at her and her eyes glimmer, showing me that she's who I'll always return to even during the worst of my problems. How did my life turn so much? Honestly, I expected Dylan to be the one with all the relationship drama.

I let out a sigh and she holds my hands, giving them a tight squeeze.

"I don't know mom." I sigh looking into her pleading eyes. "I had my heat when I was over at Lydia's then Isaac picked me up, next when I woke up from my unconscious state. I had a mark." I breathe out shakily.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be okay." She says soothingly.

"No mom. Nothing is ever okay when someone says that sentence."

"I know what Isaac did is very wrong but honey, don't you think he's been holding back for too long because he's respected your wishes." She says and I look at her with disbelief.

Everyone is pointing out the fact that he's managed to control himself from marking and mating with me but no one seems to notice that he marked me without my permission and that he is the one who seemingly rejected me, causing all these fucking bumps in our relationship.

"All I'm saying is he's respected your wishes all this while and waited for you, don't you think he had a reason for marking you while you were unconscious." She says looking at my truthfully and thoughtful.

I stare blankly at her but still getting a few of her words and pondering over them.

"I've seen Isaac and all I can tell you is that he seems to be decent enough not to do something without reason and his eyes do seem to carry huge pain with them."

He does carry pain, mom. A lot of pain and it makes me feel as if I'm selfish for running out on him and running straight to my family instead of hearing his reasoning.

"What are you pointing at, mother?" I ask looking at her with a confused face.

"I'm saying, I think he was thinking about you when he marked you and you should give him a chance to explain. And if anything he couldn't help it because you were in pain." She replies, eying me, waiting for a reaction but I just sit quietly.

I stare at the door, thinking over everything. He would have, matter of fact I would mark him too without his consent if he was going through the same. There's just something that binds you to your mates pain that hurts more.

My mother stands up and dusts off the imaginary dust on her dress and walks out the door before speaking.

"Plus, you and I know it was meant to happen."