Filed To Story: Goddess's Design His Fated Mate (Willow & Reuben)
I continued, mustering an innocent blink. “Please, don’t be upset, Beta Ken. I promise I will visit the pack next year,”
I promised, hoping to ease any disappointment Beta Ken might feel.
He couldn’t maintain his displeased expression and reluctantly conceded, “If that’s what you want, then I won’t stop you. I just hoped you will stay until Sky returns,”
he murmured with a hint of disappointment.
“I’m certain Sky will understand my situation as well. I promise to catch up with him next time,”
I assured, flashing a convincing grin that seemed to sway Beta Ken completely.
“Fine,”
he finally relented, giving in to my playful insistence.
“Thank you, Beta Ken,”
I giggled appreciatively.
“But Mommy, we were going to have fun in the pack! How can we go home so soon?”
Wyatt protested, hopping down from his chair.
Beta Ken chuckled, scooping him up in his arms. “My little rascal, you’re in for loads of fun with me today. Let’s go. We’ve got plenty of time before the flight,”
he enthused.
“I’m coming too!”
Lori dashed toward Beta Ken with quick little steps. “Mommy, bye bye!”
I couldn’t help but smile at their infectious excitement as they made their way out the dining room.
They deserved that much fun, at least. I took a deep breath, intending to head back to the bedroom and start packing our luggage while they were distracted. Just as I turned, I received a call from my assistant, Lola.
“Willow, the airline tickets booked for you for tonight have been canceled!”
Lola’s voice held a note of concern.
“How and why?”
My frown deepened. I had messaged Lola last night to book the tickets, as I usually did for my travels.
While leaving the Alpha Ball, I had already planned everything in my head, including my escape plan just to make sure that Reuben could not find me here at the Wade Moon Pack.
“I’m not sure. The strange part is every time I try to book another flight for tonight or even for tomorrow, it keeps getting declined!”
Lola explained with a hint of frustration in her voice.
My grip tightened on the phone. Lola had been handling my travel arrangements for years, and this was the first time such an issue had occurred. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach, a sense of foreboding creeping in.
“Book a ticket for yourself from America to Britain,”
I instructed firmly.
“Okay,”
the sound of rapid typing emanated from the other end before Lola’s shocked voice pierced through, “It’s booked! But it keeps declining whenever I try to book for you!”
The hand holding my phone trembled uncontrollably. How was it possible that only my tickets were being declined? I needed to fly back tonight, but now I was trapped? But why? And who was ..
Before I could process the shock, shouts erupted from outside. “BETA KEN!! BETA KEN!!”
I hurriedly rushed out of the packhouse to find a warrior urgently approaching Beta Ken. He sent Wyatt and Lori with the Gamma back inside the packhouse and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Beta Ken, someone has breached our territory and overpowered all the wolves guarding the borders when they tried to stop him!”
the warrior exclaimed urgently.
“He entered alone?”
Beta Ken was shocked. “Only someone insane would attempt such a thing!”
he growled in disbelief.
Someone insane, breaking in alone? My heart raced at the thought. Stepping forward, I inquired, “Who is it?”
The warrior glanced at me, then hesitated before responding, “I don’t know. He’s only calling out one name ”
Before the warrior could finish his sentence, a voice resonated through the air, “Willow.”
I gasped, my eyes lifting to see a figure entering the clearing, dragging two wolves by their fur. My gaze widened in shock, “Reuben ”
Willow
11 years ago
Peering through the iron bars, I retched until my stomach emptied completely. The overpowering stench of blood and decaying hides lingered, mingled with the cacophony of screams and moans emanating from the other prisoners in nearby cages.
How had I ended up in the clutches of these traffickers? The memory flashed vividly-I had been foraging in the woods last night, seeking a rabbit or any small animal to sate my hunger, when I was captured by these rogues. The next thing I knew, I was confined in this cage alongside other children my age. Witnessing the abuse, failed escape attempts, and even murders, that’s when it dawned on me that these rogues were trafficking young werewolves.
Exhausted and famished, I longed for food. They had only given me water once, which I had vomited, I felt the gnawing hunger clawing at my insides. All I wanted was to flee, yet fear of my captors kept me rooted in place. Witnessing a thirteen-year-old boy’s brutal murder as a warning left me trembling with dread. As evening descended, hunger pangs gnawed at me, leaving me curled up in a corner of the cage.
The sudden sound of the cage door opening snapped me to attention. Hope surged within me at the chance of food, but instead a figure was thrown in beside me. Startled by the violence, I shifted into the corner of the cage, alarmed.
“Damn it! I’ll kill you later, you bastard!”
The rogue’s furious yell pierced the air before he slammed the cage door shut.
I flinched, eyeing the bleeding figure beside me. What just happened? This person seemed newly captured. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a boy around sixteen years old. His body bore the signs of severe beatings, covered in dried layers of his own blood, he appeared to be at death’s door. Panic surged within me when I noticed his closed eyes and slow heartbeat. I couldn’t bear the thought of witnessing another death after the horrors I’d seen over the past few hours.
“Hey, are you okay?”
I gently shook him, but there was no response. Desperate to rouse him, I slapped him lightly on the face, “Hey, can you hear me? Open your eyes. Don’t you want to go home? If you do, then open your eyes and look at me,”
I pleaded, trying my best to wake him. I pressed on his chest to stimulate breathing and rubbed his hands, hoping to revive him.
How could he ended up beaten to death?
Suddenly, his palm twitched in my hand and he gradually opened his eyes. A pair of striking forest green eyes met my blue ones. My heart skipped a beat at the sheer beauty of them. “Thank goodness, you’re not dead,”
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