I stood in shock as the pack guards grabbed me roughly by my arms, my father was saying something, probably reminding me of how much of a disappointment I was and asking me where I got the audacity to run away from the pack.
But I didn't hear a word because my gaze was fixed on the image in front of me.
Mason Gray is Ophelia's godson.
There must be a mistake somewhere.
There has to be.
The guards dragged me away in my stunned state, I was too shaken by what I just saw.
I raised my head and watched my father lead us back to the pack house. What if there's a mistake?? What if he is just a Mason look alike?? My luck cannot be that rotten that the man who took my virginity and gave me the best sex of my life, is Ophelia's most treasured person.
I've had terrible things happen to me but things cannot get this bad. Right?
Without thinking twice, I blurted out the question before it exploded in me, "Dad..."
My father stopped walking and turned to face me with his brows shot up questioningly.
I continued, "Who is that? The man Ophelia introduced to the pack..." I don't know how I asked that without stuttering.
My father's brows furrowed and he studied me suspiciously before he replied, "That is her godchild, Mason Gray. She is very protective of him and he is like her own child. He will be staying in our town from now on."
Her godchild...
Her godhild...
Her godchild...
Those three words kept ringing in my ears like a broken radio as I tried to process it.
I slept with my Ophelia's godchild goodness sake.
Ophelia's godchild took my virginity.
Isobel, what have you done??
"Are you listening to me?!" My father raised his voice suddenly and I looked at him alarmingly.
"Stay the hell away from Mason Gray,do you hear me?? That bastard is bad news." My father warned with his eyes widened and I could hear the disdain in his voice. I could see it the hatred for Mason etched in his face.
But it was a little too late for the warning because I did not only get close to Mason Gray, I also slept with him.
I thought I would thrown into the dungeon again for trying to run away from the pack house, I expected the worse punishment like getting starved for days to the point of death but I was surprised when my father said, "I won't give you the punishment you deserve because I don't want this to escalate, with Mason around we have to tread carefully so I'll send you to the woods to hunt for a day and quietly forget that this ever happened. Now whether you survive or not is not my responsibility anymore."
He thought he was being generous by the punishment but I'm an omega, there is very slim chance that I will survive hunting in the woods filled with very dangerous rogues.
The woods is no place for weak omegas because in no time, I will be attacked by stronger werewolves and my father knows this too well, which makes me wonder if he just wants me dead.
I sat on the ground with my ears and eyes at alert for any sound at all as I wait for my death, then suddenly I got a feeling. My chest started tickling and I felt a very familiar presence with me in the woods.
I stood up and started moving in a direction, it felt like that familiar presence was drawing me towards the direction. I could also perceive a very distinct scent in the air, I couldn't place what exactly the scent was but it felt very familiar like I knew who owned it. Perceiving the scent also warmed my heart for some reason and made me feel safe.
I knew this feeling too well. I knew it because I had experienced it three times already.
This was the feeling I got whenever I was about to meet my mate.
I almost rolled my eyes at the irony.
Is it the moon goddess hobby to mess with me?
Another mate?? Really???
Is it her plan to continue giving me mates who would keep rejecting and humiliating me until I die??
Because I had no choice, I followed the scent and walked to the direction where my mate kept drawing me. I honestly didn't want to meet any more mates, I just wanted to go to someplace far away from here and live happily with Quinn.
The closer I let my mate draw me, the stronger I felt the familiar presence and the distinctive scent.
I could hear the breathing of two werewolves and I wondered who among them would be my mate but I didn't expect to see that the two werewolves in their werewolf form would be having a brawl when I set my eyes on them.
I looked closer and realized that it wasn't a brawl, one of them was attacking the other.
I screamed out in horror when the attacking werewolf stabbed the victim werewolf with his claws.
Oh my god...
The attacker stabbed him again and again and again and I continued screaming, completely horrified.
But my horror was not over because when the face of the werewolf who was being stabbed came into vision, I gasped in shock to see that it was Nathan McQueen.
"N..Nathan??" I called out in a whisper.
My legs wobbled under me but they were fixed in one spot, I was too shocked to move.
Was he the reason why I was drawn here? Was I supposed to still perceive his scent and get drawn to his scent after he has rejected me?
"What are you doing here, Isobel?"
That voice was definitely not from Nathan, it sounded more masculine and authoritative, it was from the attacker.
Of course he heard me scream.
Fuck. I'm totally going to get killed.
But hold on...
How did he know my name??
The attacker slowly whipped his head to face me before I had the chance to run for my life.
"M..Mason Gray?" The words came out of my mouth in a whisper.
Mason Gray was the attacker.
He smirked at me and released Nathan who dropped on the ground with a thud.... lifelessly...
"Wh... What... Why... Did---"
"Yes,I killed him. Now answer my question what are you doing here??" Mason said casually as if I did not just witness him kill someone. He killed Nathan.
And why am I still perceiving the strong, distinctive scent of my mate when Nathan is already dead? Why do I have the warm, tingling feeling, the one I get when I discover mate?
Except.... Nathan is not my mate but Mason.
I felt my heart drop to my stomach and my breath hitched in my throat.
Mason, the man who is my enemy's most cherished person, is my mate.