Chapter 7

Megan's POV

As more people started showing out in the yard, my anxiety levels increased. I began to make my way back to the house since I was too overwhelmed. I only wanted to isolate myself from everyone in my room. I was significantly outnumbered, it was too much, and I felt frightened. Since this pack was much larger than mine, I could get attacked by more individuals. The notion made me feel even more anxious, and I hastened my pace without paying attention to where I was going. I just had to leave this place. When I felt two hands grip my shoulders, I swiftly turned around to see Miss Bimbo standing there. Her nails were tearing through my shoulders like claws. I wrenched myself out of her hold.

"Bitch, listen to me." She gave me a snarl."I own Jason. He and I are intended to mate. I am intended to be Luna and I won't allow some miserable rogue to get in my way!" She yelled. "I simply trained intending to become the best woman and his mate. You won't interfere and muck things up. Got it? He is mine.

My anxiety increased as a result of her screaming. I fled as soon as I started to feel anxious. I rushed towards the woods while holding my chest tight. My pulse was racing, and I was heavy heaving. I fell over twigs and sometimes got tangled in tree roots as I wandered through the forest. The lack of oxygen caused black spots to appear in my eyesight. In my head, I could hear my dad screaming. As my memory played back the memories, my scars seemed to burn. I tumbled down a tree after backing into it. I positioned my head on my knees while encircling my legs with my arms. I prayed for it to end while I was trembling.

My head flew up as soon as I heard a stick break. Darkness and a sinister atmosphere pervaded the space around me. The crickets abruptly halted their chirping. I was more frightened as I feared something might saunter out of the shadows and grab me. I rolled up even more tightly.

Sparks flew off my skin as two hands softly grasped me from behind. I screamed and sprinted away from the individual. I first believed it was my father, who was probably reusing the taser or shock collar. The guy appeared to demand attention and shouted power. It's the father, I reasoned. Even though my eyesight was still fuzzy, I could make out a black-haired head. "The father," he said. He was in front of me as I shouted out and threw myself up against another tree. He spoke, and I could hear him. Although I couldn't make out his voice, I could hear what he was saying. That isn't the father, I say.

I started to relax, and I could now clearly hear his voice.

It's OK. I apologize. I had no idea I would frighten you. I shuffled up the tree to escape as he began to approach me. He came to a halt, his face displaying anguish.

"Are you alright?" I blinked. I gasped softly as I cast a wary look at him.

He was somewhat taller than Jackson and quite tall. He had sea-green eyes and long, unkempt jet-black hair. He had full lips and a sharp jaw. He gave me a kind grin and knelt in front of me.

"Hello," said Jason, "I'm Alpha of the Mountain Ridge pack." I quickly dropped my eyes out of respect and dread. I was never allowed to gaze directly at my father. I continued to look at his chest. His lean muscles were visible through his shirt, which further added to his threatening presence.

I afterward smelled it. a blend of cedar and pine woods with a touch of Axe's seductive darkness.

He muttered, "Mate,"

'Mate.' My wolf endorsed that. I then took off running.

I was best at it, that was all.

The Jason photo was altered. He seemed too soft, and I agreed with the consensus, so I modified him. I just discovered the new photo and thought, "Hot damn," since the one I had up previously simply didn't suit the impression I intended to make.