Undesired By My Alpha Mate

I jerked up from sleep, making my green duvet cover pool around my waist as the front door closed with a loud bang. They are at it again, I thought while throwing a quick glance at the alarm clock that sat on my window.

It was 2:47 am. Fuck.

"Luna!" My stepfather yelled from upstairs, and my heart picked up in fright. I can't handle another beating from Marcus-he already had his turn yesterday morning.

My door was without any lock to protect me from them, and I knew he would be here soon.

"Luna!" I heard again, but this time it wasn't the voice of my stepfather Marcus; it was his son, Aron.

I could hear their footsteps as they made their way down the basement, and my breathing increased, knowing that they were both coming to my room. What I would be receiving would be far worse.

I threw the duvet cover off my body, making it land on the floor, and stumbled face-flat on the ground. I looked down to see that the sheet had wrapped around my feet.

Kicking my feet out, I got up and ran to my wardrobe, about to open it and hide inside when both Aron, my stepbrother, and Marcus stumbled into the room.

My hands tightened on the handle, and my body shook with fear. I cast my eyes to the ground, knowing how much they hate it if I make eye contact with them.

"My, my. Look what we have here," Marcus slurred and stumbled slightly as he approached me.

Never move from your spot. That was my number one rule after I tried running from their punches a couple of times as they hit me. They loved the game of chase as it gives them more thrill to chase after their prey. Me.

I learned to stay in one place and receive it all after the ninth time.

His sweaty hand roughly pulled my hair back, making me look up at him, but I quickly shifted my gaze to the hole on the wall.

"Look at me, bitch!" He spat-literally on my face, but I knew it was just one of his games again.

"A-alph-a," I stammered when his rough hand grabbed my left butt cheek painfully while pushing my body closer to his.

"Much better," he grinned with his yellow crooked teeth on full display.

I looked over to Aron and prayed to the goddess that he would stop his father from whatever he planned to do, only to see a sly smile on his lips as he gazed at my body.

I pushed at Marcus when I felt his manhood pushing at my belly from his slacks.

"N-no!" I cried out, jerking my head in every which way while pushing at his shoulders.

"What did I say about talking, hmm?" Marcus sneered, his hand leaving my butt only to come on my face, whipping my head to the side and a whimper leaving my lips.

The slap stung, but it's nothing compared to what they've done and what they'll do to me.

The slap didn't stop me, though, as I kept on fighting against his hold. I heard Aron's footsteps, and I watched as he walked behind me.

"He said stop, you slut!" Aron shouted in my ear with a tight hold on my neck, not enough to crush my windpipe but enough to have me gasping for breath.

Aron thrust his hip forward, rubbing himself on my butt. I felt disgusted, and my skin crawled with tiny spiders.

My fifty-year-old stepfather tore the handle of my white nightgown, leaving only the right hand to hold the cloth on my body.

It all became real to me, and there and then, I knew I had to leave before anything happens.

I jerked my head back with as much force as I could muster, hitting Aron on the nose, and as I heard his cry of pain and felt his blood touch the skin on my neck, it gave me satisfaction.

With newfound determination to leave this house and pack that never cared about me, I raised my knee high and hit my stepfather where the sun doesn't shine.

He dropped to the ground with a groan while cupping his dick.

I ran to the stairs, already on the fourth step when my left foot was held by Aron's fat hand, making me fall and hitting my head on the edge of one of the steps.

"Bitch," he spat.

Hot liquid ran down my face, but I had no time to stop it from entering my eyes as my main focus was on my stepbrother who still had his hand wrapped around my leg.

I used my right foot to kick the hand that was now dragging me down, but he wouldn't let go. I noticed Marcus getting up, and in fright, I used both legs to kick Aron in the face.

How I had done that? I had no idea, but I am thankful to the Moon.

"You have nowhere to run to, Luna, and when I find you, I will kill you!" Those were the last words of Marcus I heard before pushing the door open.

The wind slapped against my face as I ran for the woods, cooling down the stings on my face.

Even though I am a werewolf, the night was too dark for me to see the path before me, and my body in much pain for me to shift. I blindly ran nonstop, the twigs and branches scratching on my skin and making holes in my cloth.

The sun was now up, and I decided it was time to take a rest. I had been running for hours.

I gasped and panted as I sat down under a tree to take a breather. I folded my arms together and rested my head on it while using my knee to support my arms.

Sweat dripped from my hair down to my chin before dropping on a dried leaf.

"Who's there?" A husky male voice said, making me jerk my head to the left so fast it almost gave me whiplash.

At first, I thought it was either Marcus, Aron, or someone from Dark Moon pack, my pack, but calmed down when I couldn't recognize the voice.

"Show yourself," said the male voice, and shakily I got up, using the wall to support my weak body.

Right before me was the most handsome man I have ever seen. My heart started beating fast and loud against my rib cage, and this time not from fear but from something else... Love?

I took in a deep breath, and my nostrils instantly filled with his scent. Cinnamon and rain.

Mate! Mate! Mate! My wolf kept yelling inside of me, clawing at the invisible wall I put between us.

His eyes roamed my body, starting from the nest on my head to each wound and torn part of my clothing.

I shifted uncomfortably on my foot and crossed my arms around my chest.

He sauntered forward, and I cast my eyes down with my cheeks burning up. Goddess, this man is devilishly handsome.

"Look at me, mate," he whispered, and slowly, I raised my head to look up at him.

I swiped my tongue across my dried lip before sucking on the lower lip. It was a nervous action I picked up after mom passed away. His green eyes snapped to the action before moving back to meet my brown eyes.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, referring to the cuts on my body and my torn nightgown.

"I-i," I stammered before my eyes widened at the sound of twigs snapping behind me, and my breathing increased.

"They are just my men," the green-eyed man said when he noticed the frightened look on my face. I nodded and released the breath I never knew I was holding.

"Since you're on my territory, I will have to take you back to my pack," he added.

"You're alpha?" I asked with eyes widened, and he nodded, his lip twitching a little into a half-smile before going back to their original position.

"Yes. Alpha Landon of Green Hill pack," Landon replied, puffing out his chest in pride.

I nodded, still in awe at how young he is to be an Alpha.

He jerked his head to the side to the men who I now noticed were coming out of the tree line.

They went forward, including Landon, but I just stood there, unsure if I should follow them.

Landon stopped, turned back, and arched his perfectly trimmed left brow to me, and I blushed once more before shuffling forward to stand beside him.

I tried making small talk with Landon, but he'd either reply with a grunt or a curt nod. I gave up after twenty minutes and then moved to walk behind him and two other men.

I just realized that he hasn't asked for my name yet, so I fast-walked to meet up with him at the front, a few people giving me weird looks as I did.

It seemed like he was deep in thought and didn't notice me walking next to him. I pulled a little at his black jacket, making him look down at me. The cold wind blew his dark hair to the side as he did before he looked straight ahead.

"You haven't even asked for my name yet," I murmured lowly, only for him to hear.

"What's your name?" He asked, still not looking at me, and I bit my lip before answering him.

"Luna."

"Luna," He mumbled, testing the word on his lips. He smirked after saying my name, as if he had just made a joke with it.

It felt like a blow had been delivered to my stomach. Does he not like my name? Does he not like me? I thought, while pushing a few strands of my blonde hair behind my ear.

The wind was blowing heavily, and my torn nightgown did nothing to protect me from the harsh wind.

I rubbed the flesh on my arms with my palms, making goosebumps appear on my skin. I was surprised to see his jacket in front of me, and I looked up at him.

"Take it," Landon muttered, shaking the jacket in front of me.

A smile broke out on my face as I took the jacket and shrugged it on, its warmth instantly enveloping me.

"What about you?" I asked him, biting my lip nervously, but he shrugged instead.

Maybe I was wrong... Maybe he likes me.

We had been walking for over an hour and I was about to ask Landon when we would be at his pack when I noticed the trees thinning out.

In less than a minute, we were in a clearing, and I kid you not, right before me was a castle. A freaking castle.

It wasn't like the huge mansion we had back in Dark Moon Pack-no, this... This here was more beautiful and absolutely fantastic.

"Wow," I gawked, pulling the jacket closer to my body as we approached the intimidating castle.

The walls that protected the pack were tall and long, not giving outsiders a view of how the pack houses are. The iron gates were pushed open when the guards saw their Alpha approaching, and we all walked through before they closed it back.

The houses were just like the ones in Dark Moon, but the only difference was the houses here were much closer to each other.

Those in wolf and human forms bowed in respect as their Alpha passed, while they gave me curious glances and a few looked at me in disgust.

If I were also them, I would be curious as to why a girl with dried blood and torn clothes and no shoes is in their pack.

My cheeks burned red in embarrassment, so I lowered my hair like a curtain to block the view of the people from seeing my face.

Alpha Landon seemed to have noticed my issue, and when I glanced up at him, I saw him staring at someone behind me.

That's how tall he is, and that's how short I am. He doesn't even need to stare at someone from my side when he could just look above my head.

I turned around to see that the man he was staring at was now walking up to him, so I shifted to the side a little to give him space.

"Get her new clothes," Landon started, looking at my figure and then down to my feet that I wiggled into the wet sand. "... And some shoes too." He added, giving the man a black card and my eyes sparkled at the thought of putting on something comfortable.

"Okay, Alpha," the blue-eyed man muttered before turning to look at me.

Why the hell am I naming people by their name? I asked myself before rolling my eyes dramatically... In my head, of course.

The blue-eyed man's eyes roamed my body, making me close my eyes for a second when it reminded me of the way Aron had looked at me.

He isn't here.

He is

I chanted those words repeatedly in my head. When I heard a growl, I snapped my eyes open to see that Landon had his hand balled into a fist as he glared at the man.

"Do not look at her that way, Scott!" Landon barked, shocking me and the people around us.

Scott apologized with his head down in submission before asking for my shoe size.

After telling him, Landon led me to his house. He pushed the door open, and I gasped in awe.

The modern house was painted in white and black, and the shape kinda looked like a box. Every piece of furniture in his house was either black, grey, or white in color, with pictures hanging on the walls. His house looked cozy and homey-something I did not have.

I didn't have time to look around as Landon led me up to, well, as he said, 'The room I'll be staying in.'

The room was absolutely beautiful, with off-white walls, a four-poster bed in the middle, and a walk-in closet on the side-nothing like the basement I used to live in in my old pack.

The thought alone made me shudder as I remembered how cockroaches would crawl up my body while I slept.

"You'll be staying here. If you need anything, knock on the door down the hall, but only if you need something," he said sternly, and I nodded before he could even finish talking.

He walked out of the room, leaving me alone to explore my space.

When I could no longer hear his footsteps, I closed the door and released a squeak as I flopped onto the bed.

The bed, laid with soft white sheets, molded itself to me no matter which position I lay in. I released a happy sigh. I turned so that I was face-first onto the bed.

Goddess, I could get used to this.

I got up, realizing that I needed to take a bath. The last time I took one was four days ago. Pushing the door to the bathroom open, I gasped as I saw a bathtub in there. A freaking bathtub.

I know most people will wonder why I am freaking out over a bathtub, but this was the first time I got to bathe in one. I was never allowed to use it in the mansion.

I stripped out of my tattered nightgown and filled the tub with warm water.

Goddess, this feels amazing.

It seemed like I had fallen asleep, and I do not blame myself for it. Wrapping a white towel around my waist and using a smaller one to cover my hair, I walked out of the bathroom and into the room.

A brown shopping bag was placed neatly on the bed, and I opened it to see a bunch of different colorful clothes in it.

My lips curved up in a big smile, and my heart instantly filled up with gratefulness. I quickly dried my body before putting on a grey hoodie and black leggings, paired with white Converse.

I took a comb from the nightstand and brushed through the tangles in my hair. When I was satisfied with how it was, I left my hair to air dry.

Now, I need to go find Landon and thank him.

LANDON'S POV

Blonde hair and golden-brown eyes.

I couldn't get the perfect image of her out of my head, but I have to. I never wanted a mate - I don't want one. So, why is the moon goddess doing this to me?

The images of how my father would waste his time on alcohol after my mother's death are still buried deep in my brain.

Running my hands through my dark locks in frustration, I groan before dropping the pen in my right hand onto the desk and pushing the files I was supposed to go through to the side.

I was about to get up when the door to my office was pushed open, and my Beta, Kyle, walked in. He bowed with his head down in respect before flopping down in the seat.

"Any information?" I asked Beta Kyle, getting straight to the point.

"Nothing yet, Alpha. We tried tracking her scent, but it was too weak for us to detect," he said.

Weakness.

That was something else I felt emanating from every pore in her body. Even her wolf was too weak to be detected by mine.

I don't want to be like my father, drowning in sorrow if anything happens to her once I claim her as mine. The pain of watching my mother slowly die from her illness still remains fresh in my mind, and I never want to go through that again.

"Landon?" Kyle called, snapping my attention back to him. "Hmm?" I hummed in response, indicating that I was still paying attention even though my mind was elsewhere.

"You seem lost in thought," he said while crossing his arms and resting his back on the chair, a lazy smirk on his lips.

I sighed, rubbing my eye tiredly and mimicking his posture by leaning back, though I didn't give him an answer. Not that he was asking, but more like he was stating the obvious.

"She's your mate, isn't she?" Kyle asked, and I blinked slowly at him, remaining silent before answering him truthfully. "Yes."

"I guessed as much," he mumbled while stroking the hair on his chin slowly. I rolled my eyes at that. Of course he did.

"We finally have a Luna," Kyle muttered with a happy laugh as he got up from his seat. "Someone who will finally-"

"-No," I growled, cutting off his rambling.

"What?" He stammered, stumbling a little. If I weren't observing him closely, I might not have noticed it.

When he saw the glare on my face, his eyes widened. "You'll reject her? You can't do that! She-"

"I can, and I will," I growled, standing up and forcefully pushing my chair backward, making it scrape on the wooden floor before finally falling to the ground with a thud.

"I want you to stay out of my personal affairs, Beta Kyle. This doesn't concern you."

"Understood, Alpha," Kyle said, lowering his head in submission. He then turned around to the door, ready to leave. But before he could grasp the doorknob, a knock sounded from the other side of the door, and I could easily guess who it was.

"Come in," I said while taking my chair and putting it back in its place.

LUNA'S POV

I finally found the door that said 'Alpha's Office.' I took a deep breath and bit my lip nervously before letting it go and replacing it with a bright smile.

I can't even remember the last time I had a smile so radiant on my face, and for the first time in a long while, Alpha Landon, a.k.a. my mate, was the reason behind the one on my face today.

With the smile still on my lips, I raised my hand and knocked thrice on the wooden door.

"Come in," came the husky voice of Landon.

I pushed the door open, and standing next to it was a man I had never seen before - not that I knew anyone here.

I gave the man a smile, but it instantly fell when he looked at me with pity before shuffling past me and out the door. I turned to look at his retreating back, my brows furrowing in a frown.

"Close the door," Landon muttered, causing me to look back at him before turning my head to the left and pushing the door closed.

After shutting the door, I finally took in the surroundings of Landon's office. The walls were painted a light gray color, and the wooden floor was a dark brown. In the middle of the room was a dark desk with him seated behind it, and two chairs were positioned in front of it. On his left was a rack filled with different books and maps.

Landon cleared his throat, and I snapped my gaze back to his form as he got up from his chair. He picked up a file from his desk, walked to the front, and perched on the edge.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly, but that didn't dim the bubbling energy inside me.

"I wanted to thank you," I muttered, my lips forming a smile as I took a step closer.

Landon slammed the file onto the desk, and I jumped back in fear. My eyes darted to the spread-out contents of the file before returning to Landon, who was glaring at me intensely.

"What did I say about only coming here when you need something?" Landon asked, moving towards me. I stumbled backward, my heart pounding in my chest.

I had nowhere to run, as my back was already pressed against the door, and the doorknob was digging painfully into my back. I looked left and right, but before I could attempt to escape, Landon was already standing mere inches away from me.

"I-I just w-wanted to th-thank you," I stammered, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of my sweater.

"Thank me?" he sneered.

"Yes, thank y-you for the clothes," I added quickly, hoping he would understand why I was there and stop being so harsh.

"What?" he laughed, throwing his head back. It wasn't a happy laugh; no, he was laughing at me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked rapidly to keep them from falling.

He leaned down to look me in the eye, his green orbs cold and distant. "Just because I got you new clothes doesn't mean I want you in my life," he spat, and I physically recoiled.

"Landon, I-" "-Don't ever touch me," he hissed, jerking his hand out of mine and using both palms to push my shoulders painfully against the door. The doorknob dug harder into my back, and I could already feel a bruise forming.

"I. Don't. Want. You," he said each word with venom before moving away from me as if I had burned him.

"Why?" I asked, my heart in my throat.

His eyes roamed over my body with disgust and his lips lifted up at the side as if he made a silent joke "You are an eyesore. Now get out," he added without sparing me a glance.

Never in my life had I felt so humiliated. Not even when Aiden pushed me to the floor in front of the whole pack and dumped a bucket of cold water on me.

A solitary tear escaped my eye, but I quickly wiped it away. With my head bowed in humiliation and my cheeks burning in embarrassment, I opened the door to Landon's office, rushed out, closed the door to my room, locked it, and sank to the floor, crying silently.