Part 2
### Chapter 1: 1
Word Count: 874, completed
Slumping exhaustedly down onto her bed, Isabella Montgomery pushes back the tears pooling in her eyes that are threatening to fall any moment now, how had her life come to this?
As a 6-month-old baby, she had been abandoned on the steps of the pack she now called home, the Alpha had pitied her and brought her in and cared for her like one of his own. Alpha Jax already had 3 sons, the eldest (And future Alpha) was named Axel, the middle son was Ryker and the youngest son was named Finn, when Alpha Jax had taken Isabella in, Finn had been 7-months-old himself and they thought both children would be incredibly close like twins.
Both the Luna and Alpha loved their three boys more than words could describe but they had been yearning for a little girl of their own (More so the Alpha) and just like God had answered their prayers, a baby girl was left for them to care for as their own. Yet since Alpha Jax's untimely death 2 years ago, any protection Isabella was had was now gone and her life had gone downhill.
Now Axel, the eldest son was Alpha of the pack, as he climbed the ranks of the pack, Isabella was forced down to the bottom. There had always been claims of favouritism from the Alpha to Isabella so everyone seemed happy to see her now at the bottom of the food chain. Isabella had been forced to move out of the only home she knew at the pack house and move to a cottage, 2 miles away which was at the edge of the packs land, she was also now made into the 'pack cleaner', everyone treated her like dirt without the protection of the Alpha, she didn't naturally belong in this pack and people often liked to remind her of this while she simply tried to live her life with what had been handed to her, even if she now drew the short straw.
Today had been particularly hard for Isabella, after setting off from her home at 5AM(to make it to the pack house on time to start her jobs) she had to clean every room in the pack house, it wasn't until she had this job title that she realised how disgusting some werewolves could be but she dared not complain out of fear of what would happen if she did.
Throughout most of her time in the pack house – day in day out – Finn, the youngest brother found pleasure in ridiculing her and making every single second of her time there much harder. Isabella had learnt the hard way to ignore his verbal punches and even physical ones, she had the scars to prove this.
The one good time of the day was when Isabella could go and tend to the horses, she felt at peace with animals, particularly horses and cats. Having a love for cats was practically unknown of for werewolves – even though most werewolves wouldn't like to admit it, they were distant relatives of the dog and they seemed for some reason to be unable to gain an attachment to cats like many dogs. Despite this, Isabella was different, one day on her long walk home from the pack house she had come across a small kitten who was crying out in the bushes, despite only planning to nurse the cat back to health before setting it free, the cat – now named Tobias – had simply stolen her heart and was now her escape.
As if on cue, when Isabella's head dropped into her hands she felt a ball of fluff circle through her legs with a comforting 'meow'
"Hello, you," Isabella says forcing a smile before scooping Tobias up into her arms and she cuddled him close to her neck, she felts a rough lick on her neck which made her giggle slightly. Once Tobias was placed on Isabella's knees, he gave an appreciative yawn at the back scratching he was receiving and curled up on Isabella's knees, his favourite place to be.
"You're the only one I need Tobias" Isabella grins slightly pushing away the escapee tear running down her face, she lies down bringing Tobias to her side and she curled herself up into a ball too – she hadn't changed her clothes from the day or even locked the front door but she very quickly fell into a deep slumber, her final thoughts about how she wanted... no needed someone to love her, she didn't know how much longer she could cope, despite the pack hating Isabella they were not willing to let her leave but then she was unsure if she wanted too, how would she cope being rogue? This would mean that she no longer belonged to a pack, Rogues were categorised as untrustworthy, dangerous and killers meaning most packs.
Despite Isabella being 18 years old, her small body curled comfortably on the single bed she slept on, food was usually an afterthought for Isabella so her small frame resembled a 14-year-old rather than the one she should have at her age but Isabella had no one to impress, she was told this continually so she never had to worry about it.
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### Chapter 2: 2
Word Count: 1146, completed
>>> Hunter
Isabella couldn't help but notice that for the past week there had been an excited 'buzz' around the pack, she didn't know why but there was no mistaking that something was happening and soon but she could never get close enough to anyone to hear what it was as, as soon as Isabella would walk into a room, usually everyone walked out.
As Isabella walked into Finn's room to clean it, she made eye contact with him sat at his desk on the other side of the room, quickly lowering her eyes and holding her breath without even realising it, she got on with her jobs. Isabella prayed that he would let her get on with it, but 9 times out of 10 this was wishful thinking, this was confirmed to be one of these times when she heard his chair legs scrape across the floor as he stood up. Still avoiding eye contact, Isabella continued as she had been doing but she soon felt her scalp on fire and a fistful of her hair was pulled causing her to lift up.
Isabella is thrown onto the freshly made bed while Finn crawls up her body until he is straddling her waist, he finds joy in watching her recoil in pure fear.
"Listen here you little bitch," he starts grabbing her cheeks tight in one hand so she has no choice but to look at his face "We have a visitor today and I don't want muck like you around" a hand is thrown around Isabella's neck instantly cutting off most of the oxygen supply making her thrash around, Isabella knows not to panic because she will waste her limited oxygen but remembering that he said he doesn't want her around makes her fear that he is really going to kill her and survival mode kicks in.
Seconds before Isabella is due to pass out, Finn releases his grip with a bark of a laugh while Isabella gasps sucking in the oxygen she needs. A single tear slides down her face which she angrily rubs away, she knows more than anything to never cry in front of him and luckily, he seems happy with his warning because he climbs off of the bed and leaves the room. Going into the on suite, Isabella can already see the purple marks forming around her neck but nobody would question them, they all thought she believed it and yet she self-consciously pulled her mid-length hair closer to her neck to try and cover it up until her fast werewolf healing could heal it.
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Getting on with her day as best as she could, Isabella had started tending to the horses, she was told he had to muck them out and feed them. There is a commotion outside but Isabella barely pays attention to it until it comes to feeding the horses when she realises that the carrots she had set out on the kitchen counter to bring for the horses were still there, she had completely forgotten to pick them up.
Isabella glanced out of the door of the barn to see what must have been every pack member stood on the grass verge at the back of the pack house, they were all facing away from her and yet fear still pounded through her heart as she thought about running back into the kitchen, getting the carrots then running back again. After eventually managing to build the confidence to do it, Isabella runs quicker than she ever had to get the carrots before doing the same back again... she can't help but slide down onto the floor when she gets back – it appears nobody saw her.
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Across the field stands (Just like Isabella predicted) every other member of the pack was stood around staring at the most important man in the werewolf community – The Alpha King whose name was Hunter, he was, of course, the previous King and Queen's son who was aged 28, most werewolves find their mates before the age of 25 but once Hunter hit this age they were unsure if he ever would and due to his father now unable to effectively run the werewolves he passed the position over to his only son.
It had now been three years since Hunter had been made Alpha King and he had quite the reputation, he had this because right from the start of his reign there had been many who didn't respect him as King, they didn't believe that he deserved to be King without a mate (short for soul mate). It was tradition for new King's to visit every single pack of werewolves and at first for Hunter it was simply a part of his new role but now he found it an opportunity to find his mate who he longed to find.
The moonlight pack that he was now visiting was the last on his list and he had almost given up on the thought of finding his mate, his stomach turned at the thought of his mate being rogue but he ordered every pack member to be there when he arrived and nobody in this pack of people in front of him was his mate, he shook his head at his beta and best friend Jackson sadly to tell him that she wasn't here, without a mate how was he going to create a rightly heir to the throne?
Hunter tried to answer questions and smile politely at those in the pack but his patience was growing thin with the blonde girl hanging on his arm, she had purposely worn a low-cut top to show her rather large cleavage and has about 6 inches of makeup on her face, it was never something Hunter found attractive he thought as he peeled himself from her grasp.
As he steps away from the girls it's like he steps into an alternate universe where the most amazing smell fills his nose making his jaw drop and his eyes widen, he couldn't get enough of it, it was almost intoxicating and he needed more of it, now!
Looking over at Jackson, Hunter widens his eyes further which Jackson mirrors in shock but he knows exactly what is going on. Hunter walks over to the Alpha who looks nervous as he shifts from foot to foot.
"You have horses? One of my favourite animals, do you mind if we have a look?" Hunter says posing it rather as an order than a request and despite Axel knowing that Isabella could be in there he nods in agreement, he couldn't refuse the King of all werewolves his request – he was known to kill people for less than that.
Hunter eagerly walked ahead of the pack of people following him towards the scent that he already loved so much
Could this really be his mate after all?
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