The Alpha's Mate

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Chapter 5

Asher’s POV:

I stormed out of the cafeteria, unable to keep cool any longer. Nothing, not even my mate, could calm me down right now.

All I wanted to do was find the bastard that hurt Liza and rip his head off.

Or maybe make him suffer.

The real me was clawing its way out and I just made it to the woods in time.

I shifted into my jet black wolf, not caring that my clothes were shredded, and then I ran.

I ran and ran until my wolf was satisfied and I was exhausted.

I dropped to the ground by a small pond and rested my head on my front paws.

What could I do? Someone hurt my mate and I didn’t help her, didn’t save her. What would happen if I wasn't there the next time she runs into danger and she ends up dying?

I shuttered at the thought.

I couldn’t stand the fact that someone hurt my mate. It wasn’t fair to her. She had a mate for a reason, it was my job to protect her and I didn’t. I failed her.

“If you want to protect her, go to her!” My wolf sneered at me.

He had a point. I couldn’t protect her if I wasn’t with her. But I didn’t trust myself enough. Every time I remembered those bruises covering her beautiful face I got angry all over again. I didn't want to risk shifting right in front of her. She'd be scared away for good if that happened.

“But she’s our mate.” My wolf wined.

I pushed him to the back of my mind, I didn’t want to think about her right now, I needed to calm down.

When I stomped into the pack house Becca ran up to me and asked why I rushed out of the cafeteria and I just told her it was Alpha business to get her off my back.

Thankfully she was satisfied with my answer and skipped away happily. I got off lucky this time.

Beep Beep Beep

My phone started going off and I checked the caller ID but it was blocked. So I pressed the talk button and raised it to my ear


“Hey Asher it’s Maddie from school.”

Who the hell is Maddie? I don’t remember talking to her.

“Do I know you?”

“No, I’m pretty new. But if you’d like to get to know me like I want to know you, we should go out sometime.”

This girl was about as forward as Louise.

“Sorry I can’t.”

“Why not?” She wined.

“Because I don’t want to.” And I have a mate I silently added.

“I saw you with Liza Johnson.” She suddenly blurted.

“And?” I asked. Why did Liza have anything to do with this?

“She’s a nobody. Don’t waist your time on her.” Maddie told me, making my blood boil.

“I will spend my time with whoever I want.” I growled through clenched teeth.

Who did she think she was? And how did she get my number?

“Fine whatever. But I’m telling you right now you’re wasting your time.”

I hung up without another word and ran outside, shifting back into my wolf. I had a feeling I’d be doing a lot more of that from now on.

Liza’s POV:

When I got home after my long walk from school all I wanted to do was flop down on my old mattress and sleep.

But no. I don't get breaks.


Because life hates me.

I cleaned, made dinner, and then slowly made my way down to my bedroom.

I went straight into my little bathroom and looked in the mirror.

I saw a blonde girl with dark bruises covering her once untouched face.

I saw long blonde hair that was dull and lifeless from years of malnutrition.

And finally, I saw grey eyes that looked empty, lost, and scared. Void of any happiness that was once dancing in them.

I wanted to go back in time to when my mom would cuddle me and my dad would watch with love and affection.

I missed them every day and I still couldn't believe they were gone. Sometimes I thought that this was all a nightmare and any minute I would wake up and everything would be okay again.

But I'd pinched myself a million times and never woke up. This hell was my real life.

Suddenly I was against a wall with a big hand around my neck.

I had been so deep in thought that I didn't notice Jason come downstairs.

“You little slut. What have I told you about flirting with Maddie’s boyfriends?” He half yelled, half slurred.

I knew it was a question he didn’t want an answer for so I stayed quiet.

I noticed that he was holding something in the hand that wasn’t around my neck, and as I focused on it I realized that is was a golf club.

Oh no.

Next thing I knew I was being thrown to the floor and beaten with the golf club.

I screamed in pain, but that seemed to only make him hit me harder.

Tomorrow I definitely wasn’t going to school.

I heard another crack and I felt a sharp pain in my side. Another broken rib.

What did I do to deserve this? No one, not even Jason, deserved this. What was it about me that made everyone hate me so much?

My questions got cut short when he hit me hard on the head and I fell into a pit of darkness.

When I woke up I was sill on the floor and my whole body ached whenever I breathed or moved. I couldn’t take much more of this.

One day Jason was going to beat me so bad that it killed me.

And if that didn't happen, I'd take matters into my own hands. I knew it was the cowardly way out but I couldn’t take much more of this. I just wanted to be with my parents.

I looked at my alarm clock to distract myself from my troubling thoughts and it read 1:30 p.m. I'd been unconscious for about fifteen hours. That was by far the longest I'd ever been out for.

Since Madison was at school and Jason was at work I had the house to myself so I could go upstairs and actually eat something, and that's exactly what I planned to do.

But first I took a shower.

I tried to avoid the mirror before I stepped into the water but I caught a glimpse of myself and stopped dead in my tracks.

I looked worse than I ever had in my whole life. My ribs were all out of place, I had black bruises covering torso, and I so skinny that it scared me. It looked like my stomach was going to cave in.

I didn't even bother looking at my face, I knew I wouldn't recognize the girl staring back at me, so I finally got into the shower and tried to pretend that my life was different.

By the time I was clean and had eaten something, there was only an hour left before school ended.

I wondered if anyone noticed that I wasn't there today. Or if Asher and Becca missed me.

But they probably didn't.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. But I had no idea who it could possibly be. Why would anyone come over during a weekday when no one would normally be home?

I guess there was only one way to find out.

I slowly opened the door to reveal the last person I expected to be here.

Asher stormed into the house without waiting for an invitation and I just stood there in shock. What was he doing here?

“Liza, why are your bruises worse?” He growled through clenched teeth, his whole body shaking in what I assumed was anger.

“Um- I- It-.” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I had nothing to say, no lie to back me up. I wasn't prepared for this.

“Don’t lie to me.” He growled and now his eyes were black and he was shaking so violently it scared me.

I took a couple steps away from him, and he must have noticed how frightened I was because he closed his eyes and took some deep breaths.

When he finally opened them again they were back to normal and he was shaking significantly less.

“Who hurt you?” He asked softly, his eyes pleading for me to tell him. To trust him.

I'd been waiting to hear those three words for years.

My lip trembled and for the first time in so long, tears started to slide down my cheeks.

Asher noticed and instantly wrapped his arms around me.

I felt better in his arms, safer. Like nothing could ever hurt me again.

“Can you come somewhere with me?” He asked when I didn't say anything.

Without hesitation I nodded. I didn't know why I trust him so much, but it felt right to.

Asher took my hand, leading me outside to his car, and when I was buckled in he walked to the drivers side, hopped in, and started driving

For most of the ride we didn’t speak, but it was a comfortable silence. I enjoyed the quiet, and just his presence alone made me feel so much better. But there was one question that was bugging me.

“How do you know where I live?”

He chuckled and shrugged. I guess some things were better left to the imagination. But once I asked that question I suddenly wanted to ask more.

“Where are we going?”

“To my house.” He easily answered, taking his eyes off the road for a second to glace over at me.

“Why?” I pressed. I didn't know why I felt the need to ask all these questions, but they eased my mind.

“So we can talk.” He told me.

He wanted me to tell him who hurt me.

What if he didn’t want to be my friend anymore after I told him about my life? I had too much baggage for any normal person to handle.

But I had no choice but to tell him. It was my only option, I had to trust someone. If I ever wanted the chance at a better life I had to let someone help me.

About twenty minuets later we were parked in front of a huge house.

Scratch that - A mansion.

My mouth hung slightly opened as I stared at the building in awe.

“You live here?” I asked when I regained the ability to talk.

He chuckled at my reaction and nodded to answer my question.

The inside of his house was just as beautiful as the outside. Which didn't surprise me.

It was decorated in sleek black, white, and grey furniture, and it looked like a billion people could live in it.

It was perfect and for a moment I let myself dream about living here with Asher. But I was snapped out of it when he asked me if I wanted anything to eat or drink. And I politely declined. I just wanted to tell him everything to get it over with.

He took my hand and led me to a large living room with two huge couches and three love seats, complete with a flat screen t.v and all that electronic junk guys liked.

He sat down on one of the couches and gently pulled me down next to him.

I didn't know exactly how I was going to tell him everything, but after a short debate in my head I decided to just say it. No beating around the bush, no build up, just the truth.

Before I chickened out, I finally said what I'd been wanting to tell someone for so long.

“Jason, the man that adopted me, beats me.”

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