The Gift chronicles

Chapter 9

Book 1 Chapter 9

I woke up sleeping better than I had my whole life. I would never admit that to Alpha Douchebag

though.

Speaking of His Royal Assheadness, he was still fast asleep, and still had his heavy ass arms wrapped

around me.

Not giving a shit if he woke up or not, I untangled myself and got up to go piss.

"It's weird being on the receiving end of this," his deep, husky voice resonated throughout the room.

Annoyed, I turned around from the bathroom to look at him with confusion. "You know, sneaking out of

someone's bed."

My wolf stirred inside me for the first time since she saw her mate. She was incredibly submissive to

me, and tried to stay at bay most times. She was pissed he was bringing up sexual relations with other

females.

Not letting him see how bothered I was, I smiled and nodded in agreement. He growled loudly and

snarled, "Just because I joke about that doesn't mean you can. You are a virgin, right?"

I just continued to smile and shrugged at him, knowing it would infuriate him.

Even though I expected him to get mad, I didn't anticipate him leaping out of the bed and grabbing me

by the throat.

Usually, I would never let him get the jump on me, but I had just woken up and wasn't expecting it.

Holding me by the throat, picked me up and shoved by back into the wall. I could smell the blood

coming out of the back of my head where it slammed into the wall.

I summoned a knife and held it against his throat as he still had his hand wrapped around mine.

I am no defenseless she—wolf he can manipulate and abuse into submission. I was certainly not about

to cower in fear from this male.

I barred my teeth at him, openly challenging him.

His grip on my neck tightened, and I shoved the blade further into his neck, going so far as to draw

blood.

This went on for what felt like hours, until he released my throat and slapped the knife out of my hand.

To my surprise, he left the room. Fuck yeah. Violence really does solve all problems, not words.

I finally went to the bathroom, and put on my cloak and cloth mask over the bottom half of my face.

Alpha Cain wasn't back when I got out of the bathroom, so I decided to just leave the room and maybe

I'd get lucky and could just walk out of the front doors.

I stepped out of his room, and went down all 4 flights of stairs without seeing a single soul.

I even walked through the living room, and could see the door. I started walking quickly towards it, until

an unfamiliar voice said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I didn't turn back to see the source, and just kept walking towards the door. This was too good to be

true.

I reached out for the handle, and when my hand made contact with it, it felt like it got a third degree

burn.

I hissed, grabbing my hand. Sure enough, my hand was blackened, and the smell of burning flesh filled

the air.

"Cain was right. You really have to do everything the hard way don't you?" I turned around, and saw the

person who had driven us here last night.

Now seeing him in daylight, I could focus more on his features. He was tall, muscular, and had a head

full of blond curls. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Not really knowing what else to do, I defaulted to my favorite way to deal with new people. Obviously, I

summoned a knife and held it in front of me in a threatening position.

Surprisingly, instead of looking terrified, the male laughed loudly. "He also said you would do that."

I scowled, and wound my arm back, ready to throw the knife directly in between his eyes.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm the Delta." He said proudly, puffing his chest out slightly.

I gave him a look to say, who the fuck cares?

"Look, we don't have to do this the hard way. Please just go easy on me, okay? Alpha Cain made me

your personal guard to make sure you didn't run or hurt yourself. He'd kill me if anything went wrong,

which would really suck for my mate, who by the way, is pregnant." He held his hands up in surrender.

Goddamn, I hate the soft spot I have for pups, born or unborn. Just to fuck with him, I threw the knife

slightly to the left of his head, so it just missed him by a hair.

"Nice aim. You must be pretty good at wielding weapons if your Gift is to summon them. Can you

summon other stuff? It's cool you used to be a Gamma, you must have been really good at other

fighting stuff too." He babbled on, much too enthusiastic for someone who almost got impaled with a

dagger.

I stared at him blankly.

"Oh sorry, I never said my name. I'm Carter. I'm just a little nervous because the pack was warned to

tread lightly if they were to ever meet you. You know, cause of your tendency to threaten people with

weapons and all."

If I'm being honest, I'm glad that the pack members will probably be too scared to approach me. It will

make leaving the territory a lot easier.

I still stared at him blankly, not changing my facial expression.

He facepalmed. "Oh my god, I'm such an idiot. I totally forgot you can't talk. I'll go get you a pen and

paper so we can talk!"

I rolled my eyes. Talking was the last thing I wanted to do right now, but I had to say something so he

would leave me alone for the rest of the day and I could escape.

A few moments later, he returned with a pad of paper and a pen. He handed me the writing utensils,

and stared at me expectantly.

I sighed, and wrote: Where is Alpha Cain?

"He had to go do some Alpha stuff. He told me you're welcome to do whatever you want here as long

as you don't leave the Pack House or hurt yourself." How hypocritical of him to tell Carter that, when he

had just this morning given me a bloody head.

I nodded, and handed back the pen and paper. "Wait!" Carter cried out. "I want to ask you some

questions to get to know you. After all, you're the Luna and I'm also your personal guard so we will

probably be together most of the day."

Gritting my teeth, I nodded once. I only planned on answering a few questions, and then pretending to

want to go upstairs to nap.

"Is your real name Ares? I'm just asking because that's kind of funny that one of the most powerful

Gammas is named after the God of War." I nodded once.

"Can you only summon knives?" I nodded once, even though it was a lie. The weaker they thought my

gift was, the easier it would be to evade them.

"Is it true that you've been a Gamma since you were 13?" I nodded once again, although he was

getting dangerously close to crossing the line on what I was willing to answer.

"Why do you wear the cloak and mask?" I stared at him for a couple of seconds, and he squirmed

uncomfortably under my intense gaze. "You don't have to answer, I was just curious."

Figuring it would be easier to just show him, and knowing he wouldn't press me anymore for the day, I

slowly pulled down my mask and took the hood off my head.

He gasped, and I couldn't tell if it was in shock, horror, disgust, or a combination of all three.

My facial damages included my scarred eye, random scars all over my face, and I made sure to angle

my half—ear so he could see it.

"You... I..." He was at a loss for words. I nodded once, knowing there were no words for what he was

feeling. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

I wrote on the paper: It's fine. I'm going to go shower and take a nap, so I would appreciate being left

alone for the day.

He nodded quickly, eager to please me after seeing my marks. This is why I cover them up. I hate the

looks of pity. My scars aren't because I'm weak. They're proof that I'm too strong.

"Let me know if you want me to make you food or something. The Alpha told me to make sure to get

you anything you want." He said, and my heart clenched momentarily. Carter was really nice; I hoped

he wouldn't get too punished when I escape.

I nodded, and retreated back upstairs into Alpha Cain's room. Knowing I was running on borrowed time

and it wouldn't be long until Alpha Cain or Carter came to check on me, I worked quickly.

I looked around the room for something I could use to fashion a rope out of, but found nothing.

So, I summoned 10 whips. I worked quickly to tie them together, so it would form a rope that I could

use to climb from the window from.

I thought the Alpha would have locked the windows shut or glued them, but they opened without the

slightest resistance. I suppose he didn't think I would be ballsy enough to jump down from the 4th floor,

but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I tied one end of the whip—rope around the bed and knotted it, then put the other end of the rope out of

the window.

I looked out of the window, admiring my handiwork. The rope almost reached the ground.

I held on to the rope and climbed out of the window, being sure to do so quietly so Carter couldn't hear

me scaling the side of the house.

I was extremely thankful for all of the working out I had done over the last almost two decades ,

because climbing down a rope was not for the weak.

Finally, when I was about 5 feet off the ground, I let go of the rope, landing on my feet.

For being one of the most fearsome Alphas in history, Alpha Cain sure made escaping easy.

I chuckled to myself, and began sprinting into the woods.

Hello, freedom. Goodbye, mate.