Riek’s POV

***FOUR YEARS AGO***

I woke up to the excruciating pain in between my legs, not like I had slept before but I was just unconscious. I don't know what happened to me before I lost consciousness. I rose up from the floor of our apartment in the Snow Moon Pack. I try to stand but the pain doesn't let me. What is wrong with me? I asked myself but I had no sudden answer. I tried to feel myself in between, I gasped. My fingers fell on warm liquid, here I realized what had just happened to me. I was raped.

It was an excruciating discovery. I stayed on the ground for a while, then I rose up to my feet. I was in my room in the apartment which is on the last floor. How would anyone come up to hurt me when my parents are on the ground floor, my elder sister on the second. Being the last of the two children my parents had, they gave me my place on the last.

I'm Riek Adolphus , the Gamma of Snow Moon Pack, fifteen years old. My dad is the Alpha of our pack and mom, the luna. They had been married for thirty years. My sister is the Beta of our pack, Talais, just three years older than I am.

Since I couldn't just get a clue of how this happened and who did it, I decided to walk downstairs. I will get to ask my parents, they must be in the house. Our packhouse is not like the traditional one where other members of the pack lives, we are just four here, dad, mom, Talaand I. Dad didn't want such a communal setting, he's a loner and loves so much privacy.

The pain seemed to be too great because that was my first time, I was a virgin. I didn't plan to lose it to anyone other than my mate whom I was yet to meet, the worst occurred and I lost it to someone I don't even know, not even the way he looked.

Slowly I descended with little streams of blood flowing, I placed my hand on the walls as I walked out of my room, then the railings as I descended the stairs. Something told me to get to my sister's room, no one was in, the corridor was dead silent as a graveyard. Shock ran through my spine, the air of uncertainty lurked over me. I then decided to go downstairs, sure I'll meet with my parents and get to know what happened.

"Mom! Dad!" I shouted as I descended the steps, merely out of the pains I was feeling and the anger that was fast rising in my chest as how they would let someone come up and rape me. The ground floor was as silent as the second, my eyes glanced around. My eyes caught the most horrific scene, I felt like falling down there to die but the mystery was too much. Who did this?

Mom and dad were lying lifeless on the floor, blood everywhere, it was the most gory sight I had ever experienced, something not fit for a fifteen year old like me. I rushed to the communal phone stance and dialed 411, the emergency police number. I clicked on it.

"Hello 411," I said in a panicky voice, throwing frightening glances at the lifeless bodies of my parents. "Please, your help is really needed here, 41 Main Avenue, off Park Lane. Please please."

"Can you please calm ma'am, we'd be there in a few minutes. What's the condition there?"

"The Alpha and luna are lying lifeless on the floor and I was raped, I can't find my sister still." I felt like unleashing all my life burdens on them at that moment. Tears streamed down my eyes like a flood, my voice was choky due to this. I couldn't continue with the call again, I dropped the phone and ran over to my parents, shaking them furiously. I was angry at that moment but I don't know who I was angry at, whether the murderer or fate who had cut my parents' life short and my dreams of life halfway. I continued to shake them crying, wishing as I did this they would just rise up and come back to life.

Soon I heard the sound of the police sirens from a distance, and in no distant time they had arrived in front of our apartment. I ran outside, it's here I discovered that the gate's small door was broken into. I led the police in, about five of them while two remained by the car outside.

The head of them demanded me to tell them what happened but what will I say, I didn't even know what happened to me. We started making calls, the ambulance came and my parents were taken to the morgue.

"I can't live here, can you please help me?" I asked one of the police who looked quite friendly. "I'm not saved here."

"Don't you have relatives?" He asked me.

"I have but my parents aren't close to them, the only one who visits is my aged aunt and she lives far away."

"This' serious!" He replied quite shocked. I was panting, many thoughts ran across my mind at that time, I didn't know who to call. My relatives wouldn't even mind me because dad wasn't cordial with them, it dawned on me the bad effects of staying alone, not having friends and communicating with people.

"But you're the Gamma, you have to take revenge!" My wolf said in response. It dropped on me like a two-edged sword piercing through my heart. Who will I take revenge on when I don't even know the person that did this, if it's an individual or more. "You have to!" It repeated again. This' serious. My wolf continued as the ambulance took my parents away, the police went away as well with the evidence. I was left all alone. The whole world turned it back on me. I stood at the entrance of my family house crying.

Riek’s POV

From that day, my life changed. Till today I don't know the whereabouts of my sister, if she was kidnapped or murdered. It's just a mystery to me. I'm a survivor of this fateful incident but I'm glad that today, that pregnancy I held is now evident in a young boy, my little, vibrant, five year old son, Fridolf. There's this hidden reason behind his name which many do not know except those who knew of my ordeal, from my pack. I have this hope that though I'm living in darkness now, one day the sun will shine.

After my parents' death, I couldn't return to live at the apartment. I left without getting anything that same day to my uncle's house which is closest, I never hoped to seek refuge one day with his family but circumstances forced me. I thought that if I picked anything from my parents' house while leaving, that thing would continue to haunt me. Each time I set my eyes on it, I'll remember the horrific incident that happened which I want to let go of as soon as possible. Rather than thinking about this, my heart is burning for revenge. I'd never let the culprit go if I can discover who he is. It's now all on my shoulders, the police after they left didn't do anything till now, probably because there's no evidence, no one lived around and there was no CCTV camera installed in the house. For five years now, each time, I close my eyes to sleep and in my dreams, I'd often see mom and dad telling me to avenge their death, there was a time I screamed at them to stop disturbing me but they said they wouldn't until I did the needful.

"What do you expect me to do?" I asked them. "How do I get to know the person that did this horrible thing?"

"Don't worry you will in the near future," mom replied.

"Then when you find that person, do not let anything hinder you from taking revenge." Dad concluded. I think right after this encounter, they didn't come so often. That marked the end of staying in my uncle's house, so I packed out to the apartment the pack offered me. I could now get to live alone and raise my kid, he's so much of a loving child and the one who brings me Fridolf in the midst of my darkness.

My phone rings.

"Hello!" The voice on the other end comes on. It's the voice of Fridolf's class teacher. I guess what she wants to say already.

"Hello," I reply in a casual tone.

"School is over, you can now come and pick your son."

"Okay." I end the call with a sigh. I'm not even done with the cleaning I'm doing. Since I left my uncle's home, I took menial jobs in homes to feed, clothe and pay for my son's school fees. I look at the clock on the floor, it's 1 PM, the exact time my son's school closes. I have only a little to mob and I'll be done, it's better to finish up at once so after picking him up at school, I'll return home at once with him rather than coming back to continue the work. I don't need to worry, the school authorities actually provide for the care and safety of children whose parents do not come early to pick them up.

I finished at around fifteen minutes past one and hurriedly went to report to my employers. I got my eighty dollars payment, I thanked them and rushed to my son's school. Most kids are gone now, he runs towards me as he sees me from a distance. I take him into my arms.

"You're a good boy, glad you waited for mommy."

"Yes mom, I had to but I prayed you would come faster." I wanted to comment on this, but he's already up with another story, my son is just a great talkative sometimes and I love him that way though. "Mom mom," he says excitedly in a sing-song manner.

"Yes!"

"My friends and teacher really admire you."

"Really?"

"Yes," he replies with a childish nod.

"Ohhh!" I blush.

"They say you're so young and cute."

"Woww, thanks. If they said this to me, I'll tell them thanks."

"Yeah, but mom I have a question." As he says this, my heart begins to pump faster. Oh my goodness, I just wish something would distract him from asking the question he wishes to.

"Hmmm," I sigh heavily. "What's it you wish to ask?"

"Who's daddy?" These two words fall like a heavy piece of load, shattering my head to pieces. I can't answer this when I don't even know the man that got me pregnant with him, I mean I don't even know whether he's old or young, from my pack or not. I feel like my mind is being taken back to that day of the horrible incident, I wonder what prompts this question in my son today. Today, he seems more firm in his approach and determined to know than ever.

"I..I...Can we talk about this later?" I finally forced it out of my mouth.

"No mom," he protests. "I need to know. My mates often ask me who my daddy is and I don't know what to tell them." Tears begin to stream down from my eyes. The ordeal is more than what a five year old can bear, I can't be pressured into telling him, it might cause a life-long depression and I don't want my kid to grow up being sad. If I don't give him an answer, he would be curious and anxious as well, this might still lead to depression. I decide to form any story that might make sense. Thoughts start to fly in, dad is a soldier, he's working overseas, he works in the day and only has a chance to come home at night when you are asleep, don't worry one day you'll see him.

Riek’s POV

I'm about to say which is most suitable out when a Bentley pulls up in front of me, panic runs across my veins. I sense danger but Fridolf doesn't seem to realize what's going on. He's still persisting with me to answer his questions. Two masked men come out, each with a handgun. I want to scream, I look around no one in sight, I now regret taking a lonely road. I want to run back with Fridolf in my arms but they would shoot me, even if they don't, I wouldn't be faster than them. Though a gamma, I'm not a good athlete but a good wrestler. I learned defense skills from the age of three but they are useless now, as I stand before two armed, masked men who are ready to shoot if I make any movement.

One of them reaches out for Fridolf and takes him along. At this point I thought they were child kidnappers, not until the second taped my mouth and dragged me into the back of the car. I realize they are actually two men already sitting in front, also masked and armed. Immediately I was pulled into the car, the door shut and they zoomed off.

Inside the car, I cry the tears I've never cried before. Why should all these be happening to me? My son's question just took my mind back to the horrible incident that occurred five years ago, now another is happening right now. I shake, trying to free myself from the man's grip whose arms are already bounding me.

"Will you be still?" He thunders, I shake in fear. I would want to ask where he is taking me to, who they are but my mouth is taped. "Mommy, mommy!" Fridolf cries, the other man quickly covers his mouth with his palms to prevent him from crying to the hearing of passersby.

The hours spent inside the car seem like forever, it's getting dark. I remember I left my son's school at around 1:30 PM, or to be more accurate, a few minutes to two. With the already dark atmosphere, it must be around seven or getting to eight in the evening. I wonder where these men are taking me to, the drive consuming many hours signifies that I'm being taken to another pack because no location within the Snow Moon Pack would take more than three hours, though it's a very large pack, it wouldn't take more than these.

After some time I don't know exactly how many hours it is, we arrive before a giant gate, the driver honks and the gate opens. Were they already waiting for us? Then I realized that the men might have been communicating with them through texts, they were fiddling with their phones. They drive into the compound, dimly lit with golden lights at strategic points. The tape is removed from my mouth.

"You can shout now." The man that taped me mocks. Their masks are removed, knowing there is no use now, what will I do with them now, instead I'm crying for my son as he's taken to a different direction by one of the gang.

"I don't want to lose him! I don't wanna lose him!" I scream, crying my voice out of my throat.

"There's no escape for you now," he hisses. "We are taking you to our master."

Which master is he talking about? I feel goosebumps come up all over my body. When he sees that I can no longer walk down the stairs on my own, as my legs are shaking he carries me in his arms. We descend the stairs which are just so dark, I get scared that I would be killed or held hostage here. I can't even see through but marvel at how he and the two men walking after him are able to navigate their way through this tunnel.

The door opens, I nearly gasp at the extravagant, beautifully lighted and glamorous room which is very massive, a big sized bed covered with a golden cover and a golden chandelier which emanates golden rays on the room. Suddenly a strong scent hits me, the scent of peach, passionfruit and raspberries mixed together. The scent fills my nose and overwhelms me. I hope it's not what I'm thinking? I say inside me. I feel my wolf howl in what I would describe as excitement and sorrows.

"What's it?" I ask my wolf, it goes mute and refuses to say even a word.

The small door by the side opens, a tall, muscular and handsome man emerges from the inner room. The scent becomes more powerful taking the whole of me. The word 'mate' rings in my mind. It repeats the second time and the third. The reality I'd been trying to avoid hits me so hard in the face, it's impossible to deny now.

"Do I have to meet my mate under this circumstance?" I cry to my wolf but she doesn't say anything, my tension increases. The man raises his hand and gestures to the men to go. They drop me on the floor and walk away, closing the door behind me. Fear rises to its peak in my chest as I'm left alone with this man, his frightening aura surrounding me. I begin to shake in great terror as he walks with the aura of death towards me, as he walks up, I feel like the demon himself is walking towards me. I keep my face bowed as I sit on the ground, not being able to look at his face.

His hand raises my head rudely. "Look at my eyes!" He growls. Reluctantly I stare into his eyes with shaky eyes, I squeak as his charming blue eyes pierce on me and into my skin. "You're my mate and I had to send my men to get you here!" He says coldly, no element of emotion, neither hate or interest in his tone but then his countenance changes. Interest sets into his eyes as he caresses my face with his fingers.