13. The Encounter

Alex's POV

Pure fear was the only thing I felt when I stepped into that room with my father behind the desk. I didn't want Ash hurt, so I dropped his hand instantly.

"So you tried to fight your beta, eh?" my dumb father asked, his voice harsh.

"Why are you here? Also, he made it very clear that he wasn't my beta anymore," I responded angrily

His disgusting smirk was making me slightly sick.

"Huh, you've changed. Who's this?" he questioned, gesturing towards Ashton.

"My mate."

His face twisted in contained anger. I had a feeling that he would go ballistic if we were ever alone.

"You're mated... To a boy?" His hardened voice was calm, just like the atmosphere right before a tornado.

"Yep."

"Come with me, boy!"

I tried my best to resist his command, but he dragged me outside of the room and into another. The next thing I knew, a fist was thrown at the side of my face, catching me off guard. I was thrown to the floor at the impact, my vision slightly blurred.

"You dare defy me, dumb pup!" he whisper shouted. I couldn't contain the growl that ripped out of my throat. I was still an Alpha, I did not want to be called puppy.

He flashed his teeth, his eyes turning red with anger. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!

"Feisty of you. Too bad you won't even be able to move when I'm done with you."

I felt a steel tipped boot lodge itself into my right side, earning a groan out of my mouth. It reconnected, this time with my nose which broke instantly.

I curled into a ball to protect my front side from the onslaught, eyes shut tightly from the pain.

Eventually the kicks stopped. I tried to uncurl myself, but made a huge mistake because his foot was so well timed I took a hard hit to the ribs. A loud crack resonated through the room, followed by my yelp of pain. I tried to stand, but collapsed onto the ground.

His evil laughs brought strength to my bones, so I hauled myself off of the ground. I leant most of my weight on to the wall, my hand over my ribs. My shirt was wet and slightly sticky with what I assume was blood. I staggered towards the door, limping slightly from the wound on my leg. I hope that Ash is in control of his thirst right now, otherwise he might reveal himself.

I managed to stumble back to my- wait, he doesn't really act like my father anymore... That little bitch's office.

Once I finally reached the door, I forced it open to a shocked Winston and an absolutely pissed Ashton. I leant into the door frame for support, feeling quite lightheaded from the blood loss. Ash's eyes flashed bright red. Even I knew what that meant.

Don't. I mouthed before I lost consciousness, my now limp body sliding to the ground.

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Brief note before we continue, I hate this just as much as you. My poor, poor children! *cries* Also, the violence is over!

Ash's POV

He sank to the floor, taking my heart and sanity with him. Should I take him to the nurse as fast as I possibly could, or do I risk his life to destroy his father. I mean, I'm sure his dad would taste bitter, but it would be avenging my whole coven as well.

Eh, I could do that later, Alex was way too important. I lifted him bridal style, deciding at the last moment that he was supernatural and I probably shouldn't bring him to a human nurse. I dragged him to my coven, hoping and praying for them to accept him. One of the nurses smelt blood and ran out to me, taking him into her arms and bringing him into the infirmary.

She wrapped his wounds with bandages before setting him onto a bed. She kicked me out before running x-rays, her face grave when she got the results.

"He has two broken ribs and a sprained ankle. It'll take him about 2 weeks to heal the ribs, probably less for the ankle. He probably shouldn't be completely alone, but you should take him home."

"Uh... He doesn't exactly have one."

The girl looked at me strangely. "Well then, go ask Kailey!"

I all but sprinted out of the room, searching for the leader of the coven. Eventually I found her sitting in her office looking thoughtful.

"Kailey?" I asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt something.

"What do you need, Ashton?" she whispered without opening her eyes.

"My soulmate got injured and he doesn't exactly have a home... Can he stay here?"

"Bring him to your tent."

U smiled, even though she couldn't see it, and walked out of room. Upon my entry, Alex was still out cold, his expression stuck in the immense amount of pain he was in.

I lifted him again, aggrieved this time when his head rolled backwards slightly. I brought him to my tent, setting him down on the small sleeping bag in the corner.

Now, to go back for his father. I kicked down the door to his office, my eyes probably flaring red, but he wasn't there. It's probably for the better, I would have ended up revealing myself.

I stomped back into camp like a child throwing a tantrum, only calming when I entered the tent. His face looked more peaceful, with lips slightly parted and soft snores escaping them.

I sat on the ground next to him, wanting to be there when he woke up. I loved the boy so much. I grabbed his hand, enjoying the soft, warm feeling of it in mine.

It was well into the night when he stirred, his eyes opening. The only problem was that they seemed to hold a lot more power. Their usually emerald gaze had become much more intense, drawing me in. They settled back into their original form when he sat up, groaning out a nearly silent, "what happened?"

"Your father... Uh..." was all I could respond.

"Oh." His voice was weaker than before. "Where are we?"

"My new coven's camp."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"They're peaceful towards your kind."

He smiled a tiny bit, leaving me dazzled. The world around us had faded and it was just me and him. His arms wrapped around me, melting my heart. He was hugging me!

"Thank you for saving me," his voice, sweet as honey, told me.

This boy does things to me. Every time he moves, I had to watch him. Every second of the day, he was in my mind. Whenever he looked at me, his eyes were the only thing I could see. Even with just his voice, he could bring wonders into my mind. I had to wonder what he would be like when we got closer. I had to get closer, just one taste, one touch, and I was addicted to him. He was worse than nicotine.