Broken future I

Jenna's pov

After days of crying I'm finally back home.

Not my mother's house, I tried going to her house but she kicked me out.

She told me that I was just being paranoid that I should go back to him.

She dragged me back to the main house.

I painfully pushed her aside and ran to the place of safety.

I knocked on his door and he welcomed me with open arms.

I finally feel safe and at home.

"My sweet baby girl come here." My uncle/god father says as he hugs me and takes me inside.

"I heard you're the alpha's mate." he says and I flinch.

"What did he do?" uncle asks me.

"I'll beat his ass!" uncle says and I break out in laughter.

"You think I cant beat him Jenna?" he asks while pouting.

"It's not that uncle," I start off.

"Then what is it?" he asks while cutting me off.

"I know you can't beat him!" I say while laughing.

"I'm sorry uncle but he's an alpha but you're human!" I say to him and he just rolls his eyes.

"he raped me, I told mom and she took me to him." I said to him.

"Firstly we will kill your mate and then your mom is next." he says and I nod

he leads me to my bedroom. time to sleep.

uncle's house is far from the pack. and it's in the city.

not even mom knows where he lives since he relocated because she wanted him to mate with my sister.

At this very moment, he is the only family I have.

But what exactly is family? it's not about blood relation but the connection of the heart.

Ella wilcox once said "They say the world is round, and yet

I often think it square,

So many little hurts we get

From corners here and there.

But one great truth in life I've found,

While journeying to the West-

The only folks who really wound

Are those we love the best.

The man you thoroughly despise

Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true;

Annoyance in your heart will rise

At things mere strangers do;

But those are only passing ills;

This rule all lives will prove;

The rankling wound which aches and thrills

Is dealt by hands we love.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,

Are oft to strangers shown;

The careless mien, the frowning face,

Are given to our own.

We flatter those we scarcely know,

We please the fleeting guest,

And deal full many a thoughtless blow

To those who love us best.

Love does not grow on every tree,

Nor true hearts yearly bloom.

Alas for those who only see

This cut across a tomb!

But, soon or late, the fact grows plain

To all through sorrow's test:

The only folks who give us pain

Are those we love the best."

As of this moment I no longer have a mother.

it's a bright new day and there's a knock on uncle's door.

I open it and see it's him!

I slam the door right in his stupid face.