My Long Lost Mate

I woke up feeling sore on my neck after falling asleep on an uncomfortable chair for a night. I didn't even realize I was drifting off to sleep while staring at my mate. I opened my eyes and the first thing that I saw was the goddess-like mate of mine, staring right at me. So this was how it felt to see my mate first thing in the morning. I could get used to this.

I swear I could hear my heart beats a little faster than it usually did after I saw her and I didn't hate it at all. Every morning from now on will be a wonderful one if I got to see this sight every time I wake up.

"Good morning," I said while smiling at my mate. She didn't say anything but only stare at me with her two gorgeous eyes, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Luke, and you are?"

Still, silence. I stared back at her and I could say that we looked like we are in the middle of a staring contest. Not that I'm complaining, I could do this forever but I wanted to know the name of my mate who I have always long for. I wonder what kind of name will fit her beauty?

"Violet," she said with a tiny voice that sounded like music to my ears. It is indeed a beautiful name.

My wolf started to stir inside me, clearly happy to know the name of the woman who we adore so much. I have only met her for less than a day and I already felt like I was the happiest man alive. I couldn't imagine how happy I will be to spend the rest of my life with her. It will be a very blessed life.

"Violet," I repeated, her name rolled just right from my mouth and I smiled, happy that I now know the name of my mate. "How are you feeling?" I asked, worried about her condition but it was another silence that came after my question.

She looked like she was thinking about what kind of answer should she say to my question or whether she should answer the query, "Not very well," she finally answered, still staring at me.

"I will ask my most trusted doctor to check up on you every day, so don't worry, you will be fine," I ȧssured her, "You must be hungry."

I mind-linked my chef to bring her breakfast to the room, not forgetting to ask him for the best quality of food for her to eat. Right after I contacted him, Andrew's voice was heard in my mind, "Alpha, there's another rogues attack in our territory."

I let out a heavy sigh after hearing what he said. Those fuċkɨnġ rogues. I just wanted to spend time with my mate, why couldn't they let a man do that?

"I'm sorry, but I have some urgent matters to attend to. Will you be okay by yourself?" I inquired, though I was unwilling to leave her alone in the room. It will be better if I could stay longer.

She nodded at me, so I reluctantly stood up to leave the room. Before leaving the room, I heard my mate said, "Thank you for helping me yesterday."

I couldn't help but have a smile spread widely on my face, "Anytime." I can do anything to help you for the rest of my life, Violet, I thought in my mind.

...

After the man left the room, I took this time to admire the room I was in. It was very big and opulently decorated but not too excessively done. The bed I was lying at was also very posh looking, with an elaborate mahogany headboard stuck to the wall behind it.

The wall was painted with the color of soft gold, and a few pendant lights throughout the room exude an elegant ambiance around this place. The window beside my bedside table showed only a view of an empty green field. The way this room was decorated showed that it belonged to someone who was very luxurious.

My dad was a successful businessman who had a lot of money and power but my room from back in the days could never compare to this one. Even the bathroom was bigger than my old room. I wonder how big this place actually was.

One thing that caught my eyes in this room was the portrait of a woman that was hanging on the wall. She had her blonde hair up in a tight bun and looked very sophisticated. She held her chin up and her blue eyes were fixed at the window beside my bed. I was mesmerized by her beauty. I continued to stare at her for a couple of minutes and was startled when I saw her eyes moved towards me. It was staring back at me.

My breath hitched after seeing her eyes fixed on me and not on the window beside me. I rubbed both of my eyes and looked back at the portrait but now her eyes were fixed back at the window. I exhaled the breath I was holding before, feeling relieved that it was only my imagination. Maybe I was still too tired after all the things that happened yesterday.

I felt weird being in a place I'm not familiar with, but on second thought, it was better for me to stay in a place I was unfamiliar with rather than the one I was accustomed to. I wandered around the room and stopped when I saw my reflection on the mirror of the dressing table. I finally realized I was wearing a different dress from yesterday and my body was cleansed of the dirt that was stuck on me after days of not bathing. The ragged dress that I previously wore was replaced by a dress of high-quality material, it was soft to the skin and rather comfortable despite how elegantly decorated it is.

Though my dad had a lot of money, he never spent it on me and also never gave me beautiful dresses women my age used to wear. When other women wear colorful dresses that were adorned with elegant laces and patterns, what I was used to wearing was a dull and rough dress, sometimes torn. It seems that the man who helped me yesterday was one of those rich aristocrats looking at the place I was in, and the dress that I was wearing.

I shifted my attention from my reflection on the mirror to the door when someone knocked on it, "Excuse me, miss. My name is Bob, and I'm the head chef of this house. I am here to bring breakfast to you by the order of Master Luke," said the man just outside the room, "May I come in?"

"Uhh, yes," I said, unsure of my answer. The man walked in, bowed to me, then proceed to put the tray of food he was holding on one of the tables that were in the room.

"Please enjoy," he said, "I will come back and collect the plates later. Do you have anything you need, miss?"

"Do you... have any spare clothes?" I asked him in a small voice, not sure whether I could ask him for such things, "Can I take a bath here?"

I ȧssumed someone cleaned my body, but I wanted a bath because I still felt dirty. Dirt and dried blood clung to my body for days without being able to be cleansed, it must have been hard for anyone who helped me to take those off from my body. I wanted to make sure all parts of my body is now cleansed off them.

"Of course, miss. I will send someone to bring you the clothes and prepare the bath for you," he said while bowing his head down again.

"Thank you," I thanked him, receiving a nod as a reply before he left the room.

I didn't feel hungry before, but after looking at the food in front of me, the hunger that I have been holding for two days started to resurface causing my stomach to growl loudly. So I sat down and started to dig in.

As I ate, I couldn't help but think about where I should go after this. I was rather lucky to encounter someone who was kind enough to lend me their room for the night but I can't stay here forever. I didn't really have anywhere to go but I also didn't want to go back to my dad's house. Right! What will happen to Anna?

She was caught helping me escape the house yesterday. She is going to get killed! I need to help her, but how? I couldn't possibly go back there or else all the efforts that I did yesterday will go to waste. What should I do? Should I ask for help from Sir Luke? But I didn't know him. I couldn't trust just anyone even if he helped me yesterday. I didn't know if he has any certain motive for helping me out yesterday.

I kept searching for someone in my head who could possibly help me out but no one crossed my mind. I didn't really have any friends because I was practically locked up inside the house since I was eight. Yesterday night was the first time I have stepped out of the house after being locked up for nine years straight.

"Thank you for bringing me the spare clothes but you don't have to prepare the bath for me. I can do it myself," I said, uncomfortable with the service she provided me.

The girl glanced at me but kept on doing what she was doing before, "It's my job to do so," she said while smiling at me. Hearing how she insisted on doing her job, I simply nodded and let her do what she wanted to do.

After she left the room, I went to the bathroom and slipped out of my dress. I let my body fall to the bathtub, making the water rise against me. I felt my body relaxed after soaking in the hot water, the fatigue that I had in my body slowly drift out of me.

Feeling a little drowsy after the relaxing bath, I decided to sleep again on the bouncy and comfy bed. My consciousness soon ebbed, and my mind went into a free fall, swirled by the bits of memories that I had.

"Violet, let me introduce her to you. She is Fiona, and she will be your mother from now on," I heard my dad said to me with a stern voice.

"Hi, sweetie," a woman with long dark hair said to me with a smile.

I was still feeling sad after the loss of my mom and clearly was not in the mood for someone new in my life so I just ignored her. My dad, unhappy with how I acted started to shout,

"Why didn't you answer her? You insolent child!" He slapped me. He slapped me so hard that it made me stumble backward. I was so shocked that my dad hit me for the first time in my life. I looked at him with a look of disbelief,

"Why did you slapped me?" I asked, dumbfounded by what just happened.

"Because you didn't respect your mother!" He replied with an angry voice. He slapped me because I ignored a stranger who he brought all of a sudden, saying that she will be my mom when she is not? How could he be on her side and not mine? I was his daughter first before she is his new wife!

"She is not my mother!! My mom is Emily and not her! I will never accept her as my mother!!" I retorted with a voice as loud as my dad's.

"Yes, and she is dead! And you know why she is dead? It's because of you!" He replied, slapping me for the second time with a bigger force than before. The slap caused me to fall to the ground and I looked up at him with tears blurring my vision. That's when I saw it. I saw my dad with a look I have never seen on his face before. It was a look of pure hatred and disgust.

"Darling, don't be so hard on her," Fiona said with a concerned face while touching one of his shoulders.

"She needs to be taught a lesson. I have spoiled her too much all this time," after saying that, he grabbed my wrist roughly and started dragging me towards the underground room I never knew we had. He shoved me inside making me fall hard into the floor.

"Bring me the whip," he said to the guard standing behind him.

My eyes widened and I looked at him with a baffled look. Why is he being like this? He was not the dad I used to know. It's like he was a different person. The person in front of me is no longer my dad, but a cruel and cold-hearted man.

After a couple of long hours being in the underground room, my body felt numb and I didn't have any energy left to move my body. The floor where I was lying was flooded with my blood. I didn't know humans have this much blood on them. Guess I lost most of them.

"Do you acknowledge her as your mother now?" asked my dad while pointing to the woman beside her.

"Never," I said weakly, knowing that the consequences of my word will be painful.

"S-Stop! Please stop! It hurts!" I screamed at my dad with the little energy I had left in my body. But he never stopped until all I see was darkness.

"Violet! Violet! Wake up!" I heard someone calling me, continuously shaking my body for me to wake up. I opened my eyes to find myself in someone's embrace. I looked up to see the same man who helped me escape yesterday.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a worried look evident on his face. He held me with both of his arms, making me feel oddly safe, "You were screaming in your sleep."

"I'm okay," I said while pushing my body away from him. I'm used to this kind of dream.

"Nightmares?" he asked while wiping the beads of sweat that was forming on my forehead.

I nodded at him. I glanced at the window beside my bed and noticed the sun was already missing from the sky and was replaced by the moon. That means it has been a day since I escaped from the house. I couldn't stop thinking about the thousands of bad things that could possibly happen to Anna.

Should I ask for his help? I pondered for a few minutes then decided to just ask for his help because I didn't have any other choice. I need to help her as fast as possible.

"Can you help me?" I asked him and his face immediately lit up making me question his reaction.

"Yes, I can. I can do anything for you."