The Alpha’s Mute Mate
Episode 25

BROOKE

The food they served was lovely; there was so much of it.

I sat between my father and Daisy.

Food was finished, but there was no sign of Rex or Hudson anywhere.

I walked back to my room alone. I wanted to carry on with the sketch I started to draw earlier when Hudson was linking someone.

I grabbed my pen and notebook and wandered to the table to start sketching.

For what felt like hours, no one came to the room to see me, not even Daisy.

Suddenly there was a roar coming from downstairs in the house. “YOU DID WHAT?” shouted a man, who was clearly angry at someone.

Leaving my sketch on the table, I opened the door to head down the stairs. But I stopped on the corner and looked around to see what was happening. There was a crowd of people at the bottom of the stairs.

I noticed Daisy crying on the steps with her head in her hands. The sight before me was Rex being held by Alpha Marcus by his throat. “I’m Sorry Alpha, it was before Dais……” he says, struggling to breathe. I was about to take a step out onto the stairs when Alpha Marcus turned his head and faced Hudson, who had his head hanged low. “AND YOU, YOU SLEPT WITH THE HUMAN. YOU FELL FOR A HUMAN THAT WASN’T YOUR MATE,” he roared.

My heart breaks.

“He fell for someone else,” I said to Willow.

Willow was listening in on the shouting but didn’t say anything. I leaned against the wall but made sure no one saw me.

“I know, but I fell for her,” Hudson said. “I was going to make her my mate.”

There was a growl.

“I didn’t think I would see her again, but she had news about Madison,” he says through gritted teeth. “We needed to know.”

I looked through the mirror opposite me, which was at the top of the stairs. It was quiet for a moment, but someone got slapped. Daisy had slapped Rex hard across the face; that would leave a mark, I thought.

“Don’t you dare come anywhere near me?” she snarled, anger sweeping through her. “And you,” she turned to Hudson, “You have Brooke now; you supposed to love her, not some human girl from another pack.”

“She was not some human girl, Daisy; I loved her,” he says. “I wanted to be with her, but I had to come back here to help rescue Brooke; if I didn’t know Brooke was my mate, I would have made her my Luna.”

Daisy looks at him, shocked, but anger sweeps in.

“What you don’t have feelings for Brooke now, is that what you are trying to say?” she says with a growl escaping through her lips.

“I don’t know, I don’t know her, and it is hard to get to know her because she can’t talk,” he says.

I moved around the corner away from the mirror just in time as I could sense his eyes looking towards the stairs.

A tear slides down my face as realization sets into my mind.

He won’t accept me.

He loves someone else.

I’m broken. I have no voice, and I have loads of scars. Who would want me?

More tears escaped my eyes; I moved slightly so I could look up at the mirror on the wall in front of me and catch myself.

Why would he want me?

He could have another human, the one he loves so much.

I don’t want to be here anymore.

I ran quietly back to my room, closing the door behind me. I looked around the room. This is not even my room; nothing is mine.

I could feel Willow stir inside me, and I moved to the mirror in front of the wardrobe, my face showing signs of tear stains on my cheeks.

My one eye turns black; I know Willow is coming closer to the surface.

“I’m sorry, Brooke, I thought our mate would want us,” she said softly.

I could feel her pain.

“What do we do now?” I asked. “I don’t want to stay here, not when Hudson loves another person.”

Willow looks back without hesitation. “We will leave tonight.”

I looked back with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We will leave tonight,” she said. “No one will know. I will make sure to mask our scent. Pack a bag. But play dumb when someone comes in.”

I nodded; I needed to get out of here.

I looked in the wardrobe; a black rucksack was on the floor next to some shoes.

I placed some clothes and a few essentials into the bag; I left the bag by the wardrobe door.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

I ran to the bathroom to freshen up to hide the fact I was crying just before the door opened.

“Brooke,” called out Daisy. I could feel her anger and sadness sweeping into the room.

I washed my face and headed back to the door, and Daisy stood by the notebook I was sketching in, looking at the sketch I was drawing.

She sensed me in the room and looked up, her eyes glassy and tears still rimmed to the surface. “You heard everything, didn’t you?”

I looked back at her but moved to the bed to sit.

She moved the chair to sit.

She looked at me.

“I’m sorry you heard that,” she said, looking at her hands. “Rex slept with her too. They had a child together, but the child was put up for adoption.” I couldn’t help but notice a tear escaping down her cheek. My heart aches for her.

“Hudson is a moron, the girl; he isn’t in love with her. He loves…” but she stops short when she looks at me.

I’ was shaking my head violently, don’t say it. I didn’t want to hear anything when it came to Hudson.

I don’t want to hear it.

I closed my eyes and let Willow through.

She had heard enough.

“I’m sorry that your mate hurt you in the worst possible way, but we don’t want mate,” says Willow with a hiss.

Daisy looked up at us, stunned. “Why? You are a shifter; you need your mate,” she says, but Willow laughed. “I’m no shifter, that you know, and we don’t need a mate. Our mate hurt us, he doesn’t want us, and he wants that other human.”

“Willow, you didn’t hear it all. Hudson wants…..” Daisy says, but Willow shakes her head. “He broke Brooke’s heart. We want to be left alone now.”

Willow moves off the bed, stands right in front of the window, and waits for Daisy to leave.

We could see Daisy’s reflection in the window; she is hurting but also dealing with what Rex has done to her. She sighed and turned to leave. “I am sorry, Brooke and Willow; I never thought my brother was such a d**k.”

She walked toward the door and went through, closing the door behind her.

My eyes were glued to the window, and I could see Austin with a girl who was carrying a baby at her side. She looked up and saw me, and she smiled. “That’s her,” Willow says in a hushed voice; I could feel her pain running through me.

I didn’t smile back at her and turned around to sit at the table. I started to write. I know we’re leaving later, so I want to leave a note for my father. I don’t want him to think I don’t want anything to do with him. I do, but this is not my home.

How could I stay here when someone who is supposed to be my mate wants someone else?

After a little while, I went to lie on the bed, and I needed to be alone.

I fell asleep a while after without realizing it. It must have been due to my crying and the silent tears afterward when I was on my own.