A New Chance

Garsam's plan was pretty simple: she had to leave the Royal pack with her mom. The only problem was convincing her mom to leave with her. Her mom had never been outside the Royal Pack, not even for a visit to neighboring packs. Her marriage to the Alpha King was not one of love; the Alpha King's apathy towards her could not be changed even with the pull of the mate bond. Garsam had grown up hearing her mom groan and cry in pain at odd hours of the night due to the violation of the mate bond. When Garsam grew old enough, she came to know this happened whenever her father slept with another woman. An ordinary werewolf would reject her mate and start a new life, but her Queen mother stubbornly held on. The Luna Queen was born in the Royal Pack, married here, and from what she had told Garsam, she wished to be buried here. If Garsam died and disappeared, her wish wouldn't be too far off. It would take a while for Garsam to come up with a valid excuse for taking her out of the pack. If it didn't work, she could just knock her out; by the time she wakes up, it would be too late. As Garsam packed her bag, the doorbell rang. She frowned; her mom was out visiting a friend, and she wasn't expecting visitors. She left her room and went to see who it was. First, she looked through the peephole, but she couldn't see anyone. The person must either be a child or was hiding. She turned the key and opened the door. There was no child. She stepped out and looked to the side; her face darkened when she saw who it was. "What the hell are you doing here, Molly?" she asked. The girl smiled at her. Her eyes took in Garsam's outfit. Since she was home alone, Garsam had put on a baggy T-shirt and shorts that reached her knees. Her hair was messy, giving her a boy-next-door vibe. Of course, she wasn't a boy, but the girl hungrily staring at her didn't know that. "I missed you," the girl purred. Garsam scoffed in disgust. "It's not enough to sleep with the father; you want his son too? Don't disgust me." The girl Molly was the Alpha King's escort. Without her heavy seductive makeup, she looked like a simple girl. And she had been, as a matter of fact, she and Garsam had been close until two years ago; they had even briefly dated. Dressing up and acting like a boy since childhood had inevitably affected Garsam, and for some time, she had been sure she liked girls. Hence, while she dated Molly, Garsam had nurtured feelings for her. When she realized Molly wanted intimacy, something she couldn't provide, she broke it off with her. She had felt bad and had tried to make it up to her, but suddenly Molly became cold and distant, and before she knew it, Molly was her potential stepmother. She frowned in disgust as she remembered walking in on Molly and her father doing the deed in his office. That day she had literally run out and vomited at the base of a tree somewhere. After that, she knew what she felt for Molly had been nothing but misplaced feelings. Molly smiled. "You look down on me? When it's all your fault I've become like this!" She turned to face Garsam and pointed at her nose. "All I wanted was to become Luna; we were perfect together yet you threw me away!" Garsam glared at her. "I broke up with you, so you hooked up with my father. How pathetic can you be!" "Call me what you will, I'm still the one warming his bed, not your old bat of a mother." Garsam saw red. "Do.not.insult.my.mother!" "Or else what? You'll rip me to shreds? I'm not afraid of you, not anymore. Back when we were dating, I had to suck up to you and grovel at your feet for favors, and when you were done playing, you threw away your omega toy. My life was finally looking up, and you pulled it down back to the depths of hell." She smirked. "What else is a girl to do? I grabbed onto a thicker thigh and rose from the ashes. I get my life's dream, and I can make your life a living hell as a bonus." "Leave," Garsam growled. "Or I'll do something we'll both regret!" A trace of fear flickered in Molly's eyes. Her face scrunched up in a malicious scowl. "I'll make you wish you never crossed paths with me." "Go to hell," Garsam called to her departing figure. She returned into the house and shut the door with a loud bang. Her knees were cold, but her face felt hot with fury. How dare that ungrateful bitch! Garsam had been nothing but nice to her. Her family was poor omegas, so she didn't have any friends at school. Garsam had invited her into her social circle, and what did she get in return? Nothing, instead she sleeps with her dad! She tried to continue packing, but after her claws tore into another shirt, she temporarily gave it up. She wondered if Klaus had left yet. She felt depressed at the thought, distracting her from her anger; why would he stay? She didn't exactly give him a reason to. And she desperately wanted him to stay. Right now, she wanted to see him even though he might laugh at her or tease her; she really just wanted to see his face. She changed her clothes into something thicker and rushed out of the house and towards the dungeon. She barely noticed the guards, as she practically flew to his cell. Just as she reached it, she leaned over and peeped. Icy blue eyes met her own. Her heart skipped a beat, and she moved away. "I've already seen you," he drawled. Why was he still here? Why?! Didn't he know she left the door open? No wait, she should be happy he was still here; she couldn't tell him that, though. But wait, is he hearing her thoughts right now? She should test it. 'Fuck you,' she thought. "My pleasure," he replied. Garsam gasped. She leaned over again to look at him. He smirked "That was cute, childish, but cute." Garsam coughed into her muffler. "The door is not locked, you know." He nodded. "I do." She stepped out. "Then why are you still here?" "I'm waiting for you. You brought me here, so you'll take me out," his icy eyes twinkled; he was teasing her again. The reindeers stirred and woke up one after the other. Their big brown eyes looked at her in curiosity; Garsam wondered if they still remembered her. The others might not, but the red-nosed one definitely remembered her because it snorted and turned its big head away. Garsam opened the door and entered. She waved her hand. "You can come out now." Klaus held out his hand to her with a small grin. "Lead me." Garsam hesitated and took his hand. It was soft and cold, surprising her. She wondered if his whole body was just as cold. If it was, then how would his... "Where is your mind wandering?" Klaus asked. He had never met anyone so quick to dirty thoughts like her. Her cheeks flushed red, and her grip on his hand could bend iron, but she gave him an innocent look. "What do you mean?" After so long, he finally stepped out. The air was great—frigid and biting cold—just the way he liked it. He looked down and saw his little mate shiver. If she couldn't even take this degree of cold, how could she survive in his home? Sigh.