Claimed

*one*

I quickly run out in the street from the woods, cars honking at me and shouting but I ignore them. I run over to the sidewalk and keep my fast pace.

This can't happen again. Please Goddess, please I can't go through this again.

I slow down to a jog, the cold air nipping at my bare shoulders and legs. I was only wearing my brothers old shirt, shorts, but no shoes. I spot a single medium sized restaurant and shakily knock on the door.

My heart slams against my chest as I can faintly hear my name being called.

"Irina!" Tears pool in my eyes and I'm slamming my fist against the door while I'm looking over my shoulder like a maniac. "Please, please." I whisper, chocking down a sob.

I gasp as the door whips open and I'm grabbed roughly, sharp claws pressed against my neck. A man comes in front of us to close the door. I already knew I walked into the wrong part of town. "Who are you? What the fuck do you think you're doing here rouge-" He stops talking as he realizes I'm holding my baby.

I instantly wrap my arms around my love, kissing his soft hair.

The tall guy with faint red hair and brown eyes looks over my state and his hard face softens. "Shit, I'm so so sorry." The guy who has his claws pressed to my neck says as he quickly lets me go and puts his hand away. I'm still scared and I slowly back away from them, shaking.

"Oh sweetheart." He says, softly. Taking the edge off his voice.

"I-I'm sorry-I was r-running a-and h-he was getting c-closer-" A hard knock on the door has my eyes widening and I pull my sleeping baby closer to my chest. The two men look to each other and the one that had his hand to my neck  takes me in his arms and walks me to the back of the cozy restaurant that looked to be family owned.

"Here you go, kid." He tells me as he wraps his jacket around me and my son. He looks down to my feet and furrows his eyebrows.

"Hmm let me see what I can do about those, alright?" He has curly brown hair and green eyes. I slowly nod, looking out to where the door was even though it was hidden from my eyes.

I take in my breath, shaking as I pull the jacket around my baby, I had made sure to bring his quilt that I made him along with us. "Baby," I whispered, Vincent, he was only a week old. I smiled tears rolling down my face. He's been the best thing that's ever happened to me. He's my light and my everything and I'd die for him.

The red head comes back and smiles at me, "Hey sweetheart, everything's alright that was just my Alpha. He'll be in any second, he's talking with the gamma, Alfonso." I slowly nod, scared to look him in the eye.

"I'm Abel, and you?" He knew a lot of people. Who knows if this guy knows him, I can't risk my baby being in danger.

He seems to understand and takes a seat across from me. "You look very young to be a mother, how old are you sweetheart?" He asked softly and I bite my lip, sucking on it. "N-nineteen." I tell him and he frowns a little. "Your parents know? What about your pack?" He asks in a fatherly way and I shrug.

"I-I don't have p-parents. Or a pack." I tell him and his face goes even more sour. "Oh sweetheart. Well who's this little man." He smiles and reaches out to touch Vincent but I shift, too scared to take any chances. "You don't need to worry, you guys are in good hands." I bite my lip again, "Y-your hands...he's only o-one week." I explain and he smiles but foot steps have him put on a more professional look on his face.

"Alpha," The two men claps hands and I look down as Vincent let's out a little noise making me smile. He has on little mittens as he reaches out for my face. I kiss his nose and feel a strong stare on my face.