“Hey, let me out of here!”
The minute Clayton was conscious again, he started struggling from the handcuffs that was placed around both of his wrists and tied to the bed railings. He tried to break from him, using his strength but somehow, he could not. He started shouting from his room but there wasn’t anyone who came to check on him.
“Hello?! I’m f8cking sure that you can hear me out there!! Get me out of here, you f8cking as$holes!” He shouted angrily. “I demand that you release me immediately or you will suffer the consequences!”
He tried transforming into Kragen but could not even do it.
He even tried linking with Liam, but somehow, whatever that was injected in him prevented him from doing that as well. Clayton cursed loudly so that he could be heard.
“It’s best you conserve your strength,” an amused and dry voice finally replied. “The sedative is still in your system. Tr
Clayton paced back and forth inside his office, his mind getting restless as well as his body. He stopped for a few minutes before resuming his actions, closing his eyes, and bending his head in deep thought.It has been three weeks since he was discharged from the clinic by that Matthew Slade, and he did what he was being asked of much to his frustration. He remembered lingering at the clinic’s waiting area despite being discharged early, when Amarah, her real name, finally coming in through the front door after Matt.“Amarah,” he stated softly.To his discontent, Amarah stepped behind an amused Matt for her protection and hid herself. He noted that she had a scarf wrapped around her neck and her eyes reflected fear when she looked towards him. The last thing he wanted her to feel if she is around him is fear. But, because of what he did, he somehow instilled that on her.“Amarah, please know that I didn’t mean to hurt you l
Amarah opened the cabinet, which contains the clinics stock of medical supplies and started counting them for their usual monthly inventory on a not so busy Friday morning. She counted the number of boxes of surgical gloves they have left and wrote it down on the paper pinned to a clipboard she is holding.She then proceeded checking and counting the saline solution bottles.After two hours of doing inventory, she went back to the reception lobby and proceeded to her computer to start on her report.“Hey, would you mind doing this for me as well?” Tracy Sutton quipped.Amarah looked at the document being handed to her.“Isn’t that supposed to be your task to do?” She asked patiently as she open a new file and started encoding the standard format. “Matt will be reprimanding you again if he finds out that I did your report like I did last month.”“Like, please stop telling me that, Arah,” T
Clayton sat stiffly on his chair inside a small, quaint restaurant while rubbing the back of his head, where the clipboard Amarah hit him with, to ease the soreness he felt. He looked hardly at Matt, who went with them to prevent any further harm to him, trying to control his laughter over what happened.He looked across the table at Amarah. His Amarah, who just whacked him on the head with a clipboard that she had been holding since he followed her in to where she was being checked, as he was kissing her inside the clinic. The woman the damn doctor beside him said that she could not even hurt a fly and Clayton believed it. Right now, she is staring angrily at him, like daggers are shooting out of her eyes.Shocking Amarah with his bold action, Clayton held her by her chin as he bent down and kissed her deeply, sending her a message that he will make her his. She struggled from him but his hands on her waist and chin prevented her from doing that.Her full, red
Amarah opened the door to the small apartment building that she is staying in that night, where she was told had belonged to Gloria’s father. Since she turned eighteen, she could not hide her glee when Jacklyn had told her that she will finally be getting her own unit.She finally got to have her independence.Ever since she was young, as far as she can remember, Amarah always had to have either Jacklyn or Gloria wherever she goes. Permissions had always been required and she remembered waiting several days to know if it is granted.She knew deep down that Jacklyn must coordinate everything with her father, whom she only gets to meet once every year, during her birthday together with her mother. Her parents would spend the entire day with her, lavishing and buying her with whatever things she would want.Amarah had grown up not being used for all frivolities despite her parents giving her whatever she asks especially on her birthday. Every year, whe
“How many have recovered?”Clayton looked at his Beta grimly with his blood-shot eyes, tired and heavy from the border patrol that he has been dedicated in doing to protect his pack. Ever since he received news from his patrollers of threats from rouges, he had been so adamant in guarding the safety of his pack.It’s been more than three weeks since the threat to his territory had started. Clayton suspected that his brother might somehow had been behind these threats by allying the pack he had entered with other rogue packs. Apparently, hearing him survived that attack made him alternate his plans.Conrad is still set in overtaking the pack and take his place as the rightful alpha.“Most of them already did,” Liam assured as he looked at his friend carefully. “You look like shit, Clayton. Are you getting enough rest? Look, for the past five years, our pack has gotten stronger, and most had started fearing us. You made t
Amarah looked up from the patient’s record at the small office behind the reception counter, that she is encoding when she heard the bell, installed above on their main door, dinging on a Wednesday morning. Before getting up to check, she groaned inwardly when she heard no trace of Tracy greeting the customer formally.“You’re really proving that you’re a saint, Arah,” she muttered as she placed down her pen and stood up. She patted down her soft and plain blue dress with a boat neckline to get rid of any wrinkles before checking to see who entered. “She ditched you once again to be with that new guy she’s obsessed about.”She stopped dead on her tracks when she saw the person at the other side of the counter.“Dad!”Amarah could feel tears at the back of her eyes as she quickly walked around the counter and threw her arms around her father’s neck and hugged him tightly.Gavin Savill
Clayton rubbed his eyes before opening them as the early morning rays of the sun went through the window the following day. He stared at the clock beside him and saw it read six thirty. He turned to his side and saw Erika, still sleeping comfortably beside him, her one arm draped across his flat stomach. He carefully took her arm off and sat up, leaning on the headboard quietly. He looked down at the woman who gave him some pleasure last night, no matter how good she was, she had never made him forget the woman with crystal clear, blue eyes that has been haunting him for the past weeks. Erika was on her knees, wearing a loose shirt, looking up at him seductively as she pleasured him with her mouth, one hand holding his while the other is loosely wrapped around his knee. Her head bobbed up and down as she continues heightening his pleasure. Clayton, sitting by the edge of her bed, brushed some hair off her face and watched her with hooded eyes. With his hands
“Let me get this straight, Lily,” Clayton commented calmly, an hour after when he arrived at the pack house to meet with her and Liam. “It’s either the wolf less child spoken in the prophecy is going to be sixty-one this year or twenty-one years old, right?” “Yes. According to the elders that I spoke to, the wolf less child has already been born,” Lily answered calmly as she looked down at her notes. “If we used the reference of the prophecy, the last years where there was a full moon on the sixteenth of July was the year of 1941 and 2000. My instinct is making me lean towards the twenty-one-year-old. Because of the few excerpts I got on the second part!” “Born under a full red moon, you will be hard to mark,” she continued softly. “For you shall choose the one for your heart.” “So?” Liam questioned. “Ugh! You, guys are so dense!” She complained, rolling her eyes. “Clayton, this wolf less person was born on the sixteenth of July at the year of the Blo