I froze, feeling shivers run down my spine when he said those words. I managed to stand up, staring at Damien in shock. Those words rang in my head over and over again.What could it mean?“The stupid symbiosis experiment went wrong on them and now they aren’t what we think,” Freya answered my question and I shook my head trying not to believe it. I did not want to feel hopeless, not after coming this far.“ But there could be something, to save him right? Like an antidote?” I asked, rubbing my palm on my pants.“You really think those scientists make an antidote for all of their mistakes? Do you think they ever fix them? Snap out of this Bella, we have to find a way to bring him back ourselves.” I pressed my lips tight, trying to shove back the cry threatening to escape my lips."Okay." I sniffed, taking in several deep breaths. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the others take several steps back after sighting Damien. He stopped in front of the cell, looked to the side to stare at t
Bella's POVIt's been exactly eight weeks since that ugly incident happened. Eight weeks of reconstructing the whole pack, we moved them from the woods where they had been hiding back to the pack. Most parts of the pack were destroyed, especially the packhouse, but it was a chance to change a few of the settings of the packhouse.We laid the dead to rest, using a few weeks to mourn them. It wasn't easy for Damien to get over the guilt of killing his best friend. Taylor was doing quite well now that she had her father, Helen was right. She would be the same if she were with me, she just needed someone very close to her. Heather was back with her parents Zoe and Tobias who were survivors of such long captivity. Damien has been very close to Marilee who seemed to enjoy his company more than mine. It wasn't so hard to convince her that he was her father, she could feel the bond and gave in quickly, besides she had been waiting so long for her 'daddy'. They've grown closer more than I was
Eleven years laterMarilee's POVOnce again, I'm woken by the aggressive sound of my alarm ringing, I blindly reach to grab it and threw it across the room. The satisfied sound of it smashing against the wall makes me lie on the bed again, taking a deep breath."Marilee, what the hell was that?" I heard dad say as he walked into the room. "Marilee, that's the eighth alarm in just two weeks!" I don't reply to him but bury my face into the pillow, trying to fall asleep again. "Marilee!" Dad yelled again, pulling the duvet off my body. "That's it! Get up, you're going to be late for school!""Can I get just ten more minutes?" I mumbled, curling myself into a ball."No, get up now." He held my arm, pulling me from the bed. "Geez, you'll be sixteen in a few weeks do I have to keep doing this?""If only you'd let me make a choice here," I grumbled, frowning as he placed me on my feet."I hate school, yeah say that again. Marilee, you would be a future leader, you need to make the other kids
EXCERPT FROM THE STORYHeart wrenching sobs tore from her throat as she laid on the cold ground, almost naked, shivering from both cold and fear. A fear that has become a part of her.Her knee to her chest and hands wrapped around her, dried blood and deep injuries all over her body. The dress around her barely shielded her nakedness but she could care less.All she could ever think of was death. Now she prayed for death to come take her, to come stop the torture and give her everlasting peace. She prayed for an end, for death, but it seemed everything now hated and deserted her.Her body was hurting badly from so much torture. Every part of her body was hurting and bleeding badly due to torture and the pain of being used mercilessly.Even her own screams of pain and agony echoed in her ears every single moment.The familiar loud thud came, followed by the voice that made her want to crawl into the wall and disappear. "Stealer." His voice echoed throughout out the basement, followed by
"Hair?" "Checked." "Lipstick?" "Checked." "Perfection?" "Checked." A tiny feminine voice replied, letting out chortled giggles. Bella rolled her eyes as her stepmother and daughter went on checking on every silly they found pathetically important. She stood still, tapping her foot impatiently. She just wanted to get this over with. "Bella." She took her eyes to her stepmother when she called her. "It's your sister's day." She spoke slowly, walking to her. "Be happy for her." She placed her hands on her collar, arranging it. "Or, at least, fake it." She whispered with a frown on her face. Bella heaved out a deep breath, looking everywhere in the room, except her face. "Yes." She answered and looked down at her feet. "Good." Arielle, her stepmom replied with a sly smile on her face. "Scent?" "I did not forget," Bella replied, clearly uncomfortable, or rather, doesn't want to be this close to her. "Mm?" Arielle raised her brows at her expectantly. "Checked," Bella replied, he
"Stealer?" Alpha Damien said in a low voice. "Yes, she is." Bella felt her heart sink as her stepmother replied. Oh god, why? Now, she better expect the worst. Her heart skipped a beat when Alpha Damien turned to look at her menacingly with a giant scowl on his face, his green eyes turning red immediately, and in the flick of an eye, his hands rose as fast as lightning, to her neck, strangling her immediately. Bella gasped, using both hands to hold his strong arm as he lifted her off the ground. "How dare you, you filthy stealer!" He growled, his fangs extending from his nail, piercing into her neck. Bella gasped holding tightly to his hands as all air cut out of her lungs. She felt hot tears at the back of her eyes when his fangs plunged into her neck. "Please." She managed to speak as tears clouded her eyes, her body filled with terror. Terror at the thought that he might just kill her. Unexpectedly, he threw her straight to the wall with full force, her body hitting hard agains
"We're giving you off to him." For about a minute Bella felt the world around her stop. Her head went blank, like she couldn't understand a word he said. "What do you mean?" She asked in a low voice, as she felt her heart clench in betrayal. Her world seemed to come crashing down around her."We're giving you off to him." He replied, his face still emotionless. Shrugging his shoulders like he just said the most common word ever."You're selling me off?!" Bella nearly screamed, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief. She ignored the pain coming from her broken arm, as it was nothing compared to the pain she feels in her heart."Yes." He replied simply, clearly not bothered. He sold her out, he wouldn't be.Tears clouded her eyes at his reply. How much does he hate her? To the point of selling her off. She tried to fight the tears, not willing to appear weak before him. But this was way beyond her. They never loved her, now they were selling her off like she's some commodity. "Wha
Waking up when the van hit a bump, Bella eyes fluttered open, she blinked repeatedly trying to clear the bluriness in her eyes. She sat up on the floor, listening to the voices chattering at the front side of the van. Mustering all the strength she could, she stood up slowly, ignoring the pains and burns she feels in her body and leaned against the side of the van slowly moving to the door. She stood on her toes, peeping through the small window to see they were trying through a lonely pathway she was sure let to the pack. Bella slumped to her feet, signing defeatedly. She was here already, bloodbath pack in Russia. The most dangerous place ever. She has heard a lot about it and never imagined herself here. Just the Pack's name was enough to send shivers down her spine. But she wasn't going to be a weakling. Even though she'd be considered and treated as a slave, she would try not to give up. She might be scared and terrified to her bones, the reminder that this man is not just an a