My captures slam the doors to the boot of the truck and briskly make their way to the front. Climbing in, they speed off, and I struggle to stay awake. I can hear snippets of their conversation.
“Did you see that?! He almost shot my ass off!”
“You?! My head was almost left in the street with a bullet lodged in it!”
They’re panicked, and it makes their driving erratic. My cage shakes back and forth, hitting the walls of the truck, making me dizzier than the drugs. They laugh, almost giddy at the prospect of getting away until the truck jerks forward.
“What the hell is that?!” one shouts.
The windows of the truck are painted with chipping paint, but I can make out several black cars speeding through the dim streetlights.
Gammas
Modified black Bentleys are their signature. They are sturdy, and almost impenetrable, with bulletproof glass and a coat as sleek as black licorice. They surround the truck and bullets soar through the air from all around us. My captors roll down the windows and fire back, but it is useless; there are too many gammas.
I hear a loud pop and a hiss in front of me. The driver slumps forward and his head hits the wheel, causing a blare from the horn. I don’t need to see his eyes to know he’s dead.
“Shit! Grab the wheel! They shot the tires!”
The truck careens down the street, swerving wildly, leaving fragments of light as the rims connect with the road. My head smacks against the bars of the cage, stunning me.
“He’s going to ram us!”
From the side window of the truck, I watch in horror as a Bentley charges directly at us. The screech of its tires halts as the car collides. There is a deafening silence around me. Wide eyes and bloodied faces tattoo themselves in my vision as the truck flips into the air. Ada shrinks inside of me. She knows what I know; we’re going to die.
The doors of the boot of the truck fly open.
“Ahh!” I scream as my cage tumbles through them. It lands hard on the ground just inches from the overturned vehicle. Groans come from the inside of the truck, matching the ones that come from my mouth. I may be alive because of my cage, but my entire body is sore.
Through the smoke of the truck's busted engines, I can see the surviving traffickers exiting. Black Bentley car doors swing open, and gammas exit, and the two groups approach one another, prepared to finish the fight.
A raspy bay freezes everyone in place. Thunder bellows again, followed by a violent jolt of lighting that crackles right above. The piercing light momentarily blinds me, but when it passes, my jaw drops at the sight of a magnificent, enormous, golden wolf that stands in the middle. Its teeth are bared, dripping saliva that seems to sear the tar as it growls lethally.
It lunges at the traffickers and locks its massive jaws around one’s neck and squeezes. His eyes bulge from his head and start to bleed. Bones crack under the wolf’s teeth as it strangles the man in his own blood. Tearing his head from his shoulders, the wolf hurls it from its mouth.
Fear covers the traffickers’ faces, but it is too late. They won’t be leaving alive. My breathing hastens, and my heart hammers in my ears. The attack is brutal. Flesh and bones rip through the air and hit the ground in a splat. Screams silent as the gargling of blood drowns them out.
I don’t want to see, but I can’t look away. The drugs coursing through my veins forces me to lean on the bars of the cage to keep steady. The gammas maintain their stance and watch as the blood bath unfolds.
A thud against my cage makes me look down, and I want to vomit. The lifeless eyes of the man's decapitated head seem to plead with me, and the world blackens around me.
“…I don’t want anything like that on my streets again…”
I can hear the murmurs of a conversation around me. My head is pounding, but I force my eyes open. My skin sticks to the slickness of the cage. I’m in human form.
“What happened?”
I squint my eyes, trying to remember, and then I cover my mouth. Screams, blood, and flesh…I remember.
I’m no longer on the street.
Where am I?
I peer around the room. It is vast and organized with gold walls and a wraparound books case that seems to hold any book a person could ever want. There is a large wooden desk with a dim lamp that displays a few scattered papers on top. A scarlet rug with gold lacing covers the floor all the way to the arching mantel that holds a crackling fire in the fireplace.
The room is beautiful and warm from the blazing fire that crackles in the fireplace, but cold from the dark aura that surrounds it. The same burley voice sounds in the opposite corner.
“Has the threat been neutralized?” Ansel asks. He leans back on the black leather couch and listens intensely to his men, and I realize they're talking about the fates of the wolf dealers. I tune in more intently.
“Clean the streets of the blood and carnage before morning,” he ordered.
Ansel adjusts the fit of his suit jacket, and my mouth dries. He’s not the same person I knew all those years ago. There is no trace of the tender, frail, sick boy I rejected. Instead, on the couch sat a man whose power and dominance exuded from him, whether or not he spoke.
He now wore his blond hair short and raked to the back, showing more of his ocean blue eyes. His clothes were without a doubt expensive and vintage, and their tailored fit failed miserably at hiding the taunt muscles of his frame. He’s sitting, but it was clear he towered over most in the room.
His chiseled jaw—covered with slight stubble—gave him a slightly rugged appearance, while his perfect ivory skin and sardonic smirk made him look like he was hand crafted by both God and the devil.
He’s perfect. His confidence is alluring, but what’s more attractive is the clear respect his men have for him.
“…that’s a pretty dark joke, boss,” I catch one of the men saying, though he’s grinning.
Ansel chuckles. “Perhaps, but they should consider themselves lucky. Their deaths pale compared to the darkness I plan to inflict on the ones we kept alive.”
They laugh at the joke, but I find it terrifying. The harsh, nonchalant way he talks about torture and death makes my blood run cold.
Ada paces inside of me, and I close my eyes and breathe in deeply to ward her off. When I open them, I glance at Ansel again and contain a gasp when he turns his face and makes eye contact with me. He knows I’ve been staring, maybe even before this moment.
His jaw twitches, and his face contorts into a stony expression.
“Demolish the building and lay the dealers’ bodies in the rubble. I want anyone who attempts to disobey the rules of Blue Moon to see what consequences will follow.” His icy stare remains trained on me, and I know his words are not just for his men. Fear bubbles inside me as his eyes grow darker by the second.
“What is he going to do to us?” Ada whimpers.
“I-I don’t know.”
Ansel addresses his men again. “You all may go. ” There is a slight pause as none of them head towards the door.“Why do you need he—” Ansel peers over his shoulder, and the man immediately silences. Contagious fear bounces from man to man at the sharp look that Ansel gives them. They avert their eyes to the ground, and I can sense their fear mix with my own. “Understood. My apologies, sir,” the man says after a little while. They hastily exit, and lock the door, leaving me behind to face Ansel again. I don’t want to look at him. If he can make men twice my size that afraid, there is no telling what will become of me.His eyes shift in color to an amber that resembles the crackling fire still going in the fireplace. He looks almost feral, like someone working overtime to contain a monster that threatens to escape. My eyes widen. The golden wolf from before…could that have been him? I’d never seen him in wolf form before, but if it was, then the terror I witnessed on the gamma’s faces
I wait for the pain to come from the sting of his hand across my face, but it doesn’t. “Please,” Ansel says above me. Hesitantly, I peek at him, and he lets out a scoff. “I’m not that much of a brute,” he says, rolling his eyes.“I-I don’t understand.” The cage vibrates. I’m not imagining it; he’s broken it with little force. Rods fall one by one from around me, making an enormous bang when they hit the floor. Ansel grabs one, stopping it just in time from colliding with my head. I can hear my heartbeat as I stare wildly at the metal pole in his hand.He extends it to me, and the ice of his eyes brews a storm in them again. “That cage was a bit of a buffer. Now we can actually have some fun.” My face pales at his words and his face breaks into a devilish grin. He chuckles. “I’ve told you already, I’m not a brute…well not THAT much of one, but that doesn’t mean I can have you continue to lie to me. Are you finally ready to admit that I’m right about who you are, or am I going to have t
Ansel laid on top of me with his jaw clenched, diminishing any amount of bravery I once had. I find myself petrified. He may have said that he wasn’t a brute, but the sharp look that he gives me makes me feel different. I could feel his hardened manhood still pressed against me.“I could smell you on the stage,” he says through clench teeth. “I’d know your scent anywhere. Suzuran. Lily of the Valley. How fitting that they lied about your name using Lily in particular?” He tightened his grip around my wrists, and I fight the urge to cry out. “I loathe liars, particularly the ones who have the boldness to lie to me right in my face. I take it very personal when people don’t have the conviction to speak the truth or do right by others, especially those who have never harmed them.”I know the words hold a double meaning. This is revenge. His hatred for me and my rejection is clear. I don’t want to speak, but I gather my bearings. Maybe I could use his current state to my advantage. I swal
I quickly lower my head and avert my eyes.Nice going Karin.I scold myself. It had taken me less than five minutes to destroy the only positive interaction we’d had since reconnecting.You have to st—oh…I purse my lips, noticing the growing bulge protruding through the towel. I look up at Ansel, and his eyebrows are knitted into a deep line. He looks like he wants to say something, but when he parts his lips, the growl of my stomach beats him to the punch.My cheeks redden and I cover my stomach out of embarrassment. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little hungry,” I say with a chuckle. He doesn’t laugh, and I rub my hand up and down my arm. “Can I have something to eat? Maybe salmon…and I don’t know…a strawberry milkshake?” The thought of a delicious meal makes me lick my lips. Ansel’s eyes darken slightly, and the redness of my cheeks increase.“Let me get dressed,” he says and retreats to the bathroom. After a bit of commotion, he reappears in a relaxed silk robe set. Parts of his brawny
Ansel’s eyes darkened to the blue of murky waters. I took a step back from the desk and watched his face contort into a snarl. “Of course. Do not be fooled by this arrangement. This is not personal, only business. I need an heir, and your surrogacy will provide me with one. What you do after the baby’s arrival is none of my concern.”The words stung worse than any amount of abuse I’d endured from the traffickers prior. Ada whimpered inside of me, and I sighed.“Now do you believe me?” I say to her, but she only whimpers again.I place the contract on the desk and pick up his pen. “Alright then, I accept,” I say as I sign. The pen is still warm to the touch, causing the corners of my mouth to turn up into a small smile. Years ago, Ansel’s illness left his fingers deathly cold, and I was always afraid that I would soon receive news of his passing. Waking up and rushing to make sure that he was alive had become as much of a routine for me as brushing my teeth.I remember wanting nothing
ANSEL POV“Well, go on, don’t keep me in suspense,” Aron coaxed on the edge of his seat.Ansel grumbled, “Two hard-ons aren’t really that big of a deal…”Aron's eyes almost popped from his head. “Two?! You’ve gone from months of nothing to now having two erections with the same woman at the source?!” He smirked. “Who is it, Ansel?”“Karin. She was the one I rescued from the dealers that night.”“K-Karin…as in your mate that—”“Rejected me,” Ansel finished for him, his jaw tightening. “That is correct, so again, don’t overthink it.”“I’m not. I’m just a little surprised. How does it feel having her back in your life?”“I feel no way about it.”“The whitening of your knuckles and snarl on your face says otherwise.” Ansel relaxed his hands and exhaled sharply. “I feel no way about it,” he repeated. “I do plan to use this for my benefit, however.”“How so?”“A surrogacy contract. She’s going to provide me an heir.”“Tread lightly,” Aron said, shaking his head. “Lust is an emotion that ha
Ansel says nothing and walks out of the room. Shifting my weight back and forth, I remain planted unsure of what to do next. He swiftly reappears. “Head back to your room,” he says.I purse my lips. His expression isn’t cold, but it’s clear that this conversation is over. I bustle from the den and find my way back to my room. Entering, I curse and pace around. “Karin, learn to shut up sometimes,” I scold. “You’re going to ruin everything, and then your father will never get out of prison.” A knock on the door stops me.“Madam may I come in?” an unfamiliar voice calls from the other side.“Yes, you may enter.” A woman who looks about in her thirties enters my room. She closes the door and clasps her hands in front of her. “Hello, my name is Maggie. I’m the new maid assigned to you.”“Excuse me?”“Sir Ansel said that I am to take care of everything you need from now on. I am the new head maid, and I will make sure there are no more problems moving forward.”“What about Meredith?”“She n
“What?!” I shout, practically falling over myself. “I-I-we-because-that’s actually impossible considering he’s only finge—”“Karin!” Ansel roars, scaring me quiet.I lower my head. “Sorry.” I didn’t mean for my outburst, but the accusation had caught me completely off guard. There’s no way that I could be pregnant when Ansel and I have never had sex. My face turns as white as a sheet.Oh God. What if he was suggesting that I was pregnant before I got here?The idea of that thought infiltrating Ansel’s mind scares me more than the suggestion prior.“I’m not pregnant,” I say as evenly as I can. “It’s just a lot of food in such a small span of time. I know I overdid it before, but this is really a bit much.” My face grows hot to the touch, and my mouth salivates. Standing, I dart to the bathroom to vomit. “I appreciate everything, but please take it all away,” I say between breaths.“Of course,” Maggie says on the other side. There is shuffling and I can hear the clatter of plates and di