Elena My head is throbbing; it feels like I’ve been hit hard on the head. I groan, trying to sit up, only to feel both of my hands in bondage, and that’s when reality dawns on me. “No, let me go,” I begin to yell without noticing my surroundings. All I can do is scream and struggle on the hard floor. “Fucking hell, shut the fuck up before I help you with that.” I jolt at the sudden voice that comes up behind me, and only now do I lift my gaze from the ground, which is difficult for me as I am lying by the side, curled up with my hands behind me. “You just woke up, yet you have so much energy.” The heavy sound of footsteps approaching me ignites more fear in me. It’s painful meeting his gaze, and it’s hard to keep his cold gaze. He doesn’t look like a beast; he is a beast. One hit from him and I will be six feet under. “I don’t have anything to give to you, so let me go.” He laughs as though what I am saying is ridiculous. “I must warn you; not everyone here is as patient as I
Mikhail “Just let the man die, Mikhail,” Darius says with resignation behind me. I can’t tell if he’s pleading for him or for me, but this is the only thing I can do to pass the time, so I don’t chase after her. I let the pliers containing Simone’s last tooth fall to the ground; the sight of the toothless, bloody old man is not as funny as I had pictured it would be. “You have to put an end to this obsession, I’m saying this for your sake, Bro. I don’t know if you are developing feelings, but we both know the last time that happened, it didn’t go well.” It’s too noisy here, I feel it’s noisier than the parade outside thanks to Darius, who cannot stop talking and is trying to be a good advisor, since I explained my feelings to him. “You’re right,” I mutter. “Finally, so now can we leave?” I pull out a knife from my pocket and stab it into Simone’s throat, dragging it along his neck and creating an artwork as blood splurts out, his eyes wide from shock and pain that he couldn’t h
ElenaI don’t know how many hours I have been running for; however, the day seems to be drawing closer to darkness. My pace has also slowed down, and there’s no one chasing me from behind anymore. For the first time, I am grateful for my omega genes. Speed is a trait we are all known for, whether dominant or recessive. I guess the goddess gifted us that trait because she finds it interesting to watch us being prey. Either ways, I am at the busy end. Finally, somewhere that I know. I know my way home from this point, and that alone reassures me that I’m free. Free from that sketchy maid and free from that psychopath. With trembling knees, I take the wooden bench by the roadside, not a single person turning my way, of which I am grateful. If only I had taken some cash with me, I would have been able to take a cab, but right now I have nothing on me, not a phone, not money. A sigh escapes my lips. I’m thirsty. I manage to get to my feet and get walking. I can just use my remaining st
ElenaHow could I have lost them so easily? It smells fishy when the guards have been following me consistently, but just by slipping myself into the crowd, I lost them? I shake my head. That shouldn’t be a problem, I’m almost at the gate, and I have no time making assumptions. I pull out my phone and dial the only number that is there. Jessica.“I can see you, just keep coming,” My eyes scan around in search of Jessica. She’s meant to be close by if she can see me, but even when close to the gate, I still can’t catch a glimpse of her. “Everyone is looking at you, lower your head and walk to the security house.” “The security house? Are there no guards there?” Is the security house for a reason. Now that I think about it, there are no much guards floating around today. Isn’t the pack house his top priority anymore?“Strangely, it’s empty; there’s no time for questions. I brought along a change of clothes for you. You should start coming before they return.” She hangs up before
Mikhail“Mikhail!” The man exclaims, but I don’t miss the nervousness beneath his tone. “You’re still here,” He scratches his nape, then I let the smile crawl into my face. I should at least make him feel less pressured. “I also didn’t expect you to be here…with my–” I pause. My what exactly? It feels strange calling her a friend, and it’s ridiculous and annoying to call her a lover. My toy can easily roll off my lips, but that will only escalate what’s on the ground. “Oh, I see, she’s your acquaintance. Pardon me,” He chuckles, as he gestures at the door. What does he think I am? A fool? A good number of people here are already speculating she's an acquaintance of mine, and he's just realizing that now? “What’s the rush, Simone?”His face scrunches. I don’t see the use being respectful to a man that goes around searching for little holes to lick and make a doll out of them. I may be no better, but at least I have a standard,d and I make sure to take good care of them, but Simone
Elena There are about five guards surrounding me, two at the front, one behind, and two by my side. And at this point, I am beginning to become wary. Can I truly escape these men? I settle down on one of the chairs in the VIP seats, not missing the eyes that turn to me and the lips that murmur as I settle on the seat. Daniela had told me before stepping out of the main house to keep my head up. No one by Mikhail’s side keeps their head low. Ridiculous. That means they are proud to be by the side of a man who takes life even more than the one who gives it. Speaking of Mikhail—He’s in front of me, on the stage, which is a far distance away from where I am seated, but I can see him clearly, he has a serious look on his face, his leadership stance, and an Alpha aura that shows forth just with his tailored suit and neutral expression alone. He does look good today, but I still prefer the simple him. “Shit!” The wet feeling that spreads down my legs comes before the voice. I wince, sh