Chapter one

Zirah's POV

Monster

I stared at the monster that stood in front of me, ready to devour me, several thoughts flowed through my mind, I didn't want to be there  with the monster but I was  stacked with him 

"I am not going to beg you Zirah. It's either today or no more." He still smiled, exposing his yellowish teeth stained by tobacco.

"Don't or I will shout," I said moving backward and placing my hand in front of me.

"Shout, you say. Remember that you are nothing but a hybrid werewolf with a bloody scent cursed by the goddess herself to all the inhabitants of this pack. No one will come to your rescue.

They will think it's a good thing that you're gone." He said moving closer, his eyes were red. I moved backward and my back came in contact with the wall. He immediately placed his hand on the wall, beside me. I was trapped.

"I am not asking for much Zirah Oakwood, just a single round." I drew in a painful breath, trying hard to stop the tears threatening to fall. I couldn't let him see me cry, it would only give him satisfaction. He knew how much I hated him calling me that name and yet he never fails to use that name on me.

"Oh, should I say Luna Zirah Oakwood?" I shut my eyes, knowing that they would betray me, and let tears flow freely. I can't let him see me cry! I chanted internally.

"It was the naivety of your mother and the stupidity of your father that killed your parents. I just wanted to let you know the reason for their death so you don't hate me when I did nothing wrong." 

"We could just forget about them and have fun all through the night. You scream my name as I take you to places that you have never been before." He meant to turn me on but instead, it made me want to puke. I tried to move away but he placed another hand on the wall beside me, caging me.

"I know that it is going to be your first. Though I am not a slow man which your mother can testify to, sadly she's no more. I am willing to go slow with you." I felt sick with his words, he kept on doing this, using the mistakes of my mother.

He came closer to me, invading my personal space. We were practically inhaling each other's breath and I was already in hell. He grabbed my face and tried to kiss me but I turned my face forcefully to avoid his kiss. I might drop dead if his stinking lips touch mine, I couldn't imagine that from a monster like him

He slapped my face so hard and I knew that his handprint was on my face. I could feel the pain yet I tried to get a hold of myself. I didn't want to cry, not now, not in his presence. 

He grabbed my face, holding my chin so hard, using his other hand to pin my two hands above my head. Oh God! This can't be happening. The tears I had been fighting all this while came rushing down my cheeks.

"I understand your fear of kittens, but that is why I am here, to take them all away. We shall start slowly and then we move faster and harder." I tried harder to free myself from his grip but it was all in vain. He lowered his face and placed his lips on mine. I pursed my lips not giving him entrance.

I shook my head repeatedly. 

"Please, don't do this to me," I begged him, my voice in a whisper but as the monster he was, he only smiled wider exposing his scanty dental.

"Don't fight it Zirah, it will only make it hurt."

He grabbed my face again and forcefully placed his lips on mine again biting my lips harder. I opened my mouth slowly for him and his tongue immediately made contact with my tongue. God! This is not how I envisioned my first kiss to be…I couldn't imagine I was doing this with him

I could feel him smile triumphantly. 

I reluctantly wrapped my hands around his neck, my escape plan playing repeatedly in my head. I had to leave here as soon as I could, I can't stay here any longer... 

He grabbed and pinched my waist. When he removed his lips from my mouth to catch his breath, that was when I made my escape. 

I ran grabbing whatever I could grab and as expected, he ran behind me. I was a snail where he was. In no time, he grabbed me again and I threw the object that was in my hand at him.

He stared at me with his red eyes, blood gushing out from his mouth, his hands moving towards his abdominal region. 

That was when I took my eyes down and noticed it. It was a knife that I had thrown at him earlier. My hands immediately moved to cover my mouth as I screamed. 

He removed the knife and threw it far away from my reach, his mouth breaking into a smile. He was moving closer to me. 

"You bloody witch!" He screamed moving closer to me. His eyes were more bloody than I had ever seen before. 

I did the only thing I knew I could do in this situation, I kicked his groin and when he held it, I saw that as an opportunity, I immediately grabbed another knife within my reach and drove it into his skin.

 I didn't know what came over me but I kept hitting him repeatedly until I could hear his voice no more even in my head…that was to all the pains he caused my mother, that was to my freedom 

I stared at the body beside me. My hands were bloody, and tears dropped continually from my eyes. I forced myself to believe that he was not dead, that I was not a murderer. Somehow, I wasn't sorry for what I had done.

 It was an act of revenge for the damage he had caused my family but the pack wouldn't see it that way. They would only see me as a murderer in their eyes. I needed to go far away from here. 

I stood up with much difficulty, I moved to my room and grabbed whatever I could place my hand on. 

Trying my best to hide my identity. I stared one last time and the man that had done nothing but cause me and my mother non-stop pain until her death. 

I watched as his blood flowed freely. Taking one last glance at him, I wore my shades and climbed down the window.I ran away from the pack. I was finally free from everything so I thought but then the beginning of another pain..