Marked by the bully (#1 in bully series)

August 11, 2017, A rogue attack occurred on the outskirts of the Red Shine Pack's territory located in Seattle. Several of the trees had been uprooted, and the fences surrounding the Alpha's territory had been broken, clearly indicating the rogues' aggressive trespassing. There were small pools of blood on the ground on every second step, as well as wolf fur and human hair. Certainly, the one who was attacked would have fought back. Metallic scent of blood lingered in the air . "Nothing exists in the south." In order to gain clear and smooth access to the area the warrior who accompanied Alpha Hercules climbed up on the trees. "I can't see anything for miles." He added as he peered down at his alpha who was standing with a sword in hand, examining the region with his vigilant gaze. At forty-three, he was tall, had a well-built torso, bronze skin that glowed in the sun rays filtering through the leaves of trees and lesser wrinkles around his eyes as compared to the other wolves

2...Violent scenes ahead. Please, don't read if you can't take it. The author doesn't appreciate bullying. Thanks. ____________A big cheesecake as that of the size of the table was placed on it. His name was perfectly written in its centre using an amazing font. Ryley seemed very happy, his girlfriend clung on his left arm as he stood with a knife, all ready to murder his cake. "Be quick bud, can't control the wolf inside of me. Just want to taste this bitch!" Yeoman, the other member of their Wild Wolves gang grumbled ogling at the cake. "Every fucking thing seems a bitch to you, ain't I right?" Zander laughed. Yeoman's eyes could be spotted shining brightly. He nodded his head in yes, proving his friend correct, lol. Partially opened mouth was drooling at the delicacy, nose sniffling like a dog. His action made everyone chuckle at his stupidity. Having been frustrated by his behaviour, Hazel crushed his feet with her high heel. He cried in pain with a loud yell, "What the,

4… There was a forlorn wind hitting him constantly. Ryley let the servant go who fled away within a blink of time far away from his eyesight while he himself stood with mixed feelings on his spot— amused. There was no expression on his face! No excitement, no surprise, no sadness, no anger, simply nothing. He just blinked his eyes looking on the wall across him.He had no idea what was wrong with him. He just changed his emotion suddenly from aggression to neutral hearing about her. Uhh, maybe because he was the one who carried her lifeless body that was going to turn cold, or for that matter maybe her spirit of perseverance had impressed him. Despite being injured badly, she could still speak. She could breathe and above all, she could stay strong and fight death. He was impressed by her perseverance. One thing was clear, she had something strong that was keeping her go on without losing hope. Maybe she could still survive because she was bound to someone!That could be the only pos

6...His eyes murderously bore into hers. They were so dark that it felt like he would eat her the next moment. Poor Valen stood high and dry struggling to breathe properly. Her breaths were actually stuck in her throat, seeing him sooo fucking close. Well, this was not the first time she was seeing him close, this keeps happening every now and again still, every time he did that, it got harder for her to adapt in the environment."Ryley! You are hurt—""OH JUST SHUT UP!" He screamed on her lips, leaving the tracks of his saliva drops highlighting on her pinked lips that shone like diamonds on her mouth.Hazel turned her eyes away, she hated to see them so close, yet there was nothing she could do about it. For he would only do that to her to pain her, hurt her— bully her. Still, that proximity bothered her always. It never gave her a good feeling.Okay, Valen stood silent under his gaze. She was, like always— clueless as to why does he behave like that when she is around! She frequen

8... Valen’s POV"Night dad, I love you and dare you to stay up late in the night. I will come and check." I warned him before closing the door of his room.It should be him telling me all these things but here in our case, it's different. I have to take his care. My father being the responsible doctor does important research in the night, that is his best time to do it. He says night gives him pleasure. And Working when the stars are twinkling at night and when the birds are putting their little ones to sleep with their lullabies, he gets upfront and motivation to work. However, I oppose him. Neither do I like night nor the twinkling stars up there in the sky. I securely locked the door of my room as well as the lights except the night bulb that is above my head, behind my back on the wall right over my portrait. The darkness gives me chills, I feel suffocated and that army of those stupid stars make me feel as if there are crores of eyeballs staring at me. I put myself to bed and