"Alpha Sandro might get mad if you continue doing that."Alpha?He was a werewolf, Alessia mused. Although she had been told long ago she was from a supernatural lineage, none of her family practised magic.It was said to be dangerous. And her parents never mentioned the kind of supernatural creature she had come from.Also, she was told her powers, not only hers, but everyone had been locked to mingle freely with a human because they were dangerous.Alessia didn't mind because she believed she was human throughout her life, and nothing would change it. Not even the revelation of her being powerful.But now, she wished she had researched, asked more questions and found a way to unlock her powers whilst keeping it a secret from her parents.The powers would have come in handy. And the bastard currently keeping her wouldn't have had the nerves to.Moreover, the bitch in front of her; seemed like her patience was running thin, and she'd do anything other than watch over her.Not like she
Sandro was in a foul mood. He had been that way since morning, and the thought of Arabella made it even worst.He gripped the bourbon he had poured for himself in the glass and gulped it down.He gazed at Blaze, "Do you think she'll be anywhere around?"Blaze shrugged, taking a drag from the cigarette with him. He puffed out the smoke and ran a hand through his hair. "Not that I know. But, a search can be organised.""Hey darling," A beautiful brunette climbed onto Sandro's lap. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on his lips.Sandro let out a grunt. "Not today, Anna.""I see you are in a foul mood. Call me when you are free." She murmured, bit on his earlobe before sauntering away."She's hot." Blaze said."I thought only the moon goddess could get me mad for what she did to my family. But hell no, the bitch drives me crazy!""Anna?" Blaze asked, tilting his brow."Arabella." Sandro winced as he said her name.After having an awful dream about his never-ending c
"Why do you keep me here against my will? You should know my father is a powerful man, and he won't spare you." Alessia said, backing away from the door as Sandro stepped in."I've heard that word too many times, and I won't even get mad at it anymore." Sandro shrugged. He observed the room for a while before he turned to her again. "Get whatever you need before 6; I'm taking you somewhere."Since Arabella's disappearance, he didn't have anyone to take out with him. Usually, he never enjoyed going out alone; he preferred to be escorted by women, and Thalia was the one who did most until Arabella came into the picture.Now, Alessia was his only available option.Again, he didn't want to take her along with him for fear of her screaming at the top of her lungs and getting recognised. But, it was unlikely. They were in the other part of the town, and not even one person had recognised Arabella whenever she was seen with him."I'm going nowhere with you. I am not leaving here!""Then you
Fúck, she was hot. The black dress made her fair skin look even paler, and she looked ghostly, only that she was in dark colours.Even before he had told her to wear the dress she was in, he knew she'd turn out this way. What he didn't know was it would show all her curves.Her curves were on display; her boobs were almost spilling out of the dress. The dress was fucking small.The witch, Janice, had picked it, and he'd kill her for objectifying her in this manner.But he didn't care. At least, he shouldn't care.Yet, he didn't like the eyes leering at her. He had shoot too many perverts a glare tonight, and he was exhausted from doing so."You are hurting me," Alessia mumbled. She winced as he released her waist from his death grip."Sorry," He smiled sheepishly at her and stared down at her as she caressed her hand. "Are you cold?" Alessia began to shake her head, but before she could speak, he draped his jacket over her."It's not necessary." She mumbled. "I can manage.""It is,"
"Damn it!"Sandro kicked at the coffee table in the middle of the room as his eyes strayed to Blaze."We never noticed that. We'd have thoroughly searched her belongings if we had."Sandro sighed, pushing his hand into his hair. "I'm sure the bitch knew. She was waiting for the right time for them to attack us so she'd have a good laugh.""I doubt she does." Blaze shrugged. He had seen how frightened she was. If she knew there were tracking devices on her, she'd have been more confident.Instead, she had recoiled at the slightest thing. Despite sharing a resemblance to Arabella, she didn't act like her.Again, he believed even twins never acted the same way.Arabella was surely the most stubborn woman he had ever met. She never cared if she died at the hand of Sandro. It frightened him that she showed no care whatsoever and did the opposite of whatever he asked of her.He didn't want to see her in the pool of her blood one day. He had almost seen her in that state(When she was in the d
The day was going awful for Alessia. She was hung over, but not only that; some idiot had decided to clasp her hands and legs to the wall and floor using some iron chain.However, she knew the idiot would be none other than Sandro. He was the only one that could pull off such a ridiculous thing.Yet, she didn't know what her offence was.She let out a wince as the light drifted into her half-opened eyes. She shut them back and bit her lower lip.Her head pounded, and wherever she was seemed damp, adding to her distress.She had tried severally to shove down the vomit in her throat, and she doubted she could do so for long.Her eyes opened eventually, and she sniffled as she gazed around. It was dark, darker than she had imagined. Only a torch by the wall illuminated the room.But the glow from it wasn't still enough to call it light.She caught sight of a movement and croaked out. "Help."She clanked the chains holding her together to grasp the attention of whoever was there, but it s
Arabella furrowed her brows as she gazed outside the window again. The shadow was still there.And she felt it watching her. She was apprehensive, and the hair on her skin stood.She rubbed her now clammy palms on the nightie she donned and gripped the cell phone she plucked from the nightstand.Dialing Blaze's number, she chewed on her bottom lip whilst waiting for him to pick up his phone.Although he told her not to call, she couldn't help it.She didn't know what lurked in the dark, and she had heard of some killings lately. She doubted the perpetrators were around."Please pick up." She murmured and stilled as footsteps approached her door.A key twisted in the lock, and she glanced around frantically in search of what she could use to defend herself.Since she came, it was her first time encountering such, and she didn't think she had given anyone access to the house aside from Blaze.Yet, she doubted it was Blaze. He'd have informed her if he was coming around!She gripped a sta
Arabella was in trouble. That was the only thing on Blaze's mind as he stepped on the gas pedal. Time was running out, and he was sure they'd catch up with her sooner.It was barely one week since he visited her last, and many things had transpired. Many things had fúcking be revealed, including her current location.Also, the blood that was always given to Sandro to restrain him whenever he was on the verge of going berserker was hers.Not only that, she was the fucking Delicate Rose.Blaze creased his brows. It wasn't very clear. He didn't know what was going on. She was declared as Delicate Rose one time, and the other time, she wasn't.He didn't know where all the information came from, but he was sure Sandro had an informant. Someone was giving him all the information, and it was someone he didn't know about.Shit, that same person might have been the one lurking near Arabella's window. For a few seconds, Blaze remembered his conversation with her five days ago. He had assumed she