Chapter 11: Anger

Giselle gulped.

At this point, words had left her.

Giselle's lips quivered. She couldn't speak or think of anything to say that was suitable in this stressful situation.

Although Giselle had been opposed to Edsel's Beta henchmen many times before, also, she had been stubborn enough to face the intimidation of an Alpha like Edsel. At such times, Giselle did feel afraid. She should be scared. It was her instinct because she was an Omega, an underdog to all.

However, she had never been so frightened as of right then.

It was not just fear anymore. Giselle could clearly feel her heart turning upside down. The numbness quickly spread throughout her body, taking over every cell in her body.

Her inner wolf was not different from her. It began shrinking into a ball of fur, trembling like crazy. It was scared of Marcus. Its groan of pain kept on coming.

Giselle turned white, beads of sweat coating her forehead. She swallowed hard. She tried to open her mouth to say something when Marcus rushed over, choking her neck.

"Where is Tina?", He growled.

At this point, Marcus had his anger completely obscured his mind. Because of this outburst, he completely ignored the pain that was gradually building up within his inner wolf. His inner wolf was growling. It was not snarling in anger, but rather agony.

It hurt.

But Marcus did not know what caused that pain.

Yet, he could tolerate it.

He needed to know where his mate had been! He wanted to know where the love of his life, the one he promised to had been!

His hand squeezed around Giselle's neck as hard as cold steel.

Giselle's face began to flush with a lack of oxygen. Her inner wolf was groaning in pain. Marcus's fury scared her inner wolf to an extent. He seemed like he wanted to kill her! 

But her inner wolf did not want to die! 

Giselle did not want to die!

Her eyes turned yellow as she also showed her fangs. Her claws sharpened, too. Even if she was an Omega, when it came to life-threaten situations, she needed to fight. She had to fight! There was no other choice! Even when her opponent was much, much, stronger than she was.

Giselle's instinct told her to fight!

Her wolf wanted to fight for its life, too!

Giselle scratched into his cold steel arm, her fingernails plugged deep into his skin, pulling into long scratches. Her tears quickly welled up in her eyes. 

Her surroundings began to fade away. 

Her lungs were about to burn. 

It needed air!

Suddenly, Marcus released her. 

Giselle was so sure Marcus acted like that obviously not because of her scratching. Giselle was an Omega. How could an Omega fight against an Alpha? Especially if this was an Alpha leader! Hell, no!

Marcus threw Giselle back to the couch. Her back hit the back of it. However, this pain was nothing compared to the feeling of fresh air poured into her lung. Giselle leaned over, fell to the couch, gasped for air.

All of a sudden, Marcus's cry reached her.

She tilted her head to have a look at Marcus. Right then, he was crumbling on the floor, crying in agony.

What Giselle did not know was that was not his physical pain. It was his inner wolf. 

His inner wolf hurt. It hurt so bad that he could barely stand nor handle it any longer.

Something was really strange!

Giselle was stunned. She didn't know what Marcus was up to and whether she should approach him to see what was going wrong.

But Marcus shrank more and more to the ground. Until he had shrunk into a fetus posture, his crying in pain still presented. It was even worse.

Giselle bit her lip, hesitant to get up from the couch, and walked up to Marcus's side.

She knelt beside him, titled her head to observe his condition at that moment.

His handsome face was drenched in cold sweats. His eyes were closed, his teeth constantly clenched. His fangs were still there, but it showed no threat then. 

Marcus didn't stop moaning. It seemed like the pain was a bit too much for him. However, Giselle did not see any severe injuries that could hurt him.

Her scratches on his hand are no different than cat scratches?

"Marcus...Are...are you okay?"

Giselle hesitated to reach out for his hand. She touched Marcus's shoulder blade and pushed him to one side to see what was really going on.

Giselle had just touched Marcus, but Marcus's inner wolf's aches and pains suddenly subsided miraculously. 

Marcus frowned, slightly opening his eyes to Giselle. 

His eyes had stopped glowing bright red already. At this moment, those eyes seemed to be covered with a mist, which was dark and difficult to detect.

Marcus stared at Giselle. 

At that moment, he was no longer angrily roaring and asked Giselle where Tina was. He did not know how his heart felt anymore. He just knew that this tasted unpleasant.

Facing Marcus's gazes, Giselle felt deeply guilty. 

Marcus loves Tina. His last action proved it. It made Giselle both feel hurt for Marcus and jealous of Tina.

A selfish, mercenary person like Tina, why would there be someone who loved her so wholeheartedly as Marcus?

"What's going on?"

At this moment, outside the door echoed Lady Bailey and her rushing knock on the doorframe.

Giselle seemed to be pushed to reality. She quickly got up from Marcus's side, hurriedly opened the door.

Lady Bailey saw Giselle open the door. She glanced at Giselle's pale face. Giselle's hair was messy, too. Not only that, but she also saw Giselle's expression at this time. Giselle was extremely panicked and frightened. Over Giselle's shoulders, Lady Bailey saw her son Marcus Bailey lying on the ground. 

She looked back at Giselle, suddenly seeing through all of this.

"Marcus, let's have a word!"

Lady Bailey sternly said. She glanced at Giselle one more time real quick and then back to Marcus, who had already stood up.

Marcus walked to the door. As he passed Giselle, Marcus didn't bother to glance at her once. He also indifferently passed Lady Bailey, walking straight away.

Lady Bailey looked at his back, then looked back at Giselle, telling her to take an early break. She then took a breath, following in the direction Marcus had just disappeared.

Giselle put her shoulders down, biting her lip, trying not to cry.

Her inner wolf was bitter, too.