Marcus couldn't believe what he just heard from his Alpha. Why did he suddenly pick an interest in the cabbage girl? "What!? Why??" Marcus asked still frustrated.
"You can't just sit there. Meet me in my study." Alpha Galan demanded, banging the door behind him.The lady, however, seemed irritated because of the way Alpha Galan barged inside the room. "Jeez! What was that for?" She asked getting up from the bed."Where are you going to?" Marcus asked with a questioning look on his face."Going to get my clothes of course." The lady retorted."Why are u suddenly being so rude? Have you lost it?" Marcus seemed infuriated by her act. He left the bed fully dressed and walked up to the half-naked woman who just yelled at him.For a second, she was scared because of the way Marcus seemed to approach her. "Can't we just have our privacy? That man from earlier seems like a terrifying beast." She spat."Hey! Mind your tongue," Marcus warned. He left her presence, heading towards the door, Alpha Galan was already a handful."Fucking Bastard!" He heard the woman curse.Marcus slowly turned around in her direction. He was fed up already. The woman, however, was focused on leaving the mansion and didn't see Marcus coming.Fucking Bastard! The word rang in Marcus' head. Within a blink of an eye, Marcus' grip was tightened around the woman's neck as he pinned her to the wall."What did you just call me?" He asked furiously with a disdainful look on his face.The woman couldn't breathe, she begged to be set free but Marcus couldn't hear her plea because he was focused on having her as his prey."I'm..so...sorry. I didn't know you were still in here." She shutters, trying to break free from Marcus' tightened grip but all her effort was of no use.A smirk played on Marcus' lips, seeing the pitiful look on the woman who just called him a fucking bastard earlier made his heart rejoice.The lady was slowly out of breath. Marcus tightened his grip, even more aggressively this time because he was focused on taking the life of the innocent soul.His slender fingers were replaced with a dreadful claw, his claws pierced into her skin, the lady screamed endlessly, she couldn't endure the painful torture."Your cry is like music to my ears." Marcus chuckled darkly.The wall was stained with blood, and so was his claws. When he noticed that his prey was out of life, he let her lifeless body fall on the floor.Marcus felt strange, his body wasn't the way it used to be, she felt a sudden surge of power run through his veins. He looked at his hand stained with blood, his claws were gone. He clenched his fist and worked out of the room, heading towards Alpha Galan's study.He opened the mental door of Alpha Galan's study, smiling mischievously at the man sitting on the desk.Alpha Galan glanced at Marcus, he felt like slapping that smile off his face. "What took you so long?""I had to take care of her, you know..."Alpha Galan knew something was up with Marcus, he sensed that something was defined wrong. He examined Marcus, using his eyes to scam him, until both of their eyes locked. "What the fuck!? Marcus? What happened to your eyes? Did you just take the life of an innocent soul?"Silence followed Alpha Galen's question. They suddenly forgot about the reason they were in the study.*******"Grandma, what are you doing?" I asked my grandmother who suddenly hide the book she was writing on under her bed."What do you think I am doing?" She asked with guilt written all over her face."Yoga?" I chuckled. "Grandma, you were doing Yoga? You're old already?" I couldn't help but laugh at the awkward position she was doing on her mat."Shut up, child. I need to enjoy the remaining years I have to live before I join my ancestors." Grandma said, gesturing for me to help her get up with some hand signals that I perfectly understood.Hearing Grandma say she wanted to enjoy the remainder of her years made my heart clench. If only she knew that she had some days left and not years. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her.Noticing my change of mood, Grandma held my chin, gazing into my eyes as if searching for some unknown answers. "What's wrong, Theia?" She asked with a worried look sitting on her face."Nothing's wrong, Grandma." I forced a smile. "I was looking everywhere for you.""I was inside my room all day. You probably didn't search everywhere." Grandma laughed."Fine, you got me there. I was worried about you." I held her palm tightly, squeezing it as if my life depends on her. "Well, I have good news for you.""What's the good news?""Let's go to the living room. I made huge sales today and I bought enough foodstuffs." Thinking about the sales I made was enough to bring me joy and the joy was caused by my guardian angel."That's great, Theia. You can handle the store perfectly. Did you come across a handsome-looking man with golden eyes by any chance?" Grandma asked, sitting tiredly on the couch."About that, I did meet him and he bought all the cabbages. He's my guardian angel." I smiled while the image of my guardian angel was portrayed in my head."Speaking of guardian angel, I'm going to hook you up with him.""What? Grandma!?" I slightly slapped her shoulder out of embarrassment making her laugh heartily."You ain't a child anymore, Theia." She stood up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen and of course, I followed her."What are you up to, grandma?""Let's go deliver these cabbages to Mr. Mario. I'll go get dressed." And with that she went to her room, leaving me with the task of arranging Mr. Mario's cabbages.For some reason, I didn't have a good feeling about this delivery and it was a cold evening. I couldn't talk to grandma who just came out of her room fully dressed it. I didn't know why grandma was fully dressed when she was just going to do some delivery.Weeks passed, and Marcus found himself entrenched in the clandestine machinations of Alpha Galan's enigmatic world. The city's heartbeat pulsed with the rhythm of secrets, each echoing footstep and whispered conversation carrying its own hidden agenda. Marcus had become a shadow within the shadows, a vigilant sentinel on the lookout for any sign of Mr. Mario's movements.Theia's safety was his paramount concern, and he couldn't escape the gnawing guilt that accompanied his role in the intricate web that ensnared her. He had become a pawn in a grander scheme, one that remained shrouded in mystery. Alpha Galan had shared only morsels of information, keeping Marcus in a state of perpetual uncertainty.One chilly evening, Marcus received a cryptic message on his encrypted phone, summoning him to a dimly lit alleyway on the outskirts of the city. As he arrived at the appointed location, the shadows seemed to close in around him, and he couldn't help but feel as if he were walking into a tr
The city's pulse quickened as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced across the bustling streets. Marcus stood in the dimly lit parking lot beside his unassuming car, his face concealed beneath the hood of a dark sweatshirt. His fingers danced over the small recording device he had wielded like a spy, replaying the pivotal conversation between Mr. Mario and Evelyn.The digital file was his ticket to influence, to maintain his position within a web of secrecy and power that ran deep within the city's underbelly. Marcus knew that the information he possessed was valuable beyond measure. With a few deft taps on the device's screen, he forwarded the recording to a secure location, ensuring it was tucked away from prying eyes.Once the data was safely stashed away, Marcus retrieved his smartphone, the screen bathed in an eerie, bluish glow. He dialed a number he had committed to memory, one that had remained dormant for far too long. Each ring felt like an etern
Mr. Mario's room, a dimly lit and confined space, was a reflection of his tumultuous thoughts and his increasingly desperate situation. The dwindling days of September cast long shadows through tattered curtains, further accentuating the gloom that seemed to envelop him. He paced back and forth, the aging floorboards groaning beneath his footsteps, as he tried to come to terms with the harsh reality that time was running out.September was rapidly drawing to a close, and with it, the ominous deadline for repaying Sergio loomed ever larger. Mario had dabbled in the shady corners of the city's underworld before, but this predicament was of an entirely different magnitude. The debt he owed was substantial, and the consequences of failing to repay it were too dire to contemplate. He needed a solution, and he needed it urgently.His thoughts continually circled back to a name – Theia. She held the key to his salvation, or so he believed. The elusive woman had vanished into the shadows, lea
"Ma'am, Ms. Marshmallow is awake." The nurse came out of the operation room adjusting the nose mask she had as she broke the news to Alpha Galan.I couldn't help but jump for joy and wrap my hands around Alpha Galan's neck, jumping on him. "I'm so happy!"Alpha Galan's eyes opened in awe as he least expected my actions. I chuckled noticing how uncomfortable he was as I respected myself and maintained poise, clearing my throat as I turned to face the nurse."How's she? Can we go and see her?" I asked not being able to control my excitement.Nurse Emily giggled. "No, you can't for now. The doctors are still packing up." She explained before excusing herself to leave. And of course, she didn't leave without batting an eye on Alpha Galan who remained a straight face until her disappearance.My jaws dropped in disappointment but I didn't let that pull me down because I was too excited to see Marshmallow. I had a lot of apologies to do and some encouragement to give."I can see you're super
The medical team, despite their exhaustion, continued to work diligently. Dr. Reynolds, now with a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, gave orders with precision. "Nurse, hand me the micro-sutures," he said, his voice steady but tired.Nurse Emily, who had been assisting since the beginning, quickly passed the required instruments. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency, a testament to her experience. "Here you go, Doctor," she replied, her voice calm and respectful.The beeping of the heart monitor continued to provide a rhythmic backdrop to the room's activities, a constant reminder of the patient's fragility. Marshmallow lay still, her chest rising and falling in the controlled rhythm of the ventilator.Dr. Reynolds meticulously sutured the incision he had made earlier, his hands moving with expert precision. Each stitch was a testament to his skill, a delicate dance between life and death. The room's tension had not dissipated; instead, it had shifted into a different form –
As the medical team began their assessments and preparations for Marshmallow, Nurse Emily turned to me with a gentle but firm expression. "I'm afraid you'll need to leave the room, Miss," she said kindly. "We have to perform an operation on Marshmallow, and it's important for the doctors to work without any distractions."Reluctantly, I nodded, knowing that Marshmallow's well-being was the top priority. I leaned down to give Marshmallow's hand a gentle squeeze, whispering words of encouragement once more before stepping out of the room.The waiting room felt like a purgatory of anxiety and uncertainty. It was filled with the hushed voices of worried family members, each waiting for news about their loved ones. I found an empty chair, my heart heavy with concern for Marshmallow.Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I sat there, lost in my thoughts and prayers for our friend. The minutes turned into hours, and with every passing moment, the weight of the situation pressed down on me. Wou