An unpleasant surprise

By the time they both arrived home, Savannah was completely winded. Her breath was so unsteady that one might think she'll pass out any moment from now. 

After some seconds, she finally regained her breath before glancing at Madonna only to find her as pale as a ghost;she looked terribly unwell. “Donna?” Savannah tapped her shoulder, yet Madonna wasn't in the right frame of mind. 

She walked wordlessly towards the couch, then slumped heavily on it, burying her face in it. If there's anything she can think of right now, It's Lord Nikon. No one needs to say she's currently fucked. 

Initially, she wasn't scared, but reminiscing on his callous ways towards his enemies, she felt her blood slowly drying up. Savannah was anxious about Madonna. 

She's never seen someone look as frightened as she is right now. So, she went over to the couch. “Madonna, what the fuck happened? I came searching for you since you were yet to come on stage and when I found you, you acted like a guilty serial killer” Savannah rasped, hoping to get an answer, yet Madonna didn't flinch from where she laid. 

Savannah grunted, now confused about what to do. She stretched her hand then gently tapped Madonna's bare shoulder—yeah, she's still in her stripper outfit. 

She cringed at Savannah's touch before lifting her now teary eyes. Not only that, but she sniffed, totally saddened at the turn of events—why would King do something as wicked as that to her. 

“He didn't pull that shitty stunt with the other man, but he did with that lethal man! I'm so screwed” she mumbled then sniffed back the threatening teardrop. 

Although Savannah had no idea what she's talking about, she settled down on the couch, close to Madonna. There, she began to pacify her. 

By the time she calmed down, Madonna slept off straight away. Savannah had no other option than to take off her outfit, then place her in something less discomforting. 

She also took her to bed before retiring to hers. Then again, sleep was far away from her due to Madonna's strange attitude—something is ghastly wrong, but the fuck what. 

Sleep began invading her system little by little, but the blaring ringing of her phone disrupted it. Savannah gulped down nothingness, visibly reluctant to check the message.

It's definitely from them.

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The next morning came rather too fast for Madonna—of course it did when she's scared. Savannah made sure to prepare breakfast, then served it to Madonna. 

They could be seen in the dining room, having a breakfast of pancakes. Savannah barely ate since her main focus was Madonna, who continuously sighed. 

“That's it Donna! Tell me that's wrong” Savannah demanded, gently, though. Madonna sniffed, then gazed at her. Hesitantly, she disclosed every single thing that transpired last night. 

“Is the Lord Nikon that terrifying?” Savannah asked obliviously. At first, Madonna found the question quite vexing, then again recollected the fact that Savannah isn't a human. 

“Of course he is, Anna. He's ruthless. Ha! I wonder when he'll come for my head” she sighed distressed. “But…you're not to be blamed, right? He did try to rape you. You're not supposed to be scared, I'm pretty sure the Alpha of New York would punish him” Savannah blurted without reconsidering her words. 

Her utterance got Madonna giggling for a long time. “Oh dear Anna. There's no such thing as an Alpha in the human world. Jeez! Your ignorance is quite adorable” she giggled cheekily. 

“And so? Isn't there some kind of leader or ruler of New York?” she asked innocently, making a small grin form on Madonna's lips. 

“Yeah. There's a leader, but the fuck, can he do? Lord Nikon…is simply untouchable. Even the mayor is afraid of him, it's a known fact” She muttered bitterly. Silence stepped in for a while before Savannah spoke again.

“So…what do you plan to do now? Run away?”

“Run away? Ha! That isn't even an option. Where can I even go? I'm…an orphan without anyone in this entire world, so I've got to stay put. At least getting killed in this apartment won't be that bad, huh?”

Savannah couldn't help but notice the grimy loneliness, depression, and sadness in her tone—she wishes to tell Madonna she's also an orphan…no. The child of a mistress with three brothers who treat her like trash, but canceled against the idea. She would rather not seem pitiful. 

“The only thing I can do to elongate my inevitable death is hide in this apartment; I can't even go to work because of King. That rat bastard might get killed by me if I step foot in that club again” Madonna sounded angered as she spoke. Yeah, the feeling of betrayal sure is painful. 

Savannah nodded to her plans and reassured her of her endless support. 

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SOME WEEKS LATER~~

“Are you sure it's a good idea for you to tag along?” Savannah couldn't help but ask doubtfully. Madonna rolled her eyes at her as she slipped into the sneakers. 

“Yeah yeah. I mean I can't keep hiding forever right?” she cheeked then reached for her jacket. 

Savannah didn't want to dissent any further, so shrugged before they walked out of the apartment. It's been some weeks since the incident happened and well Madonna feels Nikon might have forgotten about it. 

Savannah has been staying with her and to be honest, she loves her company. Today, they are going out to shop for some essential things and for clothes. 

Madonna, although lax, made sure to wear a facemask, so she'll not be spotted so easily. She locked the door firmly, then hopped on the bike with Savannah. 

While they sped off, a black SUV parked at a distance from the apartment had its tinted glass rolled down, revealing Nikon. 

His head was slightly bandaged, and his face displayed no emotions at all. 

“This is the place?” he directed the question to Janis, who's apparently seated next to him. She played a vital role in leading the way to Madonna's house. 

“Yes my Lord” she responded, grinning deceptively. He remained mute as he brought out a phone, then put a call across to some of his goods. 

His eyes were fixed on the apartment as he spoke unfeelingly. 

“Boys, burn that shithole to the ground”

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“Donna, don't you think we spent too much?” Savannah voiced out her thoughts while they walked briskly from the grocery store. Madonna with a giant big red lollipop sealed in her reddish lips merely shrugged. Truthfully, she doesn't think they spent too much. 

They simply visited the mall, the grocery store and then the arcade. Sure, she paid for everything, but that doesn't bother her in the slightest. Madonna took a break from licking the unusually large candy in her mouth as she faced Savannah, who kept looking worriedly at her. 

“None of this shit, Savannah. Do you have any idea how much I get paid as a stripper? Heck, I'm a low-key multimillionaire!” she gushed reassuringly at her. Savannah eased up yet didn't fail to continuingly thank Madonna for the clothes. 

They are both holding about 7 bags each. Finally, they arrived at the parking lot and spotted Madonna's motorcycle. Thereafter, they hopped on and the ride back to the apartment began. 

While they rode on the busy road, they chatted about irrelevant things, then again Savannah's nose inhaled the foul scent of something burning. 

She repeatedly sniffed the air, hoping it isn't what she's thinking—she's definitely a house on fire. Her main concern is…the less distance they cover to the apartment, the stronger the scent gets. 

Ultimately, Madonna had to ask why she's behaving strangely. “Anna, the hell's wrong with you? Got something stuck in your nostrils or what?” she asked with concern laced in her tone. “No…that's not it, Donna. An…apartment is on fire. I can inhale it” she confessed in a mutter.

Before Madonna could respond, Savannah's eyes caught an uncontrollable flame…emanating from Madonna's apartment!

“Donna!” she gasped fearfully, diverting her attention to the burning building. “The hell!?” Madonna accelerated drastically. 

Arriving at her apartment, she fell unbelievably on her knees, gaping at the blazing flames. Her eyes watered recklessly as she bit her lips a bit too hard for comfort. 

Savannah was equally petrified with shock, with her lips quivering prolonged. “How…how…how is this happening?” Madonna screamed disbelievingly, her heart slowly began shattering to pieces. In her state of misfortune, a call briefly diverted her attention. 

She answered it with shaky figures, then placed it on her right ear. Savannah was still ogling at the raging fire when another schierke elicited Madonna's lips. 

“W…w…w…what do you mean my money's gone. I… Fucking? Hey…don't disconnect the freaking call! Hey! Hey!!” Madonna screamed madly into the phone, almost smashing it to pieces due to rage. 

“Donna?” Savannah called as she stood from where knelt. She seemed overly frustrated as she drove her fingers into her red hair. 

“Donna!” 

“Savannah I'm finished! Everything I've fucking worked for is going down the drain, and why because I messed with that goddamn mafia!! Argh!!” she bellowed fiercely with tears streaming down her cheeks. There she cried loudly as he strolled casually in—expectedly, he's smoking with lethal looks in his eyes. 

“My, you are smarter than you seem” the toxicity in his voice got Madonna turning her head to gaze at him. Behind him were about dozens of guards who reeked of danger. 

Words failed to describe how scared she was, and he seemed to enjoy the frightened look on her face. “You…you…you did all these?” she screamed, taking unsteady steps backwards. She almost tripped, but fortunately Savannah caught her. 

Nikon smirked dangerously, moving closer to her. “Surprised baby doll? Oh! Don't be. You caused this, didn't you?” he pointed his finger at his bandaged head. 

“You're only paying for your crimes. Get her!” he instructed, and immediately, the group of guards rushed at her. 

Savannah and Madonna weren't needed to be told to get the fuck out of there. They hurried to their heels, running crazily fast. 

Surprisingly, Madonna was faster than Savannah when it comes to speed, even though Savannah's a werewolf. All that wasn't put into consideration as they ran, with the guards chasing hotly after them. Madonna's motorcycle had been trashed, probably by Nikon's goons. Savannah instinctively pulled Madonna into an alley when they came across one. 

“Savannah? What the…”

“Forgive me for this, but we'll be making a trip to the Pack's Palace!” she uttered rashly. Her arms were wrapped around Madonna's shoulder as the large wall of light emerged from nowhere. The wall literally swollen them whole. 

In the next instant, they appeared in a completely dense forest, but with an unconscious Madonna. Savannah sighed, crouching on the floor. 

She held her face softly, then chewed her lips. “You'll be angry when you wake, but this is for the best” Savannah hushed, then scooped her off the grass. She had no choice than to hoist Madonna on her back as she began walking towards…a magnificent palace. The guards stationed at the large gate appeared highly strict with deep frowns plastered on their faces. The instant they saw Savannah, they paved the way for her. 

“Welcome back, your highness. The Alphas have been worried about you” a guard spoke to Savannah, who thoroughly ignored them. 

She marched into the living room where countless maids were scurrying about, then again they all rushed towards her and bowed respectfully. 

“I assume my room wasn't touched?” she spoke coldly to no one in particular. “Yes your highness”

Savannah nodded before ascending the stairs. Arriving at a luxurious bedroom, she placed Madonna gently on it. Savannah heaved, exhausted from the troubles. 

Deep within her, she knew coming back here would only spell trouble, but could she have done in that situation? The life of her friend is more important, right? As she contemplated, she never knew that they were standing gallantly at the door. 

The sudden gush of wind got her aware of their presence as she turned to face them. As always, the cold, hateful and disgusting look in those silver colored eyes of theirs couldn't be mistaken. 

“My Alphas I…”

“The daughter of a whore doesn't have any right to speak!” Oliver's irritated tone sliced through her words. “I thought you died off something, Sawyer” Xavier scoffed, glaring resentfully at her.

It was evident she's hated upon, but he didn't speak, instead walked elegantly towards her. He stood in front of her, then suddenly grabbed her neck, literally lifting her off the ground. 

Easily, she was tossed recklessly across the room with her back meeting the wall violently. She groaned excessively in pain, yet he didn't seem to care. 

“A mistress' daughter is not entitled to be here. What are you doing here, Sawyer?” Geneva thundered authoritatively.