My eyes scanned around the golden-lighted room, spotting at least fifteen to twenty men sporting the leather lounges lining the walls. All cladded in extravagant suits and curious gazes. My nostrils filled with rich, masculine scents, like spice and earth combined with cigarette and whiskey, making me dizzy in the head.One look at them, and you'd know they were the wrong group of men to be near. I felt the heat of their eyes scorching me in all the places set in exhibition for the world. One of them even drawled up to his feet as he visibly checked me out. My eyes widened. Without another thought, I turned around, reaching for the door. Instead my face collided with a hard chest. The belongings on the tray rattled with the impact. A hand placed under mine, stopping the accident from occuring, and another wrapped around my waist, steadying me. "Easy there," a deep male voice spoke.I looked up, meeting a pair of dark blue eyes and a darker smirk. A shiver ran down my spine. Twisti
His eyes came my way, filled to the brim with cold, dark fury. "What did you just say?" The red alert in his irked tone sent a tremble down my legs, but the anger in me wasn't backing down either. "Exactly what you heard." I jutted my chin feigning confidence that I didn't have. He turned all the way to me, his broad shoulders rising up and down in deep, rugged breaths. "You knew, didn't you?" I yelled. "You have been watching me getting harassed by those men." The words hurt my tongue from the spiked adversity they carried. He didn't respond, just watched me with that challenging fire in his gaze, like saying, "Go on if you got the guts."Well, good thing my guts were on fire today. "How could you have done this to me? How could you stoop so low?" I wiped away the lone tear that rolled down my cheek. "All this time you have stepped on me. Insulted me. Hurt me. Even spewed shit about my papa. Yet I never said a thing to you. But now this? How could you? Who gave you the right to
Blood, blood and more blood. Someone groaned, a woman wailed and the others dragged the mutilated bodies on their shoulders. One by one, three men were brought and taken to a building nearby. They had gashes like claw marks on their chests and backs. One even had half of his cheek hanging by a fraction of skin as red liquid continuously poured out, reddening his white shirt, or whatever was left of it. A bile rose up my throat from the scene. The metallic stench of blood filling the atmosphere wasn't helping either. My hand shot to my mouth, and I ran to the side. Freeing my stomach of whatever little food I ate in the morning, I wiped my lips and took a moment to gather what I just saw. Those claw marks. They were either from an animal or metal claw weapons or...These people were too strong and powerful for an animal or weapons to tackle them into such bad shapes. My heartbeat stilled. It was here, wasn't it? The monster was here. It was coming to get me.The feminine sobs in
"Gisella!" My head whipped to the other side in the direction of the voice. Nola stood there, her eyes wide. I turned back only to meet with stark emptiness. The wolf was gone. I blinked, squinted my eyes around through the spreading dark and frowned. "What are you doing out here at this late?" Nola came rushing towards me. Leaning on the tree, I got to my feet. "D-Did you see that? Did you see the wolf?" I asked, frantically looking from her to the other direction. "W-Wolf? No, I didn't." "But it was here. It was right here." I pointed a feet away from me. "C-Could be. It's the woods. There are wild animals. That's why it's not safe for you here." I glanced at her. "It's not safe for me there either." At this, her expression turned into one of pity. "Helen told me what happened. I'm sorry I shouldn't have left you alone." I sighed. Even if she was with me, she wouldn't be able to save me from the hatred they already held close to their hearts. "Let's go." "I don't want t
I felt my soul leaving my body. Right before the device hit the ground, my foot pushed in the direction. A gasp left me as pain shot throughout the bones in my leg. Bending down, I held the throbbing spot. "My phone!" Maria yelled, coming and picking it up. She rubbed it clean like it was her baby. Thank the Lord, it didn't break though it most definitely broke a few metatarsals in my foot. "The fuck were you doing, slave?" I had to crane my neck to look up at Tera. She looked furious as always. "You're fucking stealing now?" I shook my head. "N-No. I-I..." My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't be caught. Not when I was so close to my salvation. "It was at the edge. I hit it accidentally." "You think I will believe you?" She spat. Then a smirk took over her face. "Wait till the Alpha hears about this." I felt the colors draining from my face. "N-No, no-""Tera," Nola spoke finally, "no need to stretch it. We have been here the whole time. She wouldn't dare do anything." T
It was time. I pulled myself to a sitting position. It was still dark outside, but it wouldn't be for long. I glanced to my side at the emptiness of the bed. Nola was gone. Getting up, I fished out a few pillows I found in her closet and lined them up, covering all the way to the head pillow. Satisfied by my representative for the next few hours until someone figured out, I took a black scarf from her drawer and headed out. Luckily no one was at the hallway- My breath got caught in my throat when a woman appeared at the other end. She had her hands on her eyes rubbing vigorously, then she stilled. I was too far in to go back unnoticed. So I did what my panicked brain suggested me to do. I twisted the knob of the nearest door and slid in. Her footsteps approached, then paused and continued back down the hallway. I could just imagine her looking around baffled and blaming it as hallucination on lack of sleep. I let out a breath of relief which got abruptly cut in the middle. I
If I had felt fear before, it wasn't anything compared to this moment. It felt like when a man was being chased by a Great White, or when a claustrophobic got stuck into an elevator, even when one thought about a zombie apocalypse coming true. It made your soul want to isolate your body. It made one wish to the earth and wish hard to crack open and swallow them whole. It made them scream at the top of their lungs. I did. I screamed at the top of my lungs. The sound abruptly got cut off when the hugeness of his rough hand wrapped around my windpipe constricting it. I could feel my esophagus closing. No air reached my lungs. I clawed at his hand, but he didn't budge. He looked like he had made his decision, and it was my slaughter. "Sh-She 'ed 'elp." I gasped using the last air in my lungs. "L-'et go. P'ease..." He didn't listen nor said another word. He didn't have to. The red, hot anger radiating from him was speaking loud on his behalf, and it was so thick I felt the flaming a
Clomp! Clomp! The sound of heavy footsteps came like the low beating of a drum before a sanguinary war ensued. It energized the battler and terrified the enemy. My hold tightened around the knife as I straightened up pointing it at the door. Clomp! Clomp! With every step nearing, my heartbeat quickened so much I felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth and ditch me. Even my hands gotten so slippery, I was struggling to hold onto the knife without cutting myself. The doorknob twisted slightly. Once. Twice. It didn't budge. I prayed and prayed hard so he would leave finding the door locked. He didn't. He stayed there.I could just imagine the reddish stuff in his anger calibrating scale going up. Then the jiggle of a key inserting into the lock sent a tremor down my back. I had been such a fool. Of course, he had the key. Hurrying to the door, I leaned on my back against the wall beside. Considering his inhumane strength, I would only have one chance. One chance to ram t