Brooklyn.She enters.She paralyzes.She ogles in shock.The tray of medical items she brings to vampire my blood falls to the floor, sending the items in them spiralling. My gaze doesn't once leave her.She is a big fool.Before her stupid scientist brain can finally comprehend what's going on, she's on the floor with the syringe in her neck.She growls loudly and I hear the sharp sounds of claws extracting, but before it can touch me…I'm up and a few steps away from her in seconds.How am I able to do that??I don't know, don't ask.Like Logan has been teaching me, I observe her yank the syringe from her neck with a painful grunt. Her blood spills before the skin barrier starts to make love with each other once again.My lips pull down in a frown.Right. I forgot I am dealing with a freaking, bloody full werewolf.She takes a fighting stance and I watch in surprise. She knows how to fight too??? As if knowing what I am thinking, she smirks, her head doing the weird stupid thing fi
Brooklyn.It's harder than I thought.I've been at it for a few hours now, yet nothing. I bite on my bruised lips as I give it one more slash with a tired breath. Panting, my hands fall on my lap with a sigh. The grumbling of my stomach reminds me that I've not eaten for almost two days and it's the longest I've gone without food in my life. I salivate my parched lips —I need water and my scratchy throat agrees with me. “Landon.” I shut my eyes and repeat, “Landon.” I hear footsteps approaching and my eyelids snap open. My breath picks up and I puff out my hair. Sitting up, I make sure my head covers the work I've been doing in order not to get caught. The door slides down and they ascend the steps. I try to level my breathing before he shows. To my surprise, he looks worried.“Fiona isn't home.” Rushing over, he knees beside me and picks up the chains, unlocking it. I watch with wide, panicked eyes. “What are you doing?”He barely glance up at me as he mumbles, “we should not ha
Brooklyn.His eyes meet mine, only for a second. He's ashamed. Fucking coward. The shock and betrayal I feel is replaced with anger. I thought I could trust him, only to get this in return. If anything, I'm glad I know now even though it hurts. What a piece of shit.“I promise to string you first,” I spit every word out, careful and sharp, making sure he hears and can comprehend what I say. “I'll make your mate watch as I tear out your throat, then make her suffer from your absence before beheading her.”Fiona eyes flash and she's before me in seconds, a loud sound of flesh hitting flesh vibrates the room. My face turns to the side in mild shock. The fucking bitch hit me. My ginger hair acts as a shield from the impact and I lift up my eyes to her. Her hands fist beside her.She points a finger at me, eyes showing black. “Say that one more time, I dare you.”Metallic taste stains my mouth and I spit it out by her feet. She has the audacity to look surprised that I actually did that
Brooklyn.It's been three days.Three whole days.Three freaking days that I've been locked up here with a stupid metal chain. I have been watched whenever I want to pee like I'm some fucking pup who will pee on herself and not in the WC.Every morning, before I wake up, Fiona comes to open the window and I don't know when she closes it because I always pass out before then. She feeds me once a day and I only know she adds whatever drug to keep me out.On the second day, I noticed the inside of my elbow and my wrists felt sore. I do not use it, so how? Which feeds me the conclusion; she takes my blood. So, I decided, I'm not going to eat whatever she feeds me anymore. Let's see how she keeps me alive and takes my blood.That morning —on the third day, Fiona brings in a plate of steaming pasta and despite my burning hunger, I ignore the meal. As usual, she gives me a soft smile with her stupid kind eyes. I scoff inwardly, what a pretender. “It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?” She g
Landon.The glass cup flies out of my hand before I know exactly what I am doing. Logan doesn't even bat an eye, but the stupid male I kept in charge of protecting my mate tries not to flinch, but fails miserably.I leave my desk and near him. “Look at me!” I growls, my wolf prominently present as well. He hesitates but when I growl again, he abides. It's rude to stare at an Alpha in the eyes, especially when he's angry. It's seen as a challenge. However, I don't care about that right now and my wolf feels the same way. “You were given one simple job and you failed terribly. You and the pathetic human boy and pathetic Riley failed to protect my mate —your Queen.” Searing red anger blinds me and I take another step closer to him, invading his space. “I don't give a fuck who your father was to mine, I'll have your head if so much as a scratch nears her skin.” Another step until I'm in his face. “Am. I. Clear?”“Yes, My King!” He barks, eyes straight, refusing to stare into mine. My
Brooklyn. The first thing I register when as I become conscious, is the sharp pain in my neck. With a grunt, I try to change my position, perhaps I place my head in a wrong angle. But my restricted position causes my eyebrows to furrow and I softly part my eyes. The second thing I notice is that it's dark in here. So, it takes me some time to adjust to my heightened eyesight. The walls of the room was plain, just by the far side, water dribbles from the ceiling. There's not a gate here, no door either, and just a window that seems far from me. Plus, it's shut. This is definitely not my shared bed with Landon. Where am I?? I move to stand up, but I can't. Looking down, I'm met with chains around my waist, keeping me to a pole. My stomach drops in a hard puddle when my brain begins to pick up the clues I failed to realize from the moment my neck hurt. Glancing around, I try to think of search for any clues that will give away where I am, but the room serves me nothing. Just a pla