I run, I run madly.
Edward stayed behind to protect me until he saw me running into the forest. He came back to help us father.
The long skirt hindered my speed; without thinking much, I tore off the bottom of the dress and threw it aside; everything seemed a little better.
But because I was in such a hurry, I didn't notice that a trap was soon placed ahead. When my foot stepped on the animal trap, it clamped down on my leg, and blood flowed out. I couldn't help but scream; I didn't know someone had heard it, and they would soon come and arrest me.
I gritted my teeth, sweat dripping from my forehead. I tried to pull the trap out, but its sharp teeth were dug deep into my calf. The more it exerted its force, the tighter it tightened as if it wanted to crush my bones.
I was so helpless that I burst into tears. Why do these things happen? I should have been gathering around family and friends to celebrate my birthday, then eagerly waiting for my wolf to show up. But now, everything has surpassed my imagination.
The pain caused my strength to be quickly drained; I fell asleep without knowing it myself.
I woke up because I heard people talking in my ear; I tried to open my eyes to ask for help.
My emotions burst when I saw the person standing before me was our Beta Albert. It's impressive; I'm sure he's here to save me.
"I followed the scent of blood and came here; you look miserable, Orabella. What makes you this impulsive?" Albert squatted down to assess my situation, then clicked his tongue when he saw my leg bleeding profusely. "Ah, caught in the animal trap?"
My face was white, and I mumbled like a dying man. "Help me..."
Albert raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Of course, I have to save you; you are the little princess of our revered Alpha. Let me take you to see your father; how do you feel?"
I happily asked again. "Is my father still safe?"
"Of course." Albert pursed his lips, but I was so overwhelmed by the joy that I didn't see the malice on his face.
Albert ordered the soldiers to use a tool to pry the trap off my leg and bandage it to stop the bleeding. He asked a man to carry me, but I refused. I don't like intimate touch by strangers, which makes me uncomfortable, so I choose to walk.
The road I walked was deserted. Bombs blew up houses. Bodies piled up in the streets, not only the people of the Blue River but also the enemies. The blood had not yet dried, clinging to the soles of my shoes, making my chest roll up with nausea.
I thought Albert would lead me to the bunker to reunite with his family, but instead, he led me back to the restaurant where the war started. However, I trusted Albert without asking much; he was my father's confidant for many years and would never betray us.
And my faith was shattered when I saw Albert commanding someone to hold my hands tight, and he walked over, stooping to a young man. "Alpha Clement, I have a gift for you. See if she suits you?"
My ears wanted to explode; I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything.
Dark Moon Pack's Alpha Clement? My body trembled; I'd never felt so scared. Why did such a scary person come to our Pack? Although I have never left Blue River or met Clement, I have heard more or less about him. He was a madman, a power maniac to the point of authoritarianism. And as long as it is what he wants, he will use all means to get it, no matter the price.
Clement raised an eyebrow, and his eyes were as sharp as a fox's on me. He looked up and down my body as if he hadn't missed a single detail. Even his expensive clothes couldn't hide his despicable aura, his eyes exuding a lust that was hard to hide.
"Who is she?" Clement showed interest and leaned in close to me. "Really beautiful."
Albert smiled flatly; standing before Clement, he could only wag his tail like a dog trying to please his master. "She is Alpha Clinton's daughter, the prettiest girl in our Pack. Now I give her to you; I hope you will care for me later."
Clement smiled faintly without replying; he took a step forward, and I limped back a step. For some reason, when I stood before him, I couldn't help but tremble; he had an indescribable danger.
When I saw his hand stick up, he wanted to touch me; I screamed and pushed his hand away with all my strength. "Don't touch me!"
Clement was slightly surprised by my strong reaction; my push didn't work as well as his, and his foot didn't even move a millimeter.
"At first, I thought it was just a sick cat, but it turned out to be very personality and aggressive. I like girls like this; I allow you to stay by my side as my mistress." Clement spoke confidently, like I would agree, as soon as I heard him say it.
Seeing me stubbornly not replying, Albert also spoke up. "Orabella, I advise you to stay awake; the current situation of the Pack, you have already seen it. It's a privilege to be allowed by Alpha Clement to be with him; it's better to get down on your knees and give thanks than to resist foolishly."
The sky was dark; the wind howled fiercely, and it was so cold that it was nothing compared to the human heart.
My eye sockets were bloodshot; I angrily pointed at Albert’s face and scolded him. "Shut up! A treacherous dog like you has no right to talk to me. Disgusting, sooner or later God will punish you, you will never have a good ending."
Albert had no shame; he smiled freely and waved his hand. "Stop talking about the future; the present is much more important. The wise are the smart ones. Haven't you heard this saying?"
"Bastard!" I gritted my teeth, my fists clenched so tight that my precious fingernails made my palms bleed, but I didn't mind; I just wanted to kill these bastards immediately.
But I know, with my weak strength now no match for them, I cautiously stepped back to assess the situation.
Even though the wound on my leg hurt like it was about to crack, I still forced myself to run away; only by escaping from this place would I have a chance to take revenge.
I had foreseen the situation like Clement would send someone to arrest me, but he stood motionless, watching me struggle to hide.
No matter how bad life is, I still have to live. I can't abuse myself, and I can't let myself fall. I don't want to see Fayre gloating and happy. I had to find her, and I wanted her to experience the pain she caused Edward.Every day, I go to the hospital several times. At first, I wasn't allowed into the treatment room, but after a week, I was finally allowed to get close to my brother. Edward remains in a coma, but doctors say his condition is stable.I held Edward's hand and carefully wiped it.As usual, I will massage Edward's feet and talk to him to make time faster."Winter is coming; the air outside is frigid. But I still remember when you used to take me out to build a snowman; it was very beautiful, huge..." I suddenly stopped, feeling sad; all the beautiful memories for me seemed blocked by a door, and I didn't dare to step through.Suddenly, a man's hoarse voice rang out in the quiet room. "Orabella..."At first, I thought it was Vincent, but then I discovered it wasn't.I
Orabella:After what felt like a century, I slowly woke up from a long sleep. I opened my eyes then, but my limbs were stiff as if plaster had been poured on them; I couldn't move. Even so, tears still rolled down my cheeks.According to what I saw, I was brought home, and a familiar room met my eyes, and the natural floral scent I liked the most. Everything is so normal that I can imagine it clearly with my eyes closed. However, my heart is empty, and I have lost the most crucial thing in life."Edward…" I whispered, my mouth dry and my tears falling like rain again, my chest constricting as I remembered what he had endured.A bloody Edward appeared before my eyes, his face pale and groans of pain.I reached out, wanting to touch it, but the image immediately disappeared. I smiled bitterly, and it turned out it was just my imagination.Just as I wanted to sit up, the door opened again. A face so familiar that I hated it appeared in my sight. He was surprised to see me awake; in those
Unable to wait any longer, I rushed to the slave camp E. The soldiers bowed to their sides in greeting and seemed terrified at my sudden appearance. I passed them and went all the way down to the torture room. I could smell Orabella's blood from afar, and my steps became more urgent.My eyes were wide open; I couldn't believe what I saw was real. It made my heart ache like a thousand knives were stabbed.Without waiting for my order, the people behind me quickly opened the cell door.I rushed inside, hugging Orabella's limp body, who had passed out after being brutally tortured. My hand trembled, and I didn't dare hug her too tightly for fear of hurting her. My stomach tightened when I saw the wounds all over her body. The smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, causing pain in my chest. I lowered my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to overflow."Orabella, please wake up," I whispered, my voice was so weak.Blood ran down my arm as I carried Orabella to the hospit
Vincent:I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I sat on the sofa and ran my hands through my hair. This feeling of loneliness makes me highly uncomfortable. Even though she left here long ago, I can still smell Orabella's scent in the air. For some reason, I have a terrible feeling about something.Hesitating momentarily, I dialed Oreballa's phone number but never pressed the call button. Initially, I told her we needed time and space to be more comfortable. But now it's only been three hours, and I've broken my promise again; how bad am I in her eyes?I sighed and put the phone down. I couldn't sleep again that night. I couldn't stand it anymore in the morning, so I went home. I don't care what Orabella thinks of me, but until I see her safe, I probably won't be able to focus on anything for the next week.Thinking about it, I drove like flying home.As soon as I parked the car in the yard, I saw Fayre's shocked face. What made me unhappy was why she was still here.More tha
Slap!A shrill screech tore through the cold wind, my red hand slowly descending along with Fayre's swollen half-face.Everyone present was amazed by my somewhat crazy actions. Their face was written the question: Who is that girl that dares to slap Vincent's sister?Fayre's eyes widened in shock, clutching her left cheek, hissing through her teeth. "You dare slap me?""Not only slap, I can kill you if you dare touch my brother again," I replied loudly without fear.Our eyes met for a few seconds, and Fayre's eyes were filled with utter fury. I smacked her once before without restraint, and Fayre said she would kill me if it happened again. And this time, her words came true.Fayre's eyes reddened, and she roared in command. "Catch her back, bring her to the torture area for me. It would be nice if she could see her brother again in the moment before she died; that's also the last kindness I have for her."My hands were tied, I struggled with all my strength but could not escape the f
The night wind blew colder and colder, and I pulled my oversized jacket over my body, this shirt Vincent gave me with a thing. I reached out my hand to touch my pocket; the palm of my hand conveyed a cold feeling like a cold burn. A gun with real bullets inside makes it easy to finish anyone.When Vincent gave it to me, I was surprised and asked him. "Aren't you afraid I'll use it to pierce your heart?"Vincent casually smirked. "If you can afford it, I won't stop you. But before you do anything, you must consider the consequences, the benefits, and the harms."I gripped the gun in my hand, then turned towards him, my index finger trembling, but eventually had to put it down. Vincent's lips smiled calmly as if my actions were all part of his calculations.I sighed, frustrated at my weakness. I walked along the asphalt road, listening to the wind rustling on the trees and finding a sense of peace I had long lost. A few good memories rushed into my mind when the incident had not happene