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Chapter 5

Nyxana

I groaned, falling to the ground with a thud and the person on top of me. It was a man. His strong body was right on top of me, and he smelled good. What was I even thinking? I kicked him off my body, and he rolled to the other side. I used that opportunity to stand to my feet, and just when I turned to run, he grabbed me by my hair, dragging me back.

“Come here, you trespasser.” I cried out in pain as he dragged me back with force. He was strong, and his voice was deep and spine-chilling.

“Get off. I'm not a trespasser.” I tried to push him off, but his grip on my hair was tight, and he held me in place. I couldn't even turn to look at his face. All I could do was throw my hands in the air, struggling with him.

“That is what all thieves say.” He accused? A thief? Did I look like one?

“Look, I'm not a—”

“What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be seen in places like this. Why did you wander this far?” He demanded and I finally stopped struggling, my eyes widening in realization. I sniffed again and that was when I realized that he was not from here. SilverNight Pack. He smelled different and his accent was different from the people here in Silvernight pack. Every werewolf pack had its own unique smell and sometimes accent, and he was not from CresantFall either. The pack where I used to stay. He did not smell like them.

And that only meant that he was the trespasser. The thief. The rogue. The only thing that then came to my mind was to stop him because he must have been planning an attack on my family. He was still holding me, so there was no way that I could turn to face him, so I started moving backward, and when I had gotten close to him, I lifted my hand and hit his stomach with my elbow.

He groaned, my attack taking him unaware, and his hold on my hair lessened. I took that as an opportunity to step away from him, and he was still trying to recover from my blow when I balled my fists and punched him in the nose. That took him unaware as well, and he placed his hand over his bleeding nose.

I knew how to deal with rogues like him. I may have lived as one in CresantFall pack, but they also bullied me all the time and I had gotten into fights with half of the rogues there and I always won.

“You will regret ever coming here.” I was about to kick his crotch this time, but he was quick to notice and blocked my attack by holding my leg.

“How dare you hit me?” He hissed in anger, one hand on his face and the other hand on my leg.

“I will kill you.” I attempted to punch him, but he swerved, moving his head to the side, and my fist went flying in the air. Okay, this particular rouge was strong, and he kept blocking all my attacks. I was standing on one leg, and he was still holding my other leg up while avoiding all of my punches. I was not going to win against him as I was getting exhausted.

“You are quite strong as a thief.” He scoffed. He had an accent, and I couldn't pinpoint what pack that accent belonged to. But it was neither CresantFall nor SilverNight pack.

“I’m not a thief!” I uttered through gritted teeth. “You're the rogue and thief!” I snapped at him.

“What? Rogue? Thief?” There was disbelief in his voice, and he finally released me. I stumbled backward, breathing heavily as I stepped away from him.

I took a look at what he was wearing. Despite the casual clothes that he was putting on, he looked so muscular and sexy. I found myself staring, and he smelled nice. Rogues had a knack for smelling terrible. He did not. He finally removed his hand from his nose as he spat out blood from his mouth, looking annoyed, and when he finally looked at me angrily, I gasped.

He was handsome. Good looking, hot, sexy and….. Nyxana, don't get distracted. Be on high alert. But he was indeed handsome. “Did you perhaps escape the torture room?” He scoffed as he looked at the fresh wounds all over my body.

“And I might be certain on why you got tortured. Fuck, you've got a powerful blow.” He hissed, rubbing his nose, which I might have broken. “Who are you?” He asked, but I said nothing and just stared at him.

“Who are you? Answer my fucking questions!” I said nothing still, and he glared hard at me and sniffed.

“You are from here. SilverNight pack.” There. My smell gave me away. “But you also smell like a rogue.” Great! My other smell was giving me away as well. “And you are accusing me of being one? Hilarious.” He laughed and then he kept his eyes on me.

“Answer me when I talk to you.” silence. I was not saying anything. I didn't even know who he was. “Who are you? Are you mute?”

“Of course, you are not. You were so feisty a while back. What happened to all that energy? And why are you staring like a freak? What's your name? It's an order!” I blinked and what was I supposed to do with that order?

“Do you know me?” Was I supposed to?

“Are you…” His voice trailed off, and his eyes widened in realization. “You are the new girl. Rayne’s twin. That's you, right?” He suddenly asked, and my breath caught in my throat, and I stiffened. How did he know that so soon?

“You are.” A smile ghosted his face, and he looked even more alluring. “Then how are you so strong? I thought the lost daughter was rumored to be an omega. Fuck!” He cursed, rubbing his nose again, and then his eyes settled on me.

“How are you so strong? Your punches are—” He attempted to take a step closer to me, but I stepped back and then raised my fist at him, giving him a warning glare. Omegas were all known to be weaklings, but I was not.

“You’re getting defensive, huh?” He smiled but did not take another step near me again and just kept staring at me. His gaze made me feel so uncomfortable. The fact that I was standing in front of a handsome stranger who kept staring at me as he would devour me gave me chills.

“You are Sylas' daughter, and that means I will see you around again. See you some other time, Pixie.” He laughed, slowly shaking his head in amusement. I glared hard at him, watching as he walked away from me. Why did he just address my father by his name? Everyone here accorded him that respect as the Alpha. And the strange man’s nonchalance made me even more curious about his identity.