"Loved Until Death" was no mere love drama, but an actual documentary of a woman who was infatuated with her high school crush. As the years passed, so did her obsession with him grow, but the man of her desire rejected her countless times. Eventually, she snapped and devised a plan to kidnap and torture him up to the point where he fell victim to Stockholm syndrome.
She held him captive for three years until, fortunately, she became the main suspect in his disappearance and was ultimately caught. During the raid, as the police barged into her cellar, they found the woman sitting on her captive's lap, willingly holding her by the waist. She threatened that if the police came any closer, she would take both their lives. During the negotiations, the kidnapper was about to fulfil her promise when she was shot, and the man was saved. Unfortunately, the woman had psychologically ruined him to the point of no return. Two months after the incident, he took his own life, claiming he wanted to be with his love.
"Something tells me you have read that book," Bellinor said as he became aware of Alinta's uneasy gaze.
The woman snapped out of her thoughts and then replied uneasily, "Y...yes I have."
"A very interesting documentary, don't you think my darling?" asked Bellinor, grinning extensively the moment Alinta looked into his eyes.
"I for one think it's very tragic, no creature should be forced to love someone, no matter how the other feels about him or her," Alinta replied in her cold voice, trying very hard to conceal her uneasiness.
"But the question remains. In the end, did he learn to love her? Did she truly manage to capture his heart? Was it pure love from his side? A mere human woman, able to make a man love her so much he could not live without her. The mind and heart are fascinating things!" Bellinor responded too enthusiastically for Alinta's taste.
"Here you go Mr. Crassus, enjoy your Sunday," Alinta said and quickly turned her back and shot off.
"I think we must head back home via the back door and ASAP," Angela snorted in Alinta's mind.
"Ahead of ya, before anything else happens," Alinta hyperventilated anxiously. She started to run straight for the exit. Once at a distance, Alinta was able to relax once more but continued to walk at a rapid pace.
"What the fuck just happened back there?"
"I couldn't agree with you more Ange, that was just too creepy, it is the first in a long time he casually spoke to me like that, and where was Jenny? She never leaves the desk without leaving a note!"
"Don't ponder too much on it, let's just get home," Angela advised, Alinta mentally agreed and continued walking on.
Alinta is a twenty-nine-year-old werewolf with striking red hair and almond-shaped forest-green eyes. She has a medium build; while she isn't particularly athletic, her curves are in all the right places. Like humans, shifters come in various shapes and sizes, some beautiful and others not, though beauty is, as the saying goes, in the eye of the beholder.
Werewolves are somewhat stronger than the average human and possess a second spirit in the form of a wolf. This wolf can communicate with other wolves when they are nearby, or, if befriended, can establish communication over long distances. The wolves also reside in a spirit realm that resembles a beautiful forest designed according to their character. Werewolves have the ability to swap bodies or minds with their wolves and can exist in the spirit forest in either their wolf form or human form.
Unlike humans, shifters have destined partners. When such a partner exists, werewolves instinctively know how to find each other, regardless of the distance separating them. Upon reaching maturity, a fated mark in the shape of a crescent moon appears on their chest, which is visible only to other shifters. When the fated couple accepts each other and becomes one, this crescent moon transforms into a full moon. If they mark each other, their partner's name will become visible in the centre of the full moon. These beings have a lifespan of 450 to 500 years, which means that werewolves take longer to produce offspring to maintain balance in the world.
The government is aware of their existence, as well as the existence of all mythical creatures. They have agreed to keep this knowledge a secret on the condition that these beings cooperate in maintaining order and peace among all living creatures. This agreement stems from a tumultuous history; when humans discovered the existence of shifters in the past, chaos erupted, leading to war—a chapter of history best forgotten.
Some werewolves prefer to live in their wolf form, roaming the forests, while their human counterparts may reside more in their subconscious or take turns assuming wolf form. Werewolves are free to travel wherever they wish, provided they respect human laws when entering human territories and do not shift into their wolf forms. Each magical race has their own land and territory, allocated to parts of the world which are not documented or written on contemporary human maps.
Alinta lived in a small werewolf town called Umbre Vally, a friendly and close-knit community consisting of various families, both large and small, exactly like how humans reside in their distinct communities or culturally influenced groups. However, Alinta was not part of any specific group. She had lived in the same town her entire life, growing up in a cottage with her mother on the rural outskirts of the forest.
Alinta preferred to be a lone wolf, keeping her distance from other civilians. The only time she ventured into town was for work or to visit her friends. Alinta held the position of the town's librarian, a job she enjoyed immensely. It allowed her to remain somewhat isolated from others while having access to all the books she loved to read as she waited for the day to pass. Her income was sufficient to cover her necessities, and she was content. A responsible werewolf, Alinta had opened a savings account at the local bank where she would deposit money for any emergencies.
Living alone meant she only had to take care of herself and her mother's memory. After her mother passed away from organ failure nine years ago, Alinta inherited a substantial amount of money, but she used it solely to maintain the cottage and her mother's grave. Alinta was the type of werewolf who mostly kept to herself and had only a small circle of close friends.
"Ange, do you mind if we shift and you take over? I'm not feeling too strong," requested Alinta, out of breath.
"You sound terrible, Als, sure go rest," Angela responded concerned.
"Thanks," Alinta replied. With those words, she immediately teleported into her spirit realm. She made her way to a beautiful silver river, her favourite spot, and decided to rest there. Lying on the cool, lush grass with her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the flowing water.
"How are you feeling Als?" Angela's voice sounded.
"Strangely, as soon as I got here, my headache disappeared. Are you feeling anything?"
"Yeah, as soon as I took over, I started to get your headache. It's weird; it should have disappeared once I shifted, but it's not getting any better. I can manage, though; my pain threshold is much higher than yours," she said with a playful smirk as she quickened her pace.
"I hope our body isn’t getting sick! I've been so careful!" Alinta complained dramatically, throwing her hands over her eyes. After a few seconds of silence, she added, "Oi, are you okay? Do you need to switch places?"
"I need... to... focus. Just about half a kilometre... left," Angela breathed heavily. Alinta closed her eyes to connect with her wolf, sensing Angela's discomfort. She tried to channel some of her energy to help ease the pain. She could see Angela's vision beginning to blur, and fear started to set in—something was not right.
"Almost there..." Angela panted, and Alinta saw a familiar wooden structure approaching. Just as she recognized it was her porch, darkness overtook them. Normally, Alinta would have been able to switch back as her wolf body reverted to her human form; it was a safety mechanism, a perk of having two bodies and souls. But strangely, darkness engulfed both of them.
The bus stopped at the gas station for a refill, allowing passengers to stretch their legs. Still in his seat, Orion hunched over while grabbing at his chest; he grunted as he clung to his heart."Please, I pray, let me endure all this pain he is inflicting on her! Don't let her suffer anymore," Orion desperately cried. He knew that monster was hurting Alinta; what made it worse was that this happened multiple times a day. "He is hurting our fire lily again," Silas snarled helplessly as he nestled close, encircling Angela. "This is a lot worse than the last ones. What in the hell is he doing to her?" Orion exhaled in complete dread as his spirit continued to weaken. “I hope we find our beloved soon,” Silas whimpered. "The moment my feet touch that soil, we are shifting to our two-legged Lycan beast and finding that creature!" Orion grunted, now clawing at his heart. “You will need your strength for when we get there. Mind you, it was only yesterday you woke, and today we lef
At this point, Alinta abandoned the idea of playing the good prisoner and gaining Bellinor's trust. He was going to hurt her either way; all that was left was to fight back."I knew I should have trusted my gut, you are a fucking grotesque bastard!" she shouted as she elbowed his ribs and kicked his shin. Bellinor only laughed darkly at her ineffective attacks while he wrapped his strong arms around her, pinning her against him. She was so weak and helpless that it humoured and somewhat bettered his mood."This is not love; it’s a fucking illness! You have lost your fucking mind! Orion is my true mate! You did something to my bond with him! You are the reason Angela is gone!" she screamed in a voice Bellinor had never heard before. It was raw and of pure abhorrence.Bellinor grabbed Alinta by the neck, causing her to choke while slowly turning her around to face him. She did not struggle; she did not want him to enjoy her suffering anymore. His eyes were violet, and she knew Onyx was
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of sexual assault, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Many agonising hours later, Bellinor flung the heavy steel door open, creating a loud boom as it hit the wall. He walked to a view of Alinta, clinging to her knees against her chest. She had bags under her red eyes and was visibly trembling at the sight of him.He gave her a loving smile, then proceeded to lift and carry a large bucket of steaming water inside while an elegant toiletry bag hung over his shoulder. He placed the bucket gently beside the bed and set the bag on the bedside table. He turned his gaze towards his prize. He felt disheartened when Alinta's wounds had not healed, finally confirming that she was indeed wolfless."Morning, my darling," Bellinor greeted utmost tenderly, but Alinta only looked at him in complete fear, whilst clasping her knees tightly. Bellinor kept smiling at her as if nothing was wrong. He turned hi
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of abuse and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Alinta's head was killing her; everything from the hotel became a blur. She could only feel strong arms holding tightly onto her. Foggy images appeared of Bellinor's face looking contentedly at her. She would open her eyes with difficulty, only for them to be forced shut again due to the relentless migraine she was experiencing.The final flash was her feeling as though she was floating. The sound of eager steps hitting a stone floor made its way to her ears. Her thoughts became her own, but her body did not respond as she had hoped. Her chest was on fire, and her whole body was aching.She heard deep breathing accompanied by an anxious heartbeat. She tried to move again this time, but all she could do was slightly open her eyes to behold a blurred view beneath Bellinor's chin as he looked before him with a determined expression."Be
Gradually coming out of his enforced slumber, Orion pinched his eyes to his relentless splitting headache. He was confused and disoriented as he groggily released a groan of helplessness."Ah, you are finally awake," sang a snarky voice sarcastically.With difficulty, Orion looked towards where the voice came from. As soon as his vision cleared, he suddenly realised he was in a jail cell. Standing on the other side was a short and stout police officer with an unimpressed expression on his face.As soon as Orion became aware of his surroundings, he frantically got up and stumbled towards the steel bars. "Please, officer! You have to return to the hotel! There is a woman, Alinta Ull, who is in danger! Help her, please!""Your mate?" the officer asked dismissively."Yes!" Orion cried desperately."You can cut the crap. We know the truth, home wrecker," the policeman barked."She is my mate! That man did something to her fated mark! Please, he is hurting her!" Orion cried anxiously as he
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of rape, abuse and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Alinta was glad Angela was not there to witness and experience this ghastliness. She was terrified of Bellinor's deranged and angry side."I can't get enough of you!" he grunted and continued to raid her mouth while attacking her captured breast. He moved one hand to her backside, sensually stroking and pinching each cheek. His fingers slithered to her folds. Alinta jerked her head away at the sudden intrusion."What are you doing?" he roared angrily."I-I am sorry you took me by surprise," Alinta quickly explained in fear."You are fucking teasing me, Alinta!" he spat, displeased, as he glowered at her. He angrily flipped Alinta around, shoved her flat on her stomach, yanked her rear in the air and mercilessly took her from behind."Please, Bellinor!" Alinta cried, begging for him to stop."Oh my fucking divinity, you are all