Taken by the beast

MYRA’S POV.

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I was a werewolf.

It felt like the world was closing in on me after he told me that his bite had turned me Into a werewolf. I couldn’t grasp it, nor could I breathe, but the glowing silver orbs staring back at me from my reflection in the water pond said otherwise.

I jolted back and landed on my ass, my heart pounding. “This is a dream; this is just a terrible dream,” I muttered, yet no matter how I squeezed my eyes shut, the dread wouldn’t go away, and neither would he.

This had to be a prank, a messed-up one; it just had to be, but the burn on my wrist from where he held me earlier felt too real for me to say it wasn't real.

I looked at the male, his eyes watching me; maybe he thought I'd likely run away. As much as I wanted to, I hoped this was all a nightmare; the only thing my body wanted to do was throw up.

“No, no, this can’t be possible. I'm just a normal human. I have dreams of starting my practice to help animals. I cannot be a freaking werewolf?! You can't hold me here. I have my appointment today; I have to get to the meeting with my realtor—“

“Myra!” His voice boomed at me, his hands heavy on my shoulders. That's when I noticed my body still trembling as I turned to look at him. There was an odd, unreadable look in his eyes as he stared at me. Like there was conflict in what he was about to do.

”Please, please don't hurt me,” I begged just as I felt a stinging chop at my nape. It was swift and clean, and my legs turned to jelly as my body faltered forward, immediately caught by his large, brooding figure.

I was half awake when I felt him place me on his shoulders. With my arms swinging and body dull, I couldn’t move, like I was partially paralyzed, as he took me back into the unfamiliar woods that led to hidden trails into the dark cabin.

“Please tell me you didn’t kill her.” The female's voice rings with panic once more with a frustrated sigh as he drops me on the couch.

My eyes were shut close, but I could hear everything as I tried to trick my fingers into moving while I heard him talk with irritation.

“She was being stubborn. It was this way, or the latter, and no, I didn’t fucking kill her, not yet, if she is still useful. I need to know what she injected me with when I was unconscious; that might be the key to the Canix virus.”

”Alpha…”

”Don’t talk like there isn’t hope. I’m a living testament of my curse being gone, so do what you have to do, tear her open to find out; I don’t care,” he called, and my heart lurched at my throat. Stupid mutt bastard, oh god, he was annoying and ruthless. How could he say that?

I wonder how that lady copes with him when he’s trash. I finally maneuver my eyes and body to move. I groan out in frustration, my noise instantly bringing both their attention as they stare at me.

“Will you fucking sit still this time, or will I have to tie you with chains, human?” He called darkly, and I felt a deep chill in my bones. He wasn’t joking, and a part of me is sure I wouldn’t leave here without a broken bone if I tried to run out again.

“Look, I will cooperate with you; just don't rip me open to try to sell my organs. I'm just a normal human.”

”You were…” That sultry voice speaks one more time, and I turn my gaze to look at the female, and sunrise fills my gaze when I look up to her stature.

She was tall, inhumanly slender, and at least six feet with surreal black hair that was almost blue, her porcelain skin as pale as her lashes like bird feathers secreted shadows.

But what took my breath away was her pointy ears, not fucking human at all, and her coral dark eyes that were far too dark and irises too huge for a human. She was part of the freak show going on right now. Well, fuck me twice.

“My name is Sinsa. I'm the gatekeeper to the realm and the next, and a trusted guardian to the prince—“

”Enough, she doesn’t need all that; she isn’t part of us.” He growls.

Ouch. Talk about being a cruel douchebag.

My throat dried, and a painful feeling tugged at my heart. He was right; I wasn’t a part of whatever this was. I just needed a cure, and then I’ll “—ouch!” I jump as Sinsa had pricked a needle into my arm.

Her eye showed nothing surprised as she turned to the male. “Humans are very fickle creatures, aren’t they?” He called placing my blood into a vial contraption.

That’s when I look around, and I fully take in the space to see that I was in some kind of small lab. Well, this was better than being cut open.

I watched her brows slowly form into confusion as he looked at me and then back to the vial, like my blood had turned the once white substance gold.

”This is...I don’t know what this is,” she says to the notorious male who watches me with crossed arms, his gaze darkened at me, “but she isn’t supposed to exist in this place, or this world. This is a phenomenon I can’t explain…only ‘she’ could be able to explain it.”

”You know I can’t trust her, not after all this time, and Miss Myra will be seen as taboo if I'm to tell them the truth of how she’d turned; this has never been possible, and it could lead to death,” he hissed.

My hope deflated, and horror grew with each word.

Well, wasn’t this just great? Not only was I a werewolf, changed and bitten, but it was an abominable mistake that could potentially be killed to keep his secret.

My life was over.