TylerAs the voice comes to us and we all turn in unison to see who it is, we are surprised by the person standing by the doorway because that is the last person we expect to see here."Alpha Gavin," Jessica whispers, her eyes showing her surprise as we all look at the middle aged man who walks into the room.The Alpha speaks as he progresses further into the room. "I got a call from the Alpha who witnessed the fight between you and Jasper and he told me everything," he says to me. He shakes his head in disappointment and purses his lips before continuing to speak. "I don't even need to mention how disappointed l am in my son. I have always known that he is a rebellious one. But his mother ... she trusts him too much." He sighs. "But anyway, I feel like l owe you an apology, Tyler." He looks at me." For my son, I apologize to you for having put your mate in such a dangerous situation as that..." He trails off, as if unsure of what to say next.I keep quiet because I don't really know
TylerMy head starts hurting and whenever I close my eyes, I can hear screams in my head. The sound is not very clear, but it is there. It doesn't take me too much time to recognize the voice.-Chase, what is happening? I ask, and even my voice in my head is shaky and I fall on my knees, my entire body burning from the impact and there is just so much pain in my abdomen and my heart that I feel like I will throw up.I check if he is even there, and he is, but he looks and feels so paralyzed, as if he is in shock.-Chase? I whisper, and if possible, it hurts me even more to see him like that. His eyes are blank and he looks like he has seen a ghost. He looks like his hopes have been dashed and as if he can never be okay again.-What... what is happening? I ask again, and even though I know that it is her who I just heard in my head, I am in a kind of denial. I am hoping that he will tell me that she is okay and that I am just imagining things.But the way he is behaving... it scares th
JaylaWhen I was a kid, whenever I saw my father giving someone an injection, or whenever I got an injection, I used to cry so much. My parents always laughed it off and said that it was funny that I hated injections and blood despite my own father being a doctor. It made no sense to me really, but it did to them.I like science. I like the chemical aspect of it. But when it comes to blood and a syringe or any other sharp object, I usually run away.Never had I ever had a thought as a child that a day would come when I would be standing with that very syringe I had hated as a child in my hand, ready to kill someone to save my own life.My guess is that life works in quite unpredictable ways. Things we never think will happen to us, and things we never prepared for will happen. And we have to survive them. We have to weather the storm and come out at the end of it. That is how it is.When we are kids, we are so oblivious to the evil things which happens in the real world. It is as if
Jayla "Did you miss me?" he asks as he walks forward and further into the room, with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips, and a smug grin on his ugly face. Oh, how I would love to wipe it off. And I will. Soon. Very soon. I grit my teeth, my heart filling with immense hatred and disgust for the excuse of a man but I manage not to let what I am feeling show on my face. I can't let him know my true intent. I keep a blank face while I speak because that is how I want to play this out. "No, I didn't and I wish you never even showed up," I say.I want my words to anger him. Because I know that when he is angry, he takes rash decisions and lets his guard down a bit. I am capitalizing on that piece of information to further my plan.But my words don't anger him as much as I want, and my plan fails as he starts to laugh quite bitterly, the sound jarring my ears to the extent that I want to scream out loud in frustration. "Oh my God, you are so funny," he says, pretending to chuckle
Jayla I cannot allow my hands to shake now. I really can't afford to make any mistake at all even if it is a simple one. And I won't make a damn mistake. I will prove myself to myself till the end. I have to do this. And I will even if I die in the process. I smirk in his face, mocking his existence and his very being because he deserves it. He deserves even worse than that. I speak in a clear voice so that my words can enter into his brain and get to him. "Your death is just around the corner. You better be watching your back constantly before it creeps up on you without your knowledge. Or you can watch your front too. Do whatever works for you.""What the fuck are you saying, bitch?" he raged. "You are just spitting gibberish.""I am not. I am serious about it and very soon, you too will know it. But it might be too late for you then, though," I say then I laugh, the sound cruel in the small space of the cellar. I love the way I have succeeded in rattling this monster in front o
Jayla I hear his screams and cries because of the pain he is feeling and I feel immense satisfaction as I recall the times he used to cause me pain. The times I used to scream in agony just like he is doing now. Well, it is my turn to shine now, my turn to exact revenge on him for all what he did to me. And I will have a good time while doing it. His screams increase in their tempo amd he falls on his knees crumbling to the floor right in front of me."Women are not weak!" I growl at him, telling him the fact one last time in order to make sure that these are the last words he hears before dying. I want him to know that he made a mistake underestimating me and other women out there. He shouldn't do that in his next life, that is if he even deserves to have one. I smirk in victory as I see him wither to death in front of me. My eyes shine with tears of pride but I know that now is not the time to celebrate yet. I still have to run. I still have to manage to escape this place which i
JaylaA hand on the shoulder; that is exactly where everything starts from. A horror movie, a murder story, but apparently and rather ironically, I feel like it is where my life will start to end.I cannot see my face but I am quite certain that all the blood would have drained from it by now. All sorts of negative thoughts pass through my mind. This is too good to be true. I should have known that.But then I remind myself of the promise l made to myself and I tell my heart that I will not expend my time and energy in worrying. Instead, I will expend everything of it in fighting. I will fight for myself and not for anyone else this time. It is just me now.Taking a deep breath, I curl my hands into fists, ready to attack as I turn around to see the very flustered face of my very own Kendra.Before I even have time to register my relief, she grabs my hand and starts to drag me down the hallway."What are you doing, Ken? I was about to escape through the window..." I begin to say but
Jayla "I hate wars," I whisper silently to myself, thinking about how many people are in that situation right now."I..." I begin to say but then I notice that Kendra isn't saying anything behind me.Worrying, I turn around to see her standing there with a frozen expression on her face."Kendra?" I ask, shaking her but she still doesn't say anything despite my entreaties."Are you okay?" I whisper, giving her some time, thinking that she too is shaken from the intensity of the howl. But it doesn't take too long before a tiny whisper leaves her lips, bringing to my ears something that could change the course of her life."It was Megan."Megan is Kendra's mate who she has been searching for for years. The very mate was abducted and kidnapped away from her, just like I was too.Our situations are kind of similar except that Megan has a mate who cares for her. So when she heard Megan, it is obvious that she couldn't help but want to run toward her to save her. And I am not surprised eit