Chapter 1: The Life in Death Trigger Warning: Physical abuse and inappropriate scene. Read at your own risk. Elias’ POV A loud gasp escapes my lips as soon as the whip buries in my skin. It creates a searing pain I manage to endure. My hands forms into fists as I close my eyes, accepting the excruciating pain. It is as if a knife is drawing maps on my bare body. I am kneeling in front of Samael, the white-haired old man who own us as his runners. He is sitting comfortably on his one seated couch with his tobacco in between his blackened lips. He is a ruthless and lustful owner, as if we are not the one who bring him comfort and fortune. Sweat after sweat. Tears after tears. Blood after blood. After being beaten by his people, the sweat, tears, and blood flows uncontrollably on the lines of my back; streaming down and stops on my fresh sliced wound. “Aaah.” I wince, jotting my eyes close. It creates a searing pain I didn’t know it existed. For years I’ve been beaten because I ma

Chapter 3: The Recognition I wake up in a huge room I am not familiar with. The room is in plain black and the furniture are not only expensive at first sight, but also expensively organize and pleasing to the eyes. A long black settee, a king-sized bed, and a man firmly standing by the window. His upper body was naked, helping the blinds block the sun creeping in. My body stiffens at the realization. I immediately sit up and knelt down on the cold marble floor, slightly bow down. I was not supposed to be in bed. I was prohibited to even touch the mattress. After the realization, I was like a demon from hell who had been showered with holy water. I quickly got up and apologize for my intrusion. But, on the other side of my mind, I had to lift my eyes. His upper body is muscled and toned. Seeing him this closely with a clear mind, I felt that I had known him before. Not in the abandoned underground building, not anywhere else. It is as if my heart recognized the alpha of the town.

Chapter 5: The Wife “Bring him into the dungeon.” His order is too cruel. My eyes went bigger as he did not even reconsider listening to my words. I want to be heard but why could not give me the benefit of the doubt? “Alpha, I really did not do something bad. I am sorry if I crossed the line.” I knelt down and bowed my head on the floor to be forgiven. I do not want to use my last card but I think I need it. “I am a healer myself. Although I came from the syndicate, I know what is right and wrong. I know I will be pusnish if I cause you harm. What I did to you is not something the cause of your death. I am sorry but I sipped the bad energy inside you.” “What? Bad energy?” Andrius and Shahida came. I glance at Shahida and asks for help through her eyes. “What do you mean bad energy? Do not lie, slave. The alpha is just fine and his illness is attacking him. Why would we believe your nonsensical claim?” Andrius asked angrily. Even the alpha’s second in command did not believe in

Chapter 7: The Lady Isabelle I am kneeling nervously in front of Lady Isabelle in her office. It has been minutes since she slapped me in the hallway that I did not know the reason why. I could not lift my chin to face her. I heard a clicking of the spoon against the mug. “Do you know why I did that?” she spoke, emphasizing each word she uttered. “If it is about the cockroaches, Lady Isabelle, it was not me. I slept last night without knowing where your room is. I spent the night at Shahida’s and did not leave there until dawn. I am telling the truth.” “How dare you lie in front of the alpha’s wife?” She raised her voice impeccably, her veins popping on her fair neck. Never did cross my mind that the refine young woman in front of me could be this cruel. Shahida must be right. She is not the person whom everyone meet every day. Lady Isabelle must have misunderstood me being with the alpha that night. Perhaps, that was the reason she bursted out and not the cockroaches. But, I wan

Chapter 9: His Hug ELIAS’ POV “I can’t believe him. Is he really my brother? Why is he so stupid?” Shahida had been complaining the moment we reached her room. She continuously speak ill towards her brother as I close the door shut behind me. “You know? Why can’t he see Isabelle’s two-faced act? Even a child could recognize it from afar.” She kept on questioning his brother’s decision with things around the mansion. I wondered if Shahida was like this even before; she knows how to judge a person quickly and I don’t think she’s being irrational. After meeting Isabelle that day, I have come to my senses that she is not a normal wife of the alpha in this house. She is actually intimidating and menacingly evil in all aspect of her body. The bed lunged down as Shahida sat down on it and scrunched her face in annoyance. She looked like the older sibling among them. The difference between these two are Shahida looked the situation subjectively, while Apollo looked at it on the objecti