Ella“I told you that I can come alone,” I told Dalton, who was carrying my duffel bag. We were currently walking to the packhouse, and I was ecstatic when Dalton finally agreed to let me go. I told him that I could go by myself, yet here he was, walking me to the packhouse.“I can carry my own stuff,” I argued and tried to take my bag away from him. However, he placed it above his head so that I couldn’t reach it. I huffed in disappointment. I never thought that I was short. I’m 5’11, for god’s sake! But with him standing beside me, I felt so little. I clicked my tongue. Must be nice to be so tall.“I just can’t let you go all alone. What if you escape? Who knows what you’ll do if I let you go alone?”I sneered at him and walked faster. He attempted to talk with me while we were walking, but I ignored him all throughout the trip. I just realized this as we walked, but he’s such

Norman“Fuck! Why isn’t she answering her phone?!” I exclaimed in anger, pushing my table down the ground. Its contents scattered on the floor, the glass that contained some whiskey breaking into pieces.My servant replacements, Grace and Hunter, stood frozen near the door with their heads bowed down and their arms behind their backs. “Now, can you tell me why Ella isn’t answering any of my calls?! It’s been almost a month since I sent her out, but how come she hasn’t reported back to me?!” I threw a random canister on the wall, and it almost hit Hunter square on the face. We haven’t been making any progress because of Ella. That’s why I’ve laid out my frustrations on these two useless servants.“Answer me!” I screamed.Grace wiped the sweat on her brow and said in a shaky voice. “I—I don’t know, commander. But the last time I spoke to

HeraI really shouldn’t have said that. I was afraid that my happiness would come with a price, but I wasn’t expecting that it’d be this soon.We were only a few minutes away from our borders when a group of wolves started chasing us. Arlo initially wanted to fight them off, but they outnumbered us by a lot.“Shit. How many are there?” He asked with his hands on the wheel.I counted the wolves and cursed under my breath. “There’s eleven of them.”“Fuck,” he said, driving faster than before.“We need to trail them off,” I said.“Got it.” He shifted the gear then stepped on the gas harder. He turned the steering wheel completely to the right, causing us to drift into the forest. I turned around to see the group of wolves stumble and trip against one another.“This is our chance! Let’s leave the car and shift into our wolves,” I s

EllaI stayed in bed up until I didn’t hear any commotion from outside anymore. I didn’t think that I would be betraying them so early on. I quickly got up and changed into my clothes. I peeked outside the door to make sure that the coast was indeed clear. I walked with light steps towards their main office, glancing around from time to time.After much effort, I finally reached the office, only to find out that it was locked. Of course, I expected this, that's why I brought out the stolen key from my pocket. I turned the doorknob and was met with a clean office. I walked inside, suddenly feeling guilty for what I was about to do. I sat in front of the computer and cracked my knuckles. It was password-protected, and I had to think quickly if I wanted to get my objective done before somebody walked in. From what I know, this is Alpha Arlo’s current computer, so the password must be related to him.I wandered my eyes around, trying t

EllaI woke up in a cold and dark room, my body felt like its been hit by a 100-tonne truck. I tried cradling my head, but my arms were restrained by chains. I hissed when I felt the rusted metal touch my sensitive skin.“Are you finally awake, bitch?” I heard Norman say, followed by the room being illuminated by a small orange light. It flickered every now and then, darkening the atmosphere.I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light, and I finally saw that I was in the dungeons. Adjacent to me was my frail mom and a sobbing Maria.“Mom! Maria!” I tried reaching out to them, but it was of no use. I only incurred more cuts and bruises on my wrist. Forgetting the pain, I tried to break free. However, that was clearly impossible.“Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart,” my mother said in the soft voice that she always had.I looked at them and couldn’t help but feel tears falling from my eyes. “I&