All Chapters of Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll

As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought

"Yes, it was destroyed by someone before the event," he replied."What type of being is that man?" I asked, curiosity piqued."A human," he replied matter-of-factly."Is he one of the workers in the plane?" I asked, seeking clarification."No, he is not," he replied."Now that's confusing," I said, furrowing my brow. "It simply means that, as far as he's not a registered person, he's the one targeting someone and getting killed in the process.""Yes, I thought as much," he agreed. "But then I couldn't grasp the fact that, even though he was killed in self-defense, why didn't he or she report the case to us?" he declared, his tone laced with puzzlement."Except the person is a slave," He added, the implication hanging in the air."Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, except the person is a slave," I added, Daisy's image flashing in my mind."Listen, and I repeat, listen carefully," I emphasized, my tone firm. "This case should die with those who know about it and not be investigated further

I grabbed one of the plush towels, which looked and felt brand new, and wrapped it around my waist. The towel seemed small compared to my hips, but it would do. I stepped outside, and Sarah was still fast asleep.I took my time, doing everything I needed to do, including changing into fresh clothes. Yet, Sarah remained soundly asleep, oblivious to my activities.I was done with everything I wanted to do, and I put my things back in their place as I began to wonder: was she naturally a deep sleeper, or had she not slept at all last night? It's a known fact that light sleepers tend to sleep more deeply if they haven't slept the night before or for more than two days.I got out and sat down on the couch, deciding to flip through channels until I found something interesting to watch. My mind briefly wandered back to the events of the previous day, but I quickly pushed the thoughts aside. Maybe I'd confide in Drake about it later, but I hadn't made up my mind yet.As I watched the show, I

"Daisy, is there anything you're not telling me?" he asked. It took me a while to respond, and when I did, I simply said, "Yeah." "What is it?" he pressed. "The walls have ears," I replied. "Yeah, they do," he agreed, and we continued standing beside each other, lost in our own thoughts. As the minutes ticked by, Drake finally spoke up. "Let's go to my car." We got to his vehicle, got in, and his bodyguard stood guard outside. "I'm listening," Drake said, turning to face me. I was initially at a loss for words, unsure of how he would react to the secrets I wanted to share. What if he became angry or turned against me? What if he stopped talking to me? The thought of losing his friendship was unbearable. "Daisy, what did you want to tell me?" he asked. "I..." I stuttered, but before I could continue, the words tumbled out in a rush. "M