Semua Bab The Lycan's Hunt: Bab 1 - Bab 10

ANNATORIAWhen the guards entered the castle, my eyes were still closed. But the chill in the room caught my attention. It was severe. It threatened to slice my bones. Despite this, my eyes remained closed. When I face this Lycan dude, I want to put all my guts into it. If possible, I would love a chance to tame him with the experimental chemical tucked between my breasts. After the wolves walked for a while, a door was flung open, the hinges creaking with the need for lubrication. “Great Lycan, we've brought the spy,” one of the beasts announced once the echoes of the creaking door died down. “She is a stubborn one.”They tossed me like a rag, and I shivered. The increased cold felt like a whisper of danger that would destroy my soul until nothing was left. I sighed hard. Things were not going as I imagined.After some deep breaths, I sat up, opened my eyes and almost yelped because I thought I had gone blind. The stark darkness around me was intense, if I had not seen a faint l

ANNATORIA I am still here. In W.O.O.T. Days have passed, and I am still yet to believe that my experience at the Lycan's den was just a dream or a figment of my imagination. I can recall every bit of memory in that place. I can still feel that piercing cold in my system. My body still remembers how it hated the Lycan's touch. So, how come? Why does no one in the agency doesn't believe me?Okay. Chill, Annatoria.I think I need to retrace my steps. But what is there to retrace? I don't have any recollection of what happened after I lost consciousness while between the Lycan's legs. If the werewolves placed me in that movie theatre, that would be strange. Those beasts never let go of their victims, not to mention a spy who came to infiltrate their system. So, what is the deal here?!How did I go from squirming beneath the Lycan to suddenly appearing in a movie theatre of all places? That too, unconscious. Will I ever be able to solve this mystery? Should I risk appearing crazy t

ANNATORIACould he be the CEO? Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, who has always managed to evade the public eye?With this much gorgeousness and charismatic aura, how did he hide himself for so long? He is just so alluring. But wait… What's with my body?I can feel my pussy heating up with desire. The desire to be touched by this man- a thoroughly, utterly, complete stranger. I don't know why, I doubt I would figure out why, but I just want to close the gap between us and kiss those pinkish lips till my soul is satisfied. I want those big, veiny hands mapping every part of my…God, Annatoria! What is wrong with you?“You must be Annatoria Smith.” His savoury voice added to the chaos building within me. My legs could have turned jelly if I wasn't firmly holding on to the little shred of dignity I had left. “You are welcome to the Innovation Team.” Even his smile makes me want him to do things to me. “I am Darius.” He stretched his hand. “Darius Thorne.” I was right. The radia

ANNATORIAUgh… My head keeps aching.Forcing myself to eat and take medication before leaving the apartment didn’t help. And it’s all thanks to that nightmare, lurking and growing in the shadow of my thoughts, scaring me into worrying that I would experience that piercing iciness again. My lips scrunched in annoyance, I massaged my forehead to relieve my pain. Of course, that didn’t work. So, after the automated barricade before me approved my ID, I decided to ignore the pain. Ignoring my pain is easy stuff. It worked for me during my sixth and most memorable mission. I was shot by an idiot drug cartel leader, but I ignored the sting until I securely tied him up minutes later. So, with a mind determined to survive my headache, I inhaled, exhaled and straightened my posture. Then, headed into the elevator, which slid open before I could press the open button. After someone walked out, it was just me and a suited man standing in a corner. Seconds later, the door slid open again, a

ANNATORIA When the meeting finally ended, I headed to the break room that Kaelen briefly mentioned to get something to drink, preferably water. The hues of the break room appear similar to the main office- simple yet experimental. Upon entering the room, the little anger within me was relieved. This must be why Thorne Innovations is one of the best. They design rooms that speak to people. And at the risk of sounding contradictory, I might start taking my intern job seriously. Who knows. Maybe when I decide to retire from W.O.O.T., I will find joy in this line of business. Alright. That’s enough thinking about the future. I walked past the restaurant-like table and chair setups, opened the fridge and reached for two bo