Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE OMEGA'S RETURN: Her Second Life Under The Moonlight.: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Erica's POV. “You don't know who you're dealing with, do you?” He snarled. His brothers stood behind him, watching us. “I don't care about who or what you are,” I summoned the courage to say, forcefully pulling away from his grip, as my bone cracked…it hurt, but I tried not to show it. He leaned closer, the tip of our noses almost touching. “Too much attitude for a bitch.” He said, and sniffed once, “An Omega…so impudent.” He tsked, and his brothers chuckled. Embarrassment clothed me, as I didn't even know what better response to give. I fidgeted, as I held the hem of my dress, dragging my teeth up across my bottom lip as my chest heaved up and down in bottled rage. “And what's the name of your pack?” He asked. And it hit me that I hadn't really thought about it, ever since I woke up from whatever… “ Lemme guess. Packless? Orphan?” He laughed harder, that hot tears welled up in my eyes… It dawned on me sooner than I had expected, I didn't have a pack…I was a lone

Erica's POV.“You little piece of shit, you look just like your father.” Uncle Red pointed his gun at me.“What are you doing?!” I asked, as I moved back in fright, tipping over the bags of onions, and scrambling up on my feet almost immediately.“Let's see if you'd heal like the others.” His index finger rested on the trigger, ready to pull it.“What are you talking about? Get away from me!” I yelled, hoping that Granny Tessa would come and make it clear to her brother that I wasn't one of the cattles in his ranch.“You actually think that innocent face of yours would get you any chance? Ohh I swore never to hunt again, like in the good old days, but you — it would be a shame to the Hunters code, letting you out alive under my roof.” He said through clenched teeth, hate burned like flames in his eyes.I advanced towards him, in attempt to snatch the gun from him, but somehow he had managed to pull the trigger, striking my right thigh with a bullet, I roared, as I could feel it penet

Erica's POV. My feet touched the ground, as Jason let me down, avoiding my gaze. He probably hated me now. I looked down at my feet, feeling like a traitor, but I knew deep down that I'd saved the peace at least. And just like a puff of wind, he vanished. I sighed, looking at those three. “Are you people just going to stand there?” I asked, barely above a whisper…I limped two steps towards Reynold and he just walked back to the limo far behind them, making himself comfortable inside. “So you're my mate. I least expected such weak efforts to save yourself that you had to call on an enemy for help.” Robert tsked, nodding his head in disappointment. “I…” My words trailed off. “You…” He said, expecting me to finish. “I howled,” I blurted, as tears welled up in my eyes. No. This was no time for tears, I'd rather die than let a single tear drop. “And we came.” He replied. “Well you came late!” I yelled, “I'd be dead even before you arrive.” I added, as I balled my

Erica's POV. “And what do you think you're doing?” Reynold asked, and my hands stopped abruptly, as my eyes stared back at him. This was his order I was carrying out, or wasn't it? “Taking off the shirt,” I replied with a slight shrug. “Then you should be in the bathroom doing that.” He said, frowning like I had done something wrong. “What?” I folded my arms across my chest, “You've never seen a naked woman?” I wanted to laugh, but I let out a scoff, smiling instead. Silence. He walked up to me, grabbing my hand by the wrist, as he leaned closer to my right ear… “ Unlike every woman I've seen, you…make me nauseous.” He said, in a low, cold, and stern voice. I couldn't take it anymore from him. How easily words hurts me…I was still the too soft hearted type, and I wondered if that's what they called weak… I wanted to say something, at least give him a piece of my mind like I would easily do if it was Robert standing before me, but the right words never came. I cou

Erica's POV.He came closer, and bent over, as he trapped me in with his arms resting on the sofa, his lips hovering against mine. His eyes shut for a moment, already imagining one of the beautiful scenes in his head, a scene I knew we would never play.I slapped him hard that I could feel his bone crack, he bit his lower lip trying to suppress his anger and hide his embarrassment. He stared at me for long, so long that I could feel beads of sweats forming on my face.“Listen to your brothers Ronald.” I managed to say, forcing a lump down my throat as I remembered what he looked like when killing me was his only motive.I sighed, a very deep sigh as he slowly retreated, standing straight and walking out without any word…well it was the silence that scared me more.***Just for one time, I thought to myself. Being kept in the house where all I could do was eat and sleep, was something I became fed up with.But they wouldn't let me pass the gates, not that they watched my every move pe