บททั้งหมดของ Zeus - The Alpha of Hatred : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"Ana!" A scream pierced through the ringing in my ears when the world spun in a swift motion right before I landed on my back. The sound of shattering glass rained around me. But not a single shard touched my skin, no pain bloomed through my flesh. Although something else burned through me.Unusual heat.Powerful arms. One secured under my waist and another at the back of my head. My eyes snapped open, meeting solid greens. Unlike their usual cold, brooding mien, they now stared intensely, granting me a peek at raw, feral energy, and... disbelief. So, so much of it. Why would he think no one would do that for him?Dark brows plunged deep, but the eyes that stared back weren't the jagged green anymore but soft blue, the color of the sky on a warm day, echoing one question in my head. Did my father think why no one was doing that for him while he took his last breath in that road?The fogginess of the situation bled into reality, and panic mixed with guilt and sorrow from the past,

"Mr. Valerious?" I marveled.Stepping back, I checked the room number.That's where Jaxon texted me to come meet him. Then what was the professor doing here? Maybe he chose the wrong classroom. A flare of hope rushed through me at the thought. "I'm sorry, Professor. I'm in the wrong place. I'll leave-""You're not," he spoke, not glancing my way. "Come in and close the door." "Huh?"Confusion kept me frozen in place. I couldn't grasp what he meant. Where was Jaxon?"Don't make me repeat myself, Ms. Miracle. It won't be good for your grades." My eyes widened, and I snapped out of my trance. Hurrying inside, I closed the door and stopped before his desk. "But, Professor, I don't understand. Jaxon was supposed to tutor-" "He won't. I will. Sit down." The crass way he spoke grated on my nerves. "I thought you didn't want to tutor me."He was out of his chair and before me in a heartbeat, my body backing against a table."Either I tutor you or no one else. Now take a damn seat," he

"What the!" I blurted, dumbfounded. Why did he chase me down like a freaking creeper? Then his command registered in my mind. To give me a ride? Huh? I stared at him for another moment, sitting with my legs spread on the pavement, my lips parted in pure bewilderment, and my groceries scattered about like a tornado chewed me in, didn't like the taste, and spat me back out. He didn't move, didn't even look my way. His eyes were fixed ahead, one of his leather-cladded arms firmly holding the steering wheel. I had never seen him in leather before. The midnight biker jacket loosely hugging his large frame and almost bursting at the biceps. He looked ten years younger wearing that.Until I glanced up at his face, the scowl still intact in its place, if not turning scarier by time with each tick of his jaw. My mind pivoted to the video, drawing back the terrifying mien of his face, and goosebumps rose up the length of my back. Breathing heavily, I brought my legs up and sat on a crouching

I straightened against the wall, the murderous energy radiating off him chilling me to the bones. What would he do if I told him? Kill them too? When I didn't answer, he spoke again, enunciating each word through gritted teeth, "Anastasia. Who. Hurt. You?" I stilled, my heart skipping a long beat. This was the first time he called me by my first name, and the sound as if engraved itself in my memory, echoing inside my head like a seraphic melody. Something bubbled in my chest, a fluttering sensation, so in contrast to the raging fear clawing at my gut. But I shouldn't feel like this. Mr. Valerious wasn't any better than those guys. He too found pleasure in hurting me, making me cry and insulting me in front of everyone. He had no right to demand anything from me let alone get revenge on my behalf. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out, my lungs feeling scratchy. So, clearing my throat, I tried again, my bottom lip quivering. "Wh-What is it to you? You must be happy to s

The silhouette of a monstrous creature clawed out of the shadows, its phantom fangs dripping with a venomous darkness that seeped into every fibre of my bones. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. Then the fog lifted, and it crawled out of the bushes. I gasped. It was a wolf. My wolf. Blood. So much of it smeared all over his face as though he just killed someone. He did. The other wolf that attacked me before now hanging from between his teeth, torn and lifeless. Slowly, he opened his mouth, and the body collapsed to the ground with a thud. His head tilted in that animalistic way before his eyes turned red, and he snarled, long, thick canines extended. He lurched. A scream pierced through my lips as I sat up abruptly, my head hitting the chairtop behind. I groaned, rubbing the spot and looking around my empty house, the sound of my loud breathing echoing off the walls. A dream. It was a bad dream.I jumped when a blaring noise startled me again, my heart skipping a beat. Clut