Foul Start Chapter 15 Novels & Stories

**Chapter 3: The First Betrayal** The air in the bar turned thick, like right before a storm breaks. Damien’s voice cracked across the room like a whip. “Elena, I said get away from him!” I couldn’t move. My whole body was pinned under the stranger’s stare, those golden eyes burning straight through me. The way he said mine, like it was already decided, like the universe had signed the papers, sent heat racing over my skin even while my heart was still in pieces on the floor.

Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was only beginning. Outside, unseen and silent, shadows moved in the distance. Eyes glimmered, scanning the horizon. The villains from the past were not far behind, and the chase had only just begun. Shadow seen outside the window—villains are tracking her. —END OF CHAPTER 1—

Flying at last. *** Meanwhile, a shape reclines naked and profane upon a great stone chair within the derelict mansion in the woods. It feels the girl’s presence below, senses her meddling: the night music is gone, the buried woman’s sweet torment and titterings ended. No more wails to be had— The feminine form touches herself and shudders deliciously upon her sculpted throne of mortar and bones.

"She fainted because her heat is starting, " ____ Sorry this is a really short chapter. The next chapter will be up soon :)

He continued fucking her trying to find his own while drawing out hers, he groaned pulling out moving her to her knees releasing his load in her mouth. - End Of Chapter 18: Jealous & Pleasure -

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

Her voice sent a chill down my back, raising every strand of hair on my body. "Mate." Milo and I growled back before staring at each other, a look of confusion in our eyes. No, surely this couldn't be right; we couldn't be feeling the same mate pull for the same wolf. The crowd started whispering among themselves; as Milo and I continued to stare at each other. "EVERYONE LEAVE!" The former Alpha Gerald shouted, breaking Milo and me from our trance. The crowd slowly started to disperse as Milo, the she-wolf, and I waited on stage, unsure of what to do in this situation.

Great! Dealing with one playboy was hard enough. Now, I have to face a flock! It can't get any worse than this! ---END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN---