BLADE'S POV
I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork.
The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf.
"Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan.
The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.
She reminded me of my Brianne, who had also been fascinated by the horsemen fountain.
Brianne had loved it so much that she had spent most of her evenings watching the water fall righteously from the mouth of the horsemen down to it's basin.
Funny enough, the first time I had kissed Brianne was by the same fountain. It had been snowing that night, and i could still remember me taking off the snowflakes that had fallen on her wild red hair which were long and wavy.
Her green eyes had glittered and I could see the crescent moon from her mirror-like eyes. It had been one of the most magical moments in my life and I was sure she had felt the same too.
For a brief moment, I could see Brianne by the fountain with her eyes on me and waving to me to come join her.
Then just like that, she faded into thin air and the image of the young beauty by the fountain came into sight.
I could have watched further but the door to my room opened.
I gave one last look at the girl before walking back inside.
Susan had walked in with a small bag hung on her shoulder. "What were you looking at that's brought a smile to your handsome face?" She asked, smiling.
I sighed and went back to my window and glanced outside. The girl's eyes turned to me and for a brief moment i thought she could see me. But with the confusion and fear written all over her, i knew she didn't see me as she continued looking all around her, when I shut the curtains and walked away from the window. "I was looking at Brianne." I said, jokingly.
Susan had a faint smile on her face. "I didn't know you missed her so much."
"I didn't know that too." I said sincerely.
"So, where is she anyway?" She asked.
I walked over to a small couch which was the only belonging I had of my father.
I sighed loudly. "Honestly, I don't know. Last time I saw her was in my pack house in New-Yawk."
"That shouldn't be too long, by the way, you are just coming from there." She said casually.
"Actually it's been almost three years." I revealed to Susan.
"What? How?" She asked confused.
"Never mind, Susan." I said, hating myself already for abandoning my pack. "So, are you with the elixir?" I asked.
She reached into the small bag and brought out a small bottle. "This is it." She said, passing the delicate bottle to me.
I examined the bottle but my examination was quite short as there were no labels nor any thing on it. It was just a blank brown bottle.
"I hope this works." I said as I poured its contents into my mouth.
Susan watched me curiously, then she asked. "Is it worki…?" Before she could ask her question, I had spat out the elixir.
My mouth and throat were burning, so I hurried into the bathroom to thoroughly rinse off the poison I had just taken, then I walked out of the bathroom, fuming.
"Who gave this to you?" I asked Susan.
Trembling, she managed to utter. 'It was Lord Dexter himself." She replied.
"Dexter gave this to you?" I asked as I tried my best not to believe her.
"Yes. He gave it to me… directly into my palms. I'm not lying." She said.
"That wasn't the elixir." I said, pacing the room to ease my anger.
"What??" She asked, surprised.
"What he gave you was f*cking wolf's bane." I said in annoyance.
Susan gasped out in disbelief.
Just then I heard the door rattle and I immediately knew what was happening. I grabbed Susan by the shoulder and led her to the bathroom. "Stay in here and don't come out until you hear a knock twice on the door. Do you get me?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yeah." Then she went inside and locked herself in it.
I cracked my fingers and flexed my muscles as I awaited the intruders.
The door gave way and two men walked in. I recognized them immediately and a smile appeared on my face. They were two of Dexter's betas.
I understood Dexter's plans now. He had given me Wolf's bane instead of the elixir, so that I would be vulnerable and weakened when his two betas would come in to beat me up and probably bring me into his party to flaunt his success of defeating the forever detested Alpha Blade.
Unfortunately for him, I had been smart enough not to swallow it. The only effect it had on me was the burning and pain in my mouth which had gradually lessened
"Let me ask you this now that you both are alive." I said as I watched them bring out batons. "Was it your Alpha that sent you to me to die or is it just fate?"
They didn't respond but I got my answer. It was definitely Dexter.
As I had expected, the fight was brief and in a minute, I was knocking twice on the bathroom's door.
Susan walked out of the bathroom and gasped out in horror as she stared at the battered and bloody figures on the floor.
She ran to the door and shut it. Then she crouched down to check their pulses.
"Don't worry, they're alive." I said as I cleaned the blood on my face with a towel. "They're just unconscious."
She looked up at me. "Yeah, but if they're not taken to the hospital immediately, they will die."
"I don't care, Susie." I said to her.
"Please let me take them to the hospital. James has a one year old daughter and a pretty mate, who loves him and Jonah has a blind mother who depends solely on him." She said talking about the two half-dead men on the floor.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But after I'm done."
"Done with what?" She asked, rising up with her hands covered in blood.
I took water from the fridge and gulped in to satisfy my dry injured throat. "Let's say I have a party to attend downstairs."
As I walked out, Susan called me back.
"Please don't kill anyone." She pleaded.
"I'm not a killer." I said, smiling. "I'm just a nice guy, attending his dearest brother's party to add a little spice to it."
Emily's POVI grumbled as we waited patiently sitting on one of the chairs in the living room."Just hold on!" My mom scolded me. "He said he has something to show the pack. Be patient!""Great." I muttered. "Just when I thought this hell of a party was over."My dad gave me a warning look and returned his gaze to the Alpha who waited patiently for something… unknown to everyone."Oh, it's here!" Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life.The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless.It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper."Hello." He said
Dexter paced the wide hall, fuming in anger and occasionally throwing things around him away.His hands trembled with fury consuming him as he muttered curse words under his breath.Harrison Bugle, Dexter's beta and childhood best friend sat on a couch, whistling to the sound of his favorite country music, not bothered by his friend's troubled state.Dexter turned around to face Harrison. "Would you please stop that! It's both disturbing and annoying."Harrison stopped for a while then resumed.In annoyance, Dexter threw a pillow at him. "Just shut the hell up!""I would stop when you also stop pacing the hall, okay?" Harrison said, throwing the pillow back to Dexter. "Anyway, I don't even get why you're troubling yourself."Dexter's eyebrows raised as he stared at Harrison in surprise. "How can you say that? How can you say such when we are on the verge of losing everything we've worked for so many years?""How so?" Harrison asked casually."Oh my god!" Dexter said slamming his palm
Emily's POV I was reading 'Falling In Love With The Bad guy" when I heard Dad's car honking outside. Finally, the two old disturbances were back. Despite the coldness of the night, I heard Sandra scampering down the stairs, hurrying to meet Dad and Mum. That was something I really didn't understand —Why did my sisters love my parents so much? Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, mainly because everyone is meant to love their parents and also because they weren't abusive and they provided every thing I needed. I think that's enough reason to love one's parents. I closed the novel I was reading and quickly covered myself with my bedspread as I heard my mom's voice calling me from the stairs. "Emily!!!" She called out as she reached my door. As I had been expecting, she opened the door and waltzed in without even bothering to knock. "Emily?" I didn't respond. She sighed and then pulled the sheets above me. I yelped in shock. She frowned."
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