ELEANORI wrap my shaking arms around my body, shivering from the cold. Daryl, the rogue guy who had purposefully dumped freezing cold water over my head, decided that it was too hot for me to handle a room without a single window in it, thus turning up the AC, to a point where even a bead of sweat would turn into rock-hard ice before hitting the floor. 'You should thank me, slut.' He had said with a cocky smirk in his stupid-ass face.I rolled my eyes inwardly and fought the raging urge to punch him and that stupid grin off his face. I hid my scoff and looked down on the floor, trembling with rage.Thanks my ass.I didn't want to give him the satisfaction from me complaining about the cold, so I decided to just zip my mouth shut if I wanted him to leave me alone.I bit back every ounce of anger and frustration as I waited for him to exit the room. After what seemed like one hell of an eternity with him staring down at me and calling me names, something that only weak, fucked up assh
ELEANOR's POVI'm.... pregnant?My trembling hands slowly went to press gently on my stomach, but then I felt a small movement from within and I gasped.I immediately pulled my hand back to my side and looked up to find Marcus staring at my covered stomach with his golden brown eyes, a glint of hatred and anger reflected from them making me take a step back."No," I whispered. Suddenly it all came to me. That dream, the persistent nausea, and increased appetite I was barely able to hold back. It bothered me almost every day, but I chose to ignore it, not realizing... I gasp and my heart races with a boltning speed.This changes everything... I tell myself while squeezing my hands into fists."Choose," Marcus states, his voice coming out deep and gruff as it reaches my ears.I press my lips thinly together before I felt my back hit the thick and hard wall. A chill snaked up my spine as I felt the ice cold surface of the wall, and I shuddered.Marcus walks over slowly to me, glaring dagg
ALEXANDER Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I buckled my belt and slipped my silver gun in my waist. I headed downstairs and out the door to see my grandmother's flashy lamborguini parked right out front. I checked out the car, skimming my eyes around it examining its craft and design. There's no doubt tt was the latest model. I hopped into the passenger seat, and slammed the door my way in."You ready, Al?" Imogen smirks at me, her hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel. I stare at her both in astonishment and disbelief. I've never seen her drive before. I only ever saw her stand quietly like a nice, pretty lady who would never be, of no doubt, be interested in cars or racing. And there I always thought old people would rather not get into any speedy car at all. Old human people, that is. Imogen here is a lycan, and not just any lycan, but a lycan with pure breed. I wouldn't have been surprised to see my grandmother Imogen step out of a flashy Ferrari 260, but to se
ELEANORThe first thing that came to my mind when I saw my mate, was to run into his arms and cry on his shoulders until I no longer could. To kiss him deeply and with so much passion until we've forgotten how to breathe, and to feel him hold me in his arms while he leans to my ear, whispering sweet nothings and telling me it was all going to be alright. All I wanted was to be caged in his arms, for him to never let me go. Until...the moment he took one step forwards in my direction, I realized I couldn't stay by his side just yet. First things first, I need to make sure the curse will not be passed on to our child, and Alexander's heir. I need to get rid of this twisted curse and make sure my son or daughter will live a normal life without it. From what I have experienced so far, being a blood red wolf and nothing but a bad omen to the pack, I guess I had the right to say that my child is better off a normal wolf than cursed. 'The life of a blood wolf, is no life for a child.' Ma
ELEANOR "Al!" The woman shrieks. I felt the urge to roll my eyes just at how dramatic the woman can be. Seriously, did she really think I can bring myself to shoot my own fated mate? Did she think I was that naive? Everyone knows what happens to a werewolf when one's mate is killed. Either one goes completely insane, or dies eventually within a short amount of time. I couldn't risk that. Especially not when I'm carrying his baby. Our baby. I thought to myself as I gazed deeply and longingly into his eyes despite how it looks like on the outside. As I pointed the gun at him, I made sure to tilt the gun towards the far wall behind him. He must have noticed this because his brows furrowed closely as he stared at my hand. While it might look like I was pulling the trigger, I had actually slipped my finger behind it, making it impossible to shoot a single bullet with my finger blocking the trigger. All of a sudden, I felt a heavy, dominating aura explode within the room, bringing Marcus
ELEANOR"Alex, wait!" I watched with my jaw dropped on the ground since they both shifted into their wolf forms and started to maul one another with seemingly no end. The woman standing on the other side looking at her fingernails looked like she had no intention on stopping them either, while I stood there panicking over what I should do. On the other side was Daryl looking up and gathering his bearings as he groped the floor. When he saw me looking, he glares at me and mumbles something incoherent. I narrowed my eyes at him. Knowing the asshole's personality he'll probably come back with some kind of plot up his sleeve. After all, he never once let me enjoy a brief moment of peace when I was all locked up in here alone, and starving. The sound of whimpering suddenly catches my attention and my eyes fell to my mate's magnificent wolf. They were having a really rough fight, and by the murderous look on both of their faces I knew this shouldn't keep going any longer than it should.
ALEXANDER 'Don't kill Marcus,' What on earth did she mean? I could tell something definitely has happened when she was alone with him. She even went so far as to point a fucking gun at me just so I would stay away from him. Come to think of it, when I first saw her in that room, she was trembling all over. Like she was....afraid. What trick did Marcus use to make her obedient this time? I don't think I can stop myself from killing him if something happens to Eleanor, though. I gave one look at Zeke and he nodded in understanding before the door burst wide open revealing Marcus and four other men dragging him butt-naked towards me. Marcus growls the moment our eyes met whilst I exuded my alpha aura, causing everyone within the area to halt in their steps and lower their heads involuntarily in submission. "You can stop." I tell the guards who immediately dropped his arms making him stumble on his feet before me. "Get off!" He shouts irritably. One of my men tossed his pants at
ELEANOR I woke up at nearly 3 am feeling terrible and extremely nauseated as I dragged my body out of bed. My stomach churned and gnashed my teeth in discomfort as I rushed towards the bathroom Twisting the door knob, I pushed my knees down the cold, tiled floor and gripped both sides of the toilet bowl. Closing my eyes tightly shut, I hurled and tried my best to vomit in a bid to ease the discomfort racking my brain at the moment. After a couple of minutes, I opened my eyes and looked down at the empty toilet bowl looking exactly the way it was before I knelt on the floor. It wasn’t surprising to see nothing but dripping saliva oozing from my mouth as I hadn’t eaten in what, two, three days? That was Daryl’s fault. Every time he came to my cell, he would toss the plate of food my way on purpose, causing it to spread all over the floor before I could catch it with my bare hands. There was really nothing left to eat after that. Sighing, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand when