Third person's POV
The little boy noticed the girl's fear and quickly opened his arms to hold her.
In a childish voice, he said, "Don't be afraid."
He covered the girl's ears with his small hands, trying his best to soothe her fear, as she wasn't as brave as him.
The thought of their father possibly dying in front of them like that dog made tears fall uncontrollably.
She was scared, truly terrified.
In this world, she only had her father and brother left. If something happened to her father, what would they do?
The sea breeze howled wildly over the sea surface, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks seemed close at hand.
The siblings had an instinctive fear of the ocean since they were little.
As they heard more and more people running towards them, the little girl bit her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.
Not far away, a huge cargo ship was anchored. At the moment the gunshots mingled with the
Third person's POVTabitha's eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly.She had just drifted off to sleep but had awakened suddenly for no apparent reason.Instinctively, she got out of bed and looked around. The sea was calm, with barely any waves. There was no sound around her. How, then, had she woken up?It was late. As Tabitha pushed open her door, she saw a man smoking not far away.In the days they had spent together, she had never seen Wilmot smoke, but there he was, leaning against the railing.The corridor was dimly lit, making it hard to see his face, and his body was largely shrouded in darkness.The only visible things were the glowing red tip of his cigarette and the outline of his long fingers.His entire aura was different from usual, like a cold moon encircled by dark mist, exuding an eerie and mysterious vibe.The moment he saw Tabitha, he flicked his finger, and the cigarette butt arced through the ni
Third person's POVThe little boy's face bore several scratches, and his small fingers were covered in wounds. Those tender little hands, stained with blood, were heart-wrenching.As Captain applied medicine to his injuries, the boy stood still, tears welling up in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back.Captain stared at the boy for a while, feeling as if he recognized him as he reminded him of someone.After cleaning their wounds, Captain asked several questions but received no answers.After eating and drinking her fill, the little girl's head bobbed like a chick pecking at rice, and she fell asleep within minutes.The boy was clearly exhausted but stayed alert, watching Captain."You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you. What's your name? Did you get lost from your mom and dad?"The boy remained silent, not revealing a word.Captain sighed, "I've never seen such a vigilant child. Alright, I won't ask a
Third person's POVThe kitchen wasn't on this deck. The cargo the ship was transporting wasn't alive or fresh food products.Under normal circumstances, the smell of blood should not have appeared out of nowhere.However, thinking of the gunshot last night, Wilmot became more vigilant.He would not overlook any opportunity that could potentially harm Tabitha.After preparing breakfast for her, Wilmot quickly headed to the surveillance room.He figured that by checking the surveillance footage, he should be able to clear up all his doubts.The crew member in charge of monitoring the cameras was fast asleep, snoring loudly.Wilmot skillfully operated the equipment, starting to review the footage from half an hour ago.His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, but he found that the surveillance system had malfunctioned, making it impossible to retrieve any relevant records.It was clear that someone had tampered wi
Third person's POVThey were about to enter the perilous area known as the Demon's Abyss.Wilmot was determined to eliminate the lurking danger.He believed that the intruder was hiding in the storage room. He wouldn't dare to come out.The storage room, which only contained some maintenance tools and was seldom visited, was the perfect hiding place.As Wilmot pushed open the door to the storage room, a pungent and musty odor assaulted his senses.It was mingled with a faint scent of blood.With the approaching evening and an overcast day, the entire sea was shrouded in darkness, and the storage room on the lower deck was pitch black.The only sound was the waves crashing against the ship, making the room eerily quiet.Wilmot stepped cautiously into the room, his intuition telling him that the person he was looking for was there.Wilmot knew that that man was like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for
Third person's POVThe owner of the mask was none other than Lucian. Lucian squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the tall man before him.This man bore some resemblance to Derek, though Derek was more robust and burly than this individual.His gaze lingered on Wilmot's face. That was a face devoid of any distinctive features, a face he had never encountered before.Could it be that he wasn't here to kill him?"Do you know me?" Lucian asked, puzzled.Hearing the voice, Wilmot stepped forward, grabbing Lucian's collar with a cold stare. "Tell me, how did you end up here?"Lucian found this man's attitude quite odd. If he were one of the people pursuing him, he would have seized the opportunity to blow his head off, rather than wasting time with questions.Who could he be?The kick Wilmot had delivered earlier had landed squarely on Lucian's wound, causing it to tear open and bleed, staining his clothes red.Before Wilmot
Third person's POVCaptain had no time to explain in detail and hurriedly left.Ayla looked at Helios with a face full of worry, but Helios ignored her, staring intently at the chess piece Captain had last placed on the board.Knowing the threat of the double "Bishops" ahead, he still moved forward.This game of chess was a dead end, no matter how it was played."Helios..."Helios had heard about pirates from Lucian. In his perception, pirates were inhumane and treacherous individuals who committed all sorts of evil for the sake of seizing resources.They were the bullies of the sea.The cargo ship transporting mineral materials became their target.It seemed that this time, Captain was in big trouble.He was aware of the danger but lacked the ability to prevent it.What he could do now was to find Lucian quickly and have Lucian take them away before things got worse.At just over two years old, Heli
Third person's POVTabitha instinctively glanced at her watch. At this usual hour, Wilmot would punctually bring her some fresh fruit.But today was unusual. Where could Wilmot have gone?Her gaze wandered around the room, finally resting on the window pane illuminated by the dim light.She watched as the raindrops, slanting and relentless, struck the glass, producing a soft ticking sound.It was raining, a weather that always inexplicably made her feel oppressed.Leaning against the bed, she stared at the ceiling, sleepless.With no other choice, she put on her headphones, trying to let her thoughts drift with the music, easing her inner turmoil.She didn't know how much time had passed when the ship suddenly and violently rocked without warning.Tabitha's body swayed with the bed, jolting her from her daze, her eyes snapping open wide.'Something was wrong!'A terrifying thought flashed through her mind.
Third person's POVWitnessing the child fall into the sea, Tabitha felt as if all the blood in her body had solidified in an instant, her heart seemingly gripped by an invisible hand.How could this be?The little girl had been within reach, about to be saved. Why was fate so cruel as to shatter hope at this critical moment?The little boy's heart-wrenching cries pierced Tabitha's ears like a sharp sword, "Ayla!"Tabitha instinctively looked down at the boy.When she saw his face, which bore a striking resemblance to her own, her inner world was shaken as if by a powerful earthquake. She was experiencing an unprecedented impact.A bold and irresistible thought flashed through her mind.She had no time for contemplation or verification.This thought took root and spread like wild grass, driving her to act irrationally and leap over the railing into the sea without a second thought.Her thoughts surged back to three
Third person's POVDerek's rationality teetered on the brink of collapse, nearly losing control again and again.His eyes, now bloodshot, struggled against the overwhelming discomfort within him as he spoke with difficulty, "It's not necessary.""Your current state, stimulated by the drug, could lead to more serious issues if not alleviated. My advice is to find a woman. It's the most direct and effective solution without side effects," the doctor insisted.Derek's crimson eyes fixed on the doctor, his thin lips bitten to the point of bleeding, as a deep, husky voice forced its way out of his throat, "I said it's not necessary! Just give me the medication."The doctor sighed in resignation, thinking to himself that he had encountered another stubborn one, unwilling to listen to reason."Alright, but I won't be responsible for any side effects. And given your condition, one dose definitely won't be enough. You'll need two."Derek gritt
Third person's POVTabitha couldn't discern his facial expression, but she could palpably sense his physical distress. "Then you..." she began."I'll find a way to handle it myself," he responded.With that, further lingering seemed like an implicit invitation to something more.Like a nimble fish, Tabitha swiftly retreated back into her room and swiftly locked the door.Worried that he might lose control under the influence of the drug and become dangerously irrational, she moved the desk and chair from the room to brace against the door.Exhausted from her efforts, she slumped down onto the carpet.Her fingers gently touched her lips where he had kissed her.Honestly, she was too shocked at the time to have any particular feelings.It was the first time a man other than her husband had kissed her, and the sensation was both unfamiliar and strange.Oddly, when his hands touched her body, she didn't feel a strong
Third person's POVSuch a tall and strong man, yet at this moment, he behaved like a petulant puppy, causing Tabitha's body to tremble slightly.She was well aware of the vast difference in strength between them.In this situation, it was crucial not to provoke him excessively. Otherwise, should Wilmot be enraged, his intense possessiveness could erupt, and the situation would be truly irretrievable.Tabitha took a deep breath and, seizing the moment while he still retained a shred of rationality, began to reason with him patiently, "Wilmot, I am willing to help you with other matters, but I truly cannot do this.""Cannot? Is it because you still think of him?"Derek was on the brink of losing his sanity, enduring the surging desires within, seeking to probe the deepest thoughts of Tabitha's heart through this opportunity.Her reluctance to let others approach—did it mean she still harbored love for him?Tabitha frowned t
Third person's POVThe woman must have feared Derek would not comply, so she increased the dosage of the drug.Derek had thought that if he just endured it, the effects would pass.But as time went on, the drug's effects became more intense, and his body felt increasingly strong, as if his brain was floating, losing all sense of balance.His wolf was also affected by the drug.He became manic and irrational.His hot breath sprayed on Tabitha's ear, causing her body to tremble involuntarily, and this sensitive touch left her at a loss.Her expression was stern, and she firmly refused, "No, I... uh..."Tabitha's eyes widened in shock as Wilmot's lips suddenly pressed down on hers without warning.Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.Although she had only loved Derek, and they had rejected each other, she was now free, and even if something happened with someone else, it wouldn't be illegal.But she had no i
Third person's POVUsing his height advantage, Derek reached out and covered the wall switch with his hand, preventing Tabitha from turning on the light.He really didn't want her to see him in such an embarrassed state."Tabitha, trust me, I'm fine. Go be with Ayla," he said, trying to reassure her.The more he tried to hide the truth, the more concerned Tabitha became.She was certain he was hurt and just trying to protect her from worrying.With Derek blocking her from turning on the light, Tabitha reached out to touch him, wanting to find out where he was injured.Derek, already on edge, felt like he was about to lose control."Don't touch me," he managed to suppress his voice."Then tell me what's wrong with you," Tabitha insisted."I'm fine," he repeated.But Tabitha didn't believe him. The amount of sweat on his body indicated a serious injury. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such pain.But where
Third person's POVDerek swiftly glanced behind him, only to realize that Rolf and Alvin had vanished without a trace.He had been able to drink without a care in the world because he knew they were there, watching his back.But now, at this critical moment, they had inexplicably disappeared, leaving Derek to fall into the trap this woman had so meticulously laid.The woman before him, confident in her enchanting beauty and alluring figure, was certain that all men would be bewitched by her charm and lose their reason to her allure.However, when Derek turned to look at her, she found no trace of desire in his deep-set eyes.There was only boundless authority and piercing coldness washing over her like a tidal wave.Though Derek sat there calmly, with her standing tall and elegantly, the difference in their auras was like a vast chasm separating heaven and hell.Derek resembled a mighty wolf king sitting majestically on his thr
Third person's POVRolf stared at Derek's back, a wave of concern rising in his heart.He was well aware of Derek's past, how Derek had promised Randall to make Daphne the mate of the Black Thorn, yet his heart and soul never strayed from his true love—Tabitha.In the world of werewolves, emotional fidelity is of utmost importance, and Derek's commitment was like an ancient vow, etched in his heart.Unlike himself, Rolf, though without a mate, would occasionally indulge his primal desires at specific gatherings of the werewolf community as a subordinate of an Alpha.However, Derek had poured all his emotions into Tabitha alone.Rolf pondered that if they never reconciled, Derek's inner world would likely plunge into endless loneliness and darkness, like a werewolf bereft of the moonlight, wandering alone in the dark, silently enduring the torment of unrequited love."Alvin, look at Alpha Derek lately, he's always gloomy. This ca
Third person's POVRolf was as excited as a hungry man seeing food, clamoring, "Alpha Derek, just look at these. They're incredibly cool for close combat.""Alpha Derek, I want this one and that one," he added, pointing at various items.Alvin shook his head at Rolf with a sense of helplessness.Derek picked up a compact ladies' pistol, and the shopkeeper enthusiastically described it, "You have a great taste. This is the latest model with minimal recoil, perfect for ladies.""I'll take this one and this," Derek said.Then, he pointed to a small, portable dagger that was ideal for concealment.After browsing for a while, he headed towards the medicinal area.The place was bustling with people, each acting as if they were in a second-hand store.In the United States, many drugs are regulated, but on this ship, there were no constraints—only transactions driven by money and desire.As long as you had enough mo
Third person's POVDerek reached out and gently patted Ayla on the head.Over time, Ayla had grown increasingly close to him, their relationship indistinguishable from that of a father and daughter, except for the absence of the word "Dad.""Here's a freshly baked cake. Enjoy," he said.Tabitha shook her head with a hint of helplessness. "Don't spoil her too much. Too many sweets can lead to cavities.""It's just a small piece," Derek replied, his tender demeanor a stark contrast to how he treated strangers.Tabitha was puzzled, wondering if she was mistaken, feeling that Wilmot seemed different from when they first met.But upon reflection, it made sense. Who would reveal their true self without reservation upon first meeting?"Have all the arrangements outside been taken care of?" she asked."Yes, everything is handled," Derek responded.He added, "By the way, here's the layout of the cruise ship. Take a look."