Christina's POVMy outer jacket is discarded already, exposing my white inner tank top to the man on top of me. His weight is crushing, and I have to force air into my lungs to keep breathing. Due to so much crying, my eyes now burn and hurt. I wish I could have been able to put up a brave front, but the truth is that I'm not brave. If I am, I won't be underneath a man begging for mercy.His hands fall to the edge of my tank top, intending to pull it off me, when a knock comes to the door, breaking through the moment. My saving grace.A shaking breath of relief comes out of me when he stops his assault and finally gets off me, giving me room to breathe and take in air at last. I rub my neck and sit up, ignoring the streaks of tears on my face.The door opens before the Alpha can get to it, and the man from earlier looks inside, eyes taking in everything with speed and precision. He doesn't say anything at first but simply looks at us with a slightly suspicious look on his face.Event
Marcel’s POVA new, strange kind of wind blows through our territory, smelling like rain and bad luck. Something is coming, and although I don't know what it is, I can tell that it's nothing good at all.My mother rushes into my room, floral dress brushing her ankles as she moves frantically, interrupting my painting session. “Marcel,” she says, pausing at my doorway with her chest heaving. Even the look in her eyes is enough to get me distracted.“What is it, mother?” I try to add more touches to my painting, but now that I've been interrupted, my full focus has been torn apart, and I can't figure out where to place my brush. I drop my palette and brush, turning to look at her fully. “I cannot read your mind, Mother. I need you to start talking.”“She's alive, Marcel.”I pause. “Who?”“The girl that was talked about in the prophecy. The one that's supposed to be your mate. Some of the men who have been helping me investigate her whereabouts came back with new information not too lon
Christina’s POVIt is so crazy to think about the fact that I have been imprisoned for more than a day in a place where men turn into animals, I have been chained up, and almost sexually assaulted. I'm so touchy that I cannot close my eyes without seeing a flash of that man sitting on top of me and pressing me down to use my body for his pleasure.The cell we're in is very quiet. Every once in a while, a single sharp sound cuts through the silence, waking me and urging me to focus on what is around me. My Dad sits in his chair, still chained up and motionless. It hurts me to see him like this, but I can't help even if all I want is to pull him out of here and take us both home.But I know that there are many things he has failed to tell me since we came here. So many things that I have been asking myself, but can only make sense when someone like him explains it all. The day is waning, and soon, it'll be dark out. Becca and Melissa have been waiting in the dungeons with us as well wh
Christina POV“The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” A man standing on a stage with a bunch of adults and teenagers listening to him takes a deep breath before continuing his life story.“-but jokes on him, my wife didn’t die that night, she came back to life after she was shot in the head. It was a miracle!” He screams and all the people clap and scream with joy in their hearts.Humans tend towards believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others believe?“What the hell is going on in there?” I turn around and my brown eyes clash with blue ones that squint as they notice me staring. Elsa.“Probably a bunch of weirdos trying to convince each other that their lives are more interesting than others,” I say whilst we walk past the tell-all hallroom.I pause and look at her again.“What are you doing here anyway?” I ask knowing she’s meant to be in her chemistry class right now.She plac
Christina POV“What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I keep repeating it like a mantra. I don’t know whether I should be more confused at what I just saw or at the fact that the werewolf who just killed the two men is staring at me and for some reason, I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he stopped looking at me and started looking behind me. I felt someone’s breath on my neck and I already knew that I was about to die but just before I started to pray to god and embrace death, a knife flew swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I felt a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly looked back and saw another man in black. His eyeball was struck With the knife and it’s bleeding profusely. The man starts to scream and I immediately look back at the direction that the knife came from.There’s a lady in black but different from the men and her face is open, unlike the men whose faces were conveyed in masks
Christina POVAfter a few moments of silence, we arrived at a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parked, I left the car and stared at the house but that’s the least of my worries.I look behind me and see Becca and Melissa talking so I walk up to Dad who's looking at the house inquisitively.“Are you sure we can trust those two...” I look at them smiling at each other before I turn back to my dad and continue whispering.“They are a bit weird,” I said. “They’re your sisters' love,” Dad says. He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s taller than me so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11 whilst I’m 5' 6 so I won’t call myself short but I’m not tall either.Coincidentally my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me but Becca looks a few inches taller...perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown hair and brown eyes just like me but I have white strands on mine. I
Christina POVWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us.I have never run so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us so the back door was the only possible escape we had.My legs start to hurt and I suddenly feel so dizzy. I could barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities.“Please, we need to rest!” I yell out.“We can’t!” Dad screams.“Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts.I ignore what Melissa says not because I don’t understand it but because the guys behind us seem to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to at least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her.Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looked behind me and I turned around to see that the peop
Christina’s POVWhen you're in the dark for a very long time, no matter how anxious you are, or the amount of fear running through your veins, you can't escape your body trying to get some rest. I have to blink multiple times to kick the drowsiness out of my eyes when the bag over my head gets pulled off so roughly that it almost rips my lobe earring off. I kiss my teeth at first and then remember my current situation, which is enough to wake me up completely.Dad, or Peter? I'm not sure what to even refer to him as anymore is by my side, chained up to a wooden chair that looks too weak and brittle. He looks at me and sends a smile he likely hopes is comforting, but it only makes my insides twist around even more. The strange, man-wolf person who had claimed Becca was his ‘mate’ stands before us, eyes narrowed. We're in a cell with actual bars, but he stands on the outside of it, watching us like we're mere criminals. If anyone had told me that this was how this week would go for m
Christina’s POVIt is so crazy to think about the fact that I have been imprisoned for more than a day in a place where men turn into animals, I have been chained up, and almost sexually assaulted. I'm so touchy that I cannot close my eyes without seeing a flash of that man sitting on top of me and pressing me down to use my body for his pleasure.The cell we're in is very quiet. Every once in a while, a single sharp sound cuts through the silence, waking me and urging me to focus on what is around me. My Dad sits in his chair, still chained up and motionless. It hurts me to see him like this, but I can't help even if all I want is to pull him out of here and take us both home.But I know that there are many things he has failed to tell me since we came here. So many things that I have been asking myself, but can only make sense when someone like him explains it all. The day is waning, and soon, it'll be dark out. Becca and Melissa have been waiting in the dungeons with us as well wh
Marcel’s POVA new, strange kind of wind blows through our territory, smelling like rain and bad luck. Something is coming, and although I don't know what it is, I can tell that it's nothing good at all.My mother rushes into my room, floral dress brushing her ankles as she moves frantically, interrupting my painting session. “Marcel,” she says, pausing at my doorway with her chest heaving. Even the look in her eyes is enough to get me distracted.“What is it, mother?” I try to add more touches to my painting, but now that I've been interrupted, my full focus has been torn apart, and I can't figure out where to place my brush. I drop my palette and brush, turning to look at her fully. “I cannot read your mind, Mother. I need you to start talking.”“She's alive, Marcel.”I pause. “Who?”“The girl that was talked about in the prophecy. The one that's supposed to be your mate. Some of the men who have been helping me investigate her whereabouts came back with new information not too lon
Christina's POVMy outer jacket is discarded already, exposing my white inner tank top to the man on top of me. His weight is crushing, and I have to force air into my lungs to keep breathing. Due to so much crying, my eyes now burn and hurt. I wish I could have been able to put up a brave front, but the truth is that I'm not brave. If I am, I won't be underneath a man begging for mercy.His hands fall to the edge of my tank top, intending to pull it off me, when a knock comes to the door, breaking through the moment. My saving grace.A shaking breath of relief comes out of me when he stops his assault and finally gets off me, giving me room to breathe and take in air at last. I rub my neck and sit up, ignoring the streaks of tears on my face.The door opens before the Alpha can get to it, and the man from earlier looks inside, eyes taking in everything with speed and precision. He doesn't say anything at first but simply looks at us with a slightly suspicious look on his face.Event
Author’s POVBack in the dungeons, the two sisters, Peter, and Beta Isaac remain, settling in the aftermath of Christina’s dilemma. Though the halls are thick with cement and lime, the resulting tension vibrates through them with a foreboding harmony of its own. “Shit!” Becca clutches her bright red hair so hard that she almost succeeds in pulling it off her sensitive scalp. Almost thirty minutes have gone by, but they've gotten no information from the Alpha or his men to inform them about how the interrogation is going, and she's starting to feel restless. She should have ever let him take the poor girl away in the first place, but out of respect for her newly found mate, she had tried to be civil. Now, she feels like she should have thrown a knife at the Alpha and fought for her half-sister.She and Melissa have seen the consequences of broken family bonds, and how dangerous it can be, so when they got news of Christina’s location, they had been very eager to see the child their f
Christina's POVDespite all my begging and pleading to be freed, I am thrown into the Alpha's spacious room. All my cries fall on deaf ears, as it becomes obvious that I'm not leaving this man's room until he is ready to let me go.I look around me, getting more and more scared as I realize that his room is so large that I feel immensely tiny inside of it. The smell of incense and lit candles faintly permeates the room, adding to the dark atmosphere. Sunlight is gradually waning, which means that soon, night will fall on us, potentially keeping us here longer.I rub my hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please, please please, I don't know anything at all,” I beg, dragging myself across the carpet-covered floor away from this man before me with a sinister look in his eyes. “Please.” My elbows start to hurt, but I push past the pain and keep moving—until a solid wall presses into my back.His eyes roam my body in a way that hints at nothing good. A smirk pulls at his mouth, making h
Christina’s POVWhen you're in the dark for a very long time, no matter how anxious you are, or the amount of fear running through your veins, you can't escape your body trying to get some rest. I have to blink multiple times to kick the drowsiness out of my eyes when the bag over my head gets pulled off so roughly that it almost rips my lobe earring off. I kiss my teeth at first and then remember my current situation, which is enough to wake me up completely.Dad, or Peter? I'm not sure what to even refer to him as anymore is by my side, chained up to a wooden chair that looks too weak and brittle. He looks at me and sends a smile he likely hopes is comforting, but it only makes my insides twist around even more. The strange, man-wolf person who had claimed Becca was his ‘mate’ stands before us, eyes narrowed. We're in a cell with actual bars, but he stands on the outside of it, watching us like we're mere criminals. If anyone had told me that this was how this week would go for m
Christina POVWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us.I have never run so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us so the back door was the only possible escape we had.My legs start to hurt and I suddenly feel so dizzy. I could barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities.“Please, we need to rest!” I yell out.“We can’t!” Dad screams.“Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts.I ignore what Melissa says not because I don’t understand it but because the guys behind us seem to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to at least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her.Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looked behind me and I turned around to see that the peop
Christina POVAfter a few moments of silence, we arrived at a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parked, I left the car and stared at the house but that’s the least of my worries.I look behind me and see Becca and Melissa talking so I walk up to Dad who's looking at the house inquisitively.“Are you sure we can trust those two...” I look at them smiling at each other before I turn back to my dad and continue whispering.“They are a bit weird,” I said. “They’re your sisters' love,” Dad says. He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s taller than me so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11 whilst I’m 5' 6 so I won’t call myself short but I’m not tall either.Coincidentally my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me but Becca looks a few inches taller...perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown hair and brown eyes just like me but I have white strands on mine. I
Christina POV“What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I keep repeating it like a mantra. I don’t know whether I should be more confused at what I just saw or at the fact that the werewolf who just killed the two men is staring at me and for some reason, I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he stopped looking at me and started looking behind me. I felt someone’s breath on my neck and I already knew that I was about to die but just before I started to pray to god and embrace death, a knife flew swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I felt a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly looked back and saw another man in black. His eyeball was struck With the knife and it’s bleeding profusely. The man starts to scream and I immediately look back at the direction that the knife came from.There’s a lady in black but different from the men and her face is open, unlike the men whose faces were conveyed in masks