Christina
“What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I keep repeating 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 two other men is staring right behind me and for some reason I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he’s not looking at me. I feel someone’s breath on my neck and I already know that I’m about to die but just before I start to pray to God and embrace death, a knife flies swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I feel a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly look back and see another man in black. His eye ball 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. She’s breathing heavily and starts saying something but I can’t hear her because my minds a jumbled mess. She’s sitting by the window, she probably had to climb up a tree or ladder to get there but I have a feeling it’s the former. I look back at the werewolf and see him look at the lady by the window. He starts to shake again and his hairs start to shrink back. I blink again and my fathers staring at me butt naked. I don’t know whether it’s my dead mother on the floor or my dads penis dangling in front of me that brings me back to life but it’s enough to make me understand what the lady by the window is saying. “We have to go now!” She yells before her eyes land on my dad and his dangling penis. He quickly grabs clothes from the closet and puts them on. “Peter?” The lady by the window says. How does she know my dad? “Melissa?” He asks after putting on his shirt. I ignore them and whatever they say to each other and run to my dead mother. I don’t even realize that I’ve been crying this whole time till I bring her limp hands to my cheek. Dad walks towards me from behind and tries to touch me but I flinch so he sighs. “I’m so sorry that you had to find out about me like this but we seriously need to go.” He says as calmly as he can but I can still hear how shaky his voice is. He loved his wife as much as I loved her. “The police are on their way, why should we follow that other woman? If she really wants to help she should wait with us.” I say even though I’m grateful that she saved my life. I start to hear the police sirens and stand. “The police will ask too many questions… questions we cannot answer. If you're worried about who you can trust then that answer is easy, you can always trust me. You know me.” “Do I? You just became the same beast from twilight and I’m supposed to trust you!?” I snort. “You will come with me now Christina or so help me God-” The lady my dad called Melissa says. My dad places a hand up to let her know that it’s enough. “It’s not safe for us to stay here anymore.. what we’re up against…they're not humans..uh…they’re a lot worse. I can’t protect you if we stay here and anyone else that knows you will be in danger if they find out they are connected to you in some way so it’s better to let them go and leave.” He says. I sigh and reluctantly leave. I don’t really understand what the hell is going on but I do know that Whatever the hell is going on is more than a robbery or an assasinatoon because who the hell does such a thing in broad daylight. In the morning for that matter. We run as fast as we can downstairs till we make it outside. “The cars at the back of the house.” She says and leads the way. I have so much on my mind that when we reach the car I don’t even look at it enough to know what type of car it is. I just get in and wonder how confused Elsa will be when she doesn’t find me there. I look up and see another lady in the driver's seat. “Took you long enough.” She says to Melissa. “Oh please.” Melissa responds. “Dad.. we’re going to come back right?” I ask sheepishly. “No my love. We’re never coming back.” He sighs. “Long time no see Peter. Or should I say beta Peter?” The lady in the driver's seat says and smirks. “I’m rogue now, please don’t.” Dad says and looks behind us as if he’s expecting someone to be following us. I look at the lady again and we take off. She notices me staring through the rear view mirror and winks at me like something’s funny. What the hell is a beta and what does he mean by he's a rogue now. “My mother is dead.” I say to let her know that there’s nothing to joke about. “Don’t worry she’s not your real mother.” The lady says. “Becca!” Dad yells and Melissa laughs. I decided to ignore her statement. My brain is presently overloaded with too many questions. “And who are you two?” I ask, raising a brow. “We’re your sisters.” Melissa says whilst staring at the side mirror. “Well.. half sisters actually.” Becca says and winks at me again. She’s annoying but what she says has my eyes widening. I’m an only child… there’s just no way that’s possible. I’m about to say something but I don’t get the chance to because our car gets hit from behind. I turn around and see a bunch of cars following us. “Well shit.” Melissa says. “It’s going to be fine Christina.” Dad says and holds my hand. “Who are those people and why do they want to kill you? And why’d they kill mom!” I yell whilst Becca increases the speed of the car. “You got it all wrong Christina.” Becca says. “They're trying to kill you. Not peter.” Melissa says before bringing out a gun and rolling down her window. She leans her head out of the window and starts to shoot. I act like this isn’t the first time seeing a gun. “Why the hell would they want to kill me! I’m literally just a highschool student!” I all but scream. “It’s kinda a long story.” Becca says. “A story for another day!” Dad yells just as another car hits us from the back again. Melissa shoots the car's tires and they slow down behind us. The cars behind us are now down to four, wonderful. We enter the main road and Becca increases the speed of the car. The cars behind us seem to be getting closer and I hold my breath till another car hits us. “We’re going to die!” I all but scream whilst squeezing my eyes shut. “Just hold on!” Becca shouts. I open my eyes and see her make a sharp turn but my soul is about to leave my body because there’s a truck right in front of us. It starts to blow its horn when it notices we’re entering its lane to make the turn, instead of waiting for it to pass first. I don’t know how but we managed to make the turn before the truck crashes into us but unfortunately the four other cars connect with the truck but a few of them managed to escape the crash but since the truck is very long it restricts the other cars movements meaning they can no longer see us. “We did it!” Melissa yells and claps. “Where the hell are we going?” I ask. “You’ll see.” Becca says.Christina A few moments of silence later, we reach a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parks I leave the car and stare 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 say. “They’re your sisters' love.” He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s really 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 tend to dye it on
ChristinaWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us. I have never ran 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 can 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 looks behind me and I turn around to see the people tha
If looks could kill my dearest mate would be dead. I just met him yet I hate his attitude. ‘No you don’t.’ My werewolf—felicia says, interrupting my thoughts. ‘Can’t you just go back to the hole you go to in the back of my mind and allow me to think in peace.’ I respond. I wonder how crazy Christina will react when she realizes she’s a werewolf and once she shifts will be able to talk to her werewolf. ‘I know right.’ Felicia interrupts my thoughts again. ‘Can you stop that! We’re in a situation here.’ I immediately shut her out and focus on the situation at hand. My mate, whose name I still don’t know, just syringed both Peter and Christina and is taking them to only God knows where. He sent his minions to take them somewhere yet it’s the same direction we seem to be heading. “You can stop throwing daggers on the back of my head with your stare.” My dearest mate says. How did he know I was doing that!? “I’m not.” I huff. He’s walking in front of me whilst Melissa and I walk
I wake up to a banging headache, my throat feels dry and I cannot feel my hands. I slowly crack my eyes open and realize I’m in a cell. “Finally, you're awake. I got scared for a second.” Dad says. I turn to my side and see that his hands are tied above him just like mine but he’s shirtless. “What...What happened?” I say breathlessly. My throat is so dry it hurts. “They had injected us with wolfs-bane after covering us in hoods.” He says and I just raise a brow. “It's a toxic plant that can knock werewolves out for a little while. I guess you were knocked out for a bit longer because you're still not a werewolf.” He explains. “Oh please, I’m definitely not one of those weird creatures you guys turn to, I would have known if I was.” I roll my eyes whilst trying to see if I can get my hands out of this damned chain. The cell we’re in seems to be in a basement but seeing how steel and silver everything looks in here I’d say it’s a dungeon because there’s absolutely no li
Xavier walks back to his seat whilst I stare at my father trying to understand why he looks panicked. “He… he smelt you. I forgot that all alphas have a more powerful sense of smell than other werewolves.” Dad starts saying quietly as if I'm supposed to understand what he’s telling me. “Why is this rogue and smelly thing a big deal?” I whisper back. “Rogues are deserted werewolves or in other words werewolves that don’t belong anywhere. You on the other hand…. You're not a rogue… you're worse. Your hair symbolizes the weakness that all omegas have. Every omega has such hair.” Dad explains whilst staring at Xavier waiting to see what will happen next. I look back at my sisters and Becca seems to be trying to tell Isaac something. “What’s an omega truly?” I ask and don’t even realize that someone is behind me till I feel a tug on my hair. I gasp as someone pulls it back till my entire face is tilted backwards and my neck is strained. I hear the clanging of a bucket right be
“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.” “So why is it a bad thing if people know I’m an omega? Is it because you're scared of how I’ll be treated and shunned by others?” I ask. “It’s not about that…” he sighs then looks at me, “You're the alpha king's mate.” I just blink at him. “Marcel? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” I raise a brow. “No Alpha would want his Luna to be an omega.” Dad says. “Then how did an Alpha give birth to me?” I question. “We don’t know… it doesn’t make any sense. It’s nearly impossibl
Ever since I turned 20 I have heard nothing but baseless rumors about the Alpha king—me, not having a mate. I’d never tell them I do have one because she’s an omega and hell will break loose before I allow her into my life. I asked mom how to get another mate and she told me the first mate had to die. She’s a witch so she didn’t need to do much to find that out. I do not care less about rumors nor do I appreciate such attitudes around my pack but my dearest mother says I should care and do something about it instead of not doing anything. Hence, why I need to make sure I kill whoever my mate is. Mom has already found her location even though we’re still not certain if she exists or not. We were given a false prophecy before and now that I still haven't found my mate, my mother assumed it’s because my original mate is still alive. She sent rogues to kill her yet none have come back to give feedback… well until now. He’s profusely bleeding through his head and chest. Wonder how that h
Christina “The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” The 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 have the tendency of believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others actually 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 ch
Ever since I turned 20 I have heard nothing but baseless rumors about the Alpha king—me, not having a mate. I’d never tell them I do have one because she’s an omega and hell will break loose before I allow her into my life. I asked mom how to get another mate and she told me the first mate had to die. She’s a witch so she didn’t need to do much to find that out. I do not care less about rumors nor do I appreciate such attitudes around my pack but my dearest mother says I should care and do something about it instead of not doing anything. Hence, why I need to make sure I kill whoever my mate is. Mom has already found her location even though we’re still not certain if she exists or not. We were given a false prophecy before and now that I still haven't found my mate, my mother assumed it’s because my original mate is still alive. She sent rogues to kill her yet none have come back to give feedback… well until now. He’s profusely bleeding through his head and chest. Wonder how that h
“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.” “So why is it a bad thing if people know I’m an omega? Is it because you're scared of how I’ll be treated and shunned by others?” I ask. “It’s not about that…” he sighs then looks at me, “You're the alpha king's mate.” I just blink at him. “Marcel? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” I raise a brow. “No Alpha would want his Luna to be an omega.” Dad says. “Then how did an Alpha give birth to me?” I question. “We don’t know… it doesn’t make any sense. It’s nearly impossibl
Xavier walks back to his seat whilst I stare at my father trying to understand why he looks panicked. “He… he smelt you. I forgot that all alphas have a more powerful sense of smell than other werewolves.” Dad starts saying quietly as if I'm supposed to understand what he’s telling me. “Why is this rogue and smelly thing a big deal?” I whisper back. “Rogues are deserted werewolves or in other words werewolves that don’t belong anywhere. You on the other hand…. You're not a rogue… you're worse. Your hair symbolizes the weakness that all omegas have. Every omega has such hair.” Dad explains whilst staring at Xavier waiting to see what will happen next. I look back at my sisters and Becca seems to be trying to tell Isaac something. “What’s an omega truly?” I ask and don’t even realize that someone is behind me till I feel a tug on my hair. I gasp as someone pulls it back till my entire face is tilted backwards and my neck is strained. I hear the clanging of a bucket right be
I wake up to a banging headache, my throat feels dry and I cannot feel my hands. I slowly crack my eyes open and realize I’m in a cell. “Finally, you're awake. I got scared for a second.” Dad says. I turn to my side and see that his hands are tied above him just like mine but he’s shirtless. “What...What happened?” I say breathlessly. My throat is so dry it hurts. “They had injected us with wolfs-bane after covering us in hoods.” He says and I just raise a brow. “It's a toxic plant that can knock werewolves out for a little while. I guess you were knocked out for a bit longer because you're still not a werewolf.” He explains. “Oh please, I’m definitely not one of those weird creatures you guys turn to, I would have known if I was.” I roll my eyes whilst trying to see if I can get my hands out of this damned chain. The cell we’re in seems to be in a basement but seeing how steel and silver everything looks in here I’d say it’s a dungeon because there’s absolutely no li
If looks could kill my dearest mate would be dead. I just met him yet I hate his attitude. ‘No you don’t.’ My werewolf—felicia says, interrupting my thoughts. ‘Can’t you just go back to the hole you go to in the back of my mind and allow me to think in peace.’ I respond. I wonder how crazy Christina will react when she realizes she’s a werewolf and once she shifts will be able to talk to her werewolf. ‘I know right.’ Felicia interrupts my thoughts again. ‘Can you stop that! We’re in a situation here.’ I immediately shut her out and focus on the situation at hand. My mate, whose name I still don’t know, just syringed both Peter and Christina and is taking them to only God knows where. He sent his minions to take them somewhere yet it’s the same direction we seem to be heading. “You can stop throwing daggers on the back of my head with your stare.” My dearest mate says. How did he know I was doing that!? “I’m not.” I huff. He’s walking in front of me whilst Melissa and I walk
ChristinaWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us. I have never ran 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 can 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 looks behind me and I turn around to see the people tha
Christina A few moments of silence later, we reach a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parks I leave the car and stare 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 say. “They’re your sisters' love.” He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s really 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 tend to dye it on
Christina “What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I keep repeating 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 two other men is staring right behind me and for some reason I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he’s not looking at me. I feel someone’s breath on my neck and I already know that I’m about to die but just before I start to pray to God and embrace death, a knife flies swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I feel a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly look back and see another man in black. His eye ball 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. She’s breathing heavily and
Christina “The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” The 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 have the tendency of believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others actually 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 ch