Chapter Two: Destiny Can Be Bad Fate

Lila's POV 

My arm was covering my face, and I already considered myself dead or badly injured. I heard bones breaking, but they weren’t my bones, so I dropped my arm to see. There were two men, throwing punches at the man who was about to attack me—they kept punching until he fell to the ground; dead or passed out, I didn’t care. 

I rose to my feet and took careful steps towards them, afraid they might jump at me the way the man on the ground did. 

I was about 2 meters away from them, so I bowed my head a bit, “Thank you for helping me out.” I said, rubbing the arm I fell on. 

I didn’t get any response from them, instead, the eyes of the man with the jet black hair and hazel eyes were fixed on me, while the other man with the well-trimmed brown hair kept exchanging glances between me and the other man. Honestly, if I were to judge their appearance, I’d say they must be walking models. I’ve never seen men as good-looking as they were. 

“I said thank you,” I waved my right hand in front of the one with the hazel eyes, he blinked them, and cleared his throat. 

He moved closer and leaned in towards me, sniffing as if there was a strange smell coming from me. I shifted backward, feeling intimidated by his actions. 

While I was trying to slowly get away from him, I lost my footing—as I was falling backward, he reached for my hand and grabbed me, pulling me closer to him. Our faces were only a few inches apart, so I could feel his breath on my face. 

He closed his eyes, and drew in a sharp breath, “Mate,” he growled in a low manner, his hazel eyes turned golden as he opened them. 

I staggered backward, removing my hand from his grip. “Mate?” I asked, looking between him and his partner, who remained glued to a particular spot. 

“You people aren’t normal too right? If not, why are your eyes suddenly golden? They were hazel earlier. And did you also growl?” I asked, moving back further with my whole body trembling. 

The golden-eyed man started walking closer to me, his strides heavy and calculated. I raised my hands to my chest, forming an x sign, hoping that would make him back away. 

But nothing prepared me for his next action. He lifted me up from the ground and threw me over his shoulders. 

“Put me down!” I shouted repeatedly, thrashing my legs in the air. But he seemed to be unfazed by my actions. 

I stopped thrashing around after exhausting my strength. The other guy was in front, while my kidnapper walked behind him—they were both my kidnappers. The fact that he didn’t say a word makes him an accomplice. 

I noticed I was being let down. The moment my feet touched the ground, I looked at my surroundings and discovered the two SUVs right before us. They were really going to kidnap me. Shivers ran down my spine at the thought of every bad thing they’d do to me.

“Let’s calmly talk about this, okay?” I turned, facing the golden-eyed man, whose eyes were now back to normal, strange right? 

He raised his eyebrows, and I took that as my cue to continue speaking.

“I’m very poor, even if you kidnap me you won’t get any ransom from my family—my mother doesn’t care if I die or go missing.” I laughed nervously, feeling hurt at my own statement, because I knew how truthful they were. 

“Get in the car.” He said, but it was more like a command. 

I looked around again and discovered the other SUV contained about five men. I sighed defeatedly and entered the car reluctantly. 

The man with the green eyes and brown hair went over to take the wheel, while the one that carried me, sat right beside me. 

“Am I getting kidnapped to be killed, or for human trafficking?” I covered my body with my hands, shaking at the thought of being sold out for sex. “You can make me do every other thing but not prostitution, okay?” The thought of ending up like my mother terrified me. Was it that hard for her to settle with a man? 

“You are overthinking.” He finally replied, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Why don’t you explain this situation to me then?” I leaned towards him, raising my eyebrows.

He shifted in his seat as if my closeness with him made him uncomfortable. 

“My name is Dominic, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. And behind the wheel is Jonathan, the Beta, and my best friend. We…”

“My name is Lila, a mermaid from the Pacific, the third princess of the mermaid queen.” I stretched forth my hand for a handshake.

Dominic raised his eyebrow in anger, while Jonathan gave a short laugh from the driver’s seat.

“You think I’m joking?” He asked, and I could sense anger from his tone.

“You have no right to be angry. You kidnapped me first, and now you are telling me you guys are werewolves? Even children in kindergarten know werewolves don’t exist, what do you take me for?” I shot back at him, making my anger very evident in my voice. 

“I’m sorry we had to bring you with us in that manner. But the situation is more serious than you think. I’ll explain it better when we get to my pack. So before then, I want you to be calm and don’t be afraid, none of us here would hurt you.” His voice sounded calming and reassuring, but the werewolf bullshit is what I couldn’t accept.

I didn’t reply to him, so I looked out the window instead, wondering how far into the wood we were.

******

“Little girl, open the door,” he banged on the door again. 

I wrapped myself beneath my quilt, shaking in fear, with tears streaming down my face.

“I just want to have some fun with you.” He said, and I could imagine the disgusting face he made while saying that statement. 

I felt an arm touching me in bed, it felt so creepy and I thought the man had managed to enter, I shifted in bed, “Don’t touch me,” I screamed. I felt his hands on me again.

******

“I said don’t touch me!” I screamed, my heart beating out of my chest.

“Are you okay?” I heard Dominic’s voice beside me. Then I realized I slept off and had a dream.

“Sorry, I had a bad dream,” I said, apologizing if I had hit him instead of the man in my dream.

He didn’t say anything, but I saw a flash of anger in his eyes before he stepped out of the car. 

I followed him and nothing prepared me for the sight before me.

I saw a small werewolf, or a pup as they call them in books running towards us, my heart doubled its racing pace, and it felt like I’d have an attack at any moment.

The wolf kept running towards us without stopping, wagging its tail, and sticking out its tongue.

The moment it got to us, it jumped, and I let out a shrieking scream.