Mark slumps back on the bed weakly after Glinda leaves the room. Her mere presence can wear him out completely. He closes his eyes in annoyance and tries to distract himself by recalling all the events that have happened to him since yesterday. He is unable to understand why everything has turned out this way. Mark is the kind of person who always has firm control over his emotions. But since last night, he has a feeling as if things are no longer in his control. Since the time he met Glinda, nothing has been going the way he wanted. "Sigh! Let's just go with the flow for now."
At this moment, he focuses on his most prominent issue and hauls himself out of the bed, and makes his way to the bathroom, shedding his clothes along the way. It's now time to take a cold shower. ****** Blake is leaning his head against the back of the coach. He is silently listening to the running of the water from the shower upstairs. He has been aware that he is actiOnce again, Mark is standing in the same clearing where he used to play as a child. For a moment, he panics and, in his mind, he wonders, “Am I dead? Again?” But he doesn’t have to wait for the answer for too long. Just then, he hears an angry growl from behind him. Because of his instincts, he immediately turns around, looking alert and defensive at the same time. Behind him, he sees a large black wolf with dark, shiny eyes. It’s almost 7.5 ft tall and 12 ft long. Under the moonlight, its black fur is gleaming like silk. With its majestic bearing, it would have been a sight to behold, if only his fangs were not baring at him. He also has a feeling as if the wolf is glaring at him as well. From its appearance, the wolf seems quite familiar to him. He looks at it more closely and ponders, “where was it? Or am I just thinking too much?” After a few seconds of
“Blake…” “Blake, I am sorry!” Mark apologises to Blake. But it’s like Blake is unable to hear him at all. Mark tries more to communicate with him “Blake, it’s really not my intention to push you away!” He sneakily looks at Blake and continues “you suddenly came at me…I was so shocked that I accidentally... a-are you alright?” Mark tries hard to reason with Blake, but for Blake, it seems like he has lost all his senses after the fall. He is now a bit annoyed with himself. He knows that he is not good with words and so, no matter how hard he tries, it will aggravate their misunderstandings and hence will only worsen the situation. So, feeling helpless, he gives up for the time being. He a
Mark presses his head against Blake's chest as Blake holds him securely in his arms. He listens to the subtle rhythms of his heartbeats like a lullaby and just like that he gradually falls asleep. Night slowly deepens. Their even breathings gradually echo inside the quiet room. Suddenly, Blake opens his eyes. His red eyes are looking more glaring in the dark night. He carefully moves his body a bit and lowers his face and looks at the sleeping figure of Mark, who is still sleeping very soundly in his arms. The pair of red eyes that are currently looking at Mark are filled with many complex emotions. Since the very beginning, Blake has been blaming Mark for always abandoning him time and again. But now, after taking a peek at the memories from his past,
“Hello. I am Sam Darren, Mr. Worthington’s lawyer”.“Mark Alvarez” He extends his hand out for a handshake.Sam curiously looks at Mark with an obvious question mark on her face regarding his relationship with Blake. Realizing her enquiring look, he adds “Blake’s boyfriend.” Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. With an exaggeratedly loud voice she squeals, "BOYFRIEND! Oh M-A-M-A M-I-A THIS IS HUGE!" She is having a hard time keeping the excitement from bursting out. What did I just learn? Boss has a boyfriend! I have to tell this...I have to tell this to everyone. They're going to get the shock of their life today... hahaha...Later, I also have to text Keith to know more on this. Seriously, our boss is really something. Hehe! I can’t imagine what kind of expression he is gonna make after I tease him about this. What a splendid scene that’s gonna be! Indeed, this trip is worth my effort. Hahaha…!To be honest, she
Although it's only been a few days, Mark feels like it's been years since he last walked in through that door. As soon as he steps out, he notices Blake sitting inside the car, looking somewhere focused, his hand resting casually on the driver's door, seemingly lost in thought. Seeing him acting this way, Mark again re-remembers what has happened earlier. Sigh! Let's not ruin our mood today. Today is our first outing together after all. He cheerfully walks down the stairs towards the black Porsche parked next to the fountain. He then pulls the front door open, and gets in. M
Mark finally opens his eyes. His head is spinning, and hurting like hell. He moves his head a little... “ow!”. The pain is so sharp that he immediately lets out a painful groan. Due to this, he is continuously feeling a tendency to vomit. “Damn them! Really my miscalculation this time. Next time I’m gonna rip them off one by one myself.” He lets out a series of curses through his gritted teeth in order to vent his anger and shame. He is usually used to injuries. Pain has always been a part of his life since he started his revenge. But this time even he himself has to admit that his enemies went too far this time. According to him, they might have used all their energy in that one single blow.
It’s been two days since the brain surgery. There is no sign of him waking up at all. His heart is beating fine, all of his vitals are normal and yet he is still in a coma. After various medical tests have been done, even the doctors are now unsure of the specific cause behind him not waking up. Now, all Blake can do is hope that Mark will wake up soon. Since that day, Blake has been taking care of him all by himself day and night without even getting a wink of sleep. He hasn’t even gone to work and has been handling every office affair from the hospital. Because of over-exhaustion, his whole appearance has become haggard with visible dark circles under his eyes. Just now he has ended his video conference with his assistant, who was briefing him about the day’s work. After finishing the conference, he swiftly closes his laptop and gently presses his tired eyes, hoping to drive out some of his tiredness. After putting aside his laptop, he rises from his seat a
Cassandra tries hard to stay calm, even as she felt a chill settled inside her and felt panic setting in. The pressure that she is feeling right now is too much for her to bear. It’s making her feel suffocated. If she had been an ordinary human, she would have fainted long ago from how intense this pressure was. But with her ability, she is somehow able to endure it and thus keep herself from fainting any time soon. Her sharp nails are digging into her skin as she is clenching her fingers hard into a fist. Drops of blood are trickling down from her fists which is making her hands blood all over. But her face is still as calm and expressionless as ever. Besides a pale face, she isn’t showing any other sign of discomfort at all, this was not the time to show weakness. “The wolf was far too strong for us to capture him while conscious, my Lord. Thus, I put a strong spell on a metal bolt and Flint used it to
Mark feels as if the world is spinning around him. It didn't make sense why, every time he thinks that he is finally getting to know him well, he is hit by another truth once more. It's one thing for Blake to not forgive him, but it's totally a different thing for him to lie to him over and over again. He doesn't know what to believe and what not to believe anymore. And now, looking at the fear and panic-filled on Blake's face, he realizes that without a doubt, he has been lied to once again. Soon he realizes the brutal truth! So, everything that has happened is only because of him. He is responsible for all these. If… if only he didn't leave him behind then...might be, Blake wouldn't have turned out to be like this today. It's happened because he failed his duties as his mate. Despair engulfs him from within as
Mark notices a note card lying on the floor. He then suspiciously looks around the room. This doesn’t look like a house that has undergone a torrent only a few hours back at all. After waking up, he has been expecting to see something like a blooded path, broken furniture, headless wolf or even a vampire with an empty chest cavity. But is he seeing now? Absolutely nothing, not even a speck of dust. Its looking as if the house has magically cleaned itself or something. Everything is spotlessly clean and in its place like before. There isn’t even a drop of blood to be seen. In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He qui
Blake slowly drifted into a restless sleep as the night grows deeper and the cold gradually sets in. He finds himself standing in a corridor, standing before two double doors, the gold handles gleaming in the light. A light music floats into his ears from behind the door. The soft sound of the violin forms a beautiful memory and yet, as he looks at the all too familiar corridor, he gets a sense of déjà vu. As he looks around at the marble tiles with exquisite design, the family portraits mounted on the painted walls and the gleaming chandelier high above his head, he feels like this is a place where he has seen before but no matter what he is unable to remember where he has seen before. Suddenly, a gentle hum of conversation interrupts his wandering mind which seems to be coming from inside the room. Listening to it, he hurriedly moves away from the door. He unsteadily walks back, his whole body shudderin
From behind, Mark fiercely pounces on the wolf who is about to wound his mate. He growls at the wolf angrily, sinking his fangs deep into his skin and brutally tearing off its neck. Blood gushes out of the wound and splatters on the ground, dyeing the floor in red. The wolf falls on the floor stiffly, his body jerking each time the blood flows out from his neck. Mark listens to the weak whimpers he makes, his ultimate effort to desperately hold on to his dear life. After making sure that the wolf was no longer moving, he quickly goes to Blake’s side. Mark smells blood from his mate. Concerned, he immediately turns to examine his body to find the source of the blood. Blake is now pitifully lying on the ground, unconscious. Because of constant blood loss, dripping from his wound, his face is becoming paler. Seeing him lying so pitifully on the
Mark is trying to make sense of what he is seeing in front of him. In front of him there are two paws- big, black and covered with fur. He continues to stare at those two furry paws as if his stare would make them disappear at once. H-how…w-why is this happening to him at the time when Blake is standing right in front of him? His head starts to spin. He immediately turns his face to look at the expression of his mate who is standing a few distance away from him. He is worried and desperate. W-what if…what if he thinks of him as a monster? And what if he starts to fear him and then starts avoiding him? What if he severs all his ties with him? All kinds of thoughts start blowing out his mind. No, he can never ever let that happen again, at least not until he is alive. He will never let go of him in this life. He can already feel his scent filling up the
Mark holds on to the sink as another bout of pain tears through his body. Cold sweat breaks out all over his body. Gradually the pain makes it harder for him to breathe. He clutches onto his chest tightly. *pant* *pant* his body shakes weakly and he slowly collapses onto the floor. He feels bile rising up to his mouth, but he resists the impulse to throw up. He closes his mouth tight and forcefully swallows down whatever is forming inside his mouth. Suddenly, he feels an intense heat burning in the area where his canines used to be. It is driving him crazy to the point of losing his consciousness this instant. So as not to lose his consciousness, he almost uses all his strength while a faint groan slips out of his mouth. He is feeling as if a fire is constantly burning inside his mouth. His body is now lying on the title floor completely without an ounc
Mark picks up the t-shirt lying on the bed and pulls it over his head. Suddenly, he stumbles a little when he feels a sharp pain burning through his body. His nerves are on fire. It’s feeling as if it is slowly making him lose his strength. He grits his teeth and bears with the pain, even as he currently feels like his brain is melting and his skull is about to split into two. His skin is burning in and out, feeling the urge to scratch his skin hard until it bleeds open. He is feeling as if something is gnawing on his skin, straining to come out. Trying not to scream loud in pain, he clenches his hands into fists. He is working hard to resist the urge to scratch his skin raw. He doesn’t know how much time has passed by. His breath has become laborious in agony. Slowly, after what felt like it’s been hours, the pain starts to dwindle bit by bit. He heaves a sigh of relief and slu
Blake wakes up, yawning while rubbing his forehead. Due to many days of fatigue and lack of proper sleep, he is currently having a terrible headache, making his head throb in pain. Wearily, he rises on his feet and makes his way to the bathroom. Softly, he closes the door behind him and turns on the water faucet. *Splash* *splash* he hits his face hard with the cold water a few times, flinching every time when the cold water touches his skin. He looks up to see his face on the tiny mirror hanging on the wall in front of him. Blood-shot eyes, messy hair, heavy bags under his eyes and cracked pale lips. Looking at the current appearance of his in the mirror, there is not even an ounce of the confident and charismatic CEO that the world knows of. Now in his face, there are only traces of weariness and
Mark immediately turns his head towards the direction of the voice but the thing that he sees makes him gasp in shock. He sees dark smoke rising from that direction and then drifting rapidly into the night sky. By this time, the whole sky is being covered in shades of grey, looking gloomy all over. He smells the smoke as the screams continue to rage on; he feels his heart twisting in discomfort for some reason unknown to him. Without thinking, he quickly heads towards the source of the disturbance. He is feeling a kind of restlessness inside himself, a kind of feeling that he should be there as soon as possible. Something inside him is telling him to hurry up otherwise it would be too late for him even to regret. It's as if something invisible is pullin