EXCERPT FROM THE STORYHeart wrenching sobs tore from her throat as she laid on the cold ground, almost naked, shivering from both cold and fear. A fear that has become a part of her.Her knee to her chest and hands wrapped around her, dried blood and deep injuries all over her body. The dress around her barely shielded her nakedness but she could care less.All she could ever think of was death. Now she prayed for death to come take her, to come stop the torture and give her everlasting peace. She prayed for an end, for death, but it seemed everything now hated and deserted her.Her body was hurting badly from so much torture. Every part of her body was hurting and bleeding badly due to torture and the pain of being used mercilessly.Even her own screams of pain and agony echoed in her ears every single moment.The familiar loud thud came, followed by the voice that made her want to crawl into the wall and disappear. "Stealer." His voice echoed throughout out the basement, followed by
"Hair?" "Checked." "Lipstick?" "Checked." "Perfection?" "Checked." A tiny feminine voice replied, letting out chortled giggles. Bella rolled her eyes as her stepmother and daughter went on checking on every silly they found pathetically important. She stood still, tapping her foot impatiently. She just wanted to get this over with. "Bella." She took her eyes to her stepmother when she called her. "It's your sister's day." She spoke slowly, walking to her. "Be happy for her." She placed her hands on her collar, arranging it. "Or, at least, fake it." She whispered with a frown on her face. Bella heaved out a deep breath, looking everywhere in the room, except her face. "Yes." She answered and looked down at her feet. "Good." Arielle, her stepmom replied with a sly smile on her face. "Scent?" "I did not forget," Bella replied, clearly uncomfortable, or rather, doesn't want to be this close to her. "Mm?" Arielle raised her brows at her expectantly. "Checked," Bella replied, he
"Stealer?" Alpha Damien said in a low voice. "Yes, she is." Bella felt her heart sink as her stepmother replied. Oh god, why? Now, she better expect the worst. Her heart skipped a beat when Alpha Damien turned to look at her menacingly with a giant scowl on his face, his green eyes turning red immediately, and in the flick of an eye, his hands rose as fast as lightning, to her neck, strangling her immediately. Bella gasped, using both hands to hold his strong arm as he lifted her off the ground. "How dare you, you filthy stealer!" He growled, his fangs extending from his nail, piercing into her neck. Bella gasped holding tightly to his hands as all air cut out of her lungs. She felt hot tears at the back of her eyes when his fangs plunged into her neck. "Please." She managed to speak as tears clouded her eyes, her body filled with terror. Terror at the thought that he might just kill her. Unexpectedly, he threw her straight to the wall with full force, her body hitting hard agains
"We're giving you off to him." For about a minute Bella felt the world around her stop. Her head went blank, like she couldn't understand a word he said. "What do you mean?" She asked in a low voice, as she felt her heart clench in betrayal. Her world seemed to come crashing down around her."We're giving you off to him." He replied, his face still emotionless. Shrugging his shoulders like he just said the most common word ever."You're selling me off?!" Bella nearly screamed, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief. She ignored the pain coming from her broken arm, as it was nothing compared to the pain she feels in her heart."Yes." He replied simply, clearly not bothered. He sold her out, he wouldn't be.Tears clouded her eyes at his reply. How much does he hate her? To the point of selling her off. She tried to fight the tears, not willing to appear weak before him. But this was way beyond her. They never loved her, now they were selling her off like she's some commodity. "Wha
Waking up when the van hit a bump, Bella eyes fluttered open, she blinked repeatedly trying to clear the bluriness in her eyes. She sat up on the floor, listening to the voices chattering at the front side of the van. Mustering all the strength she could, she stood up slowly, ignoring the pains and burns she feels in her body and leaned against the side of the van slowly moving to the door. She stood on her toes, peeping through the small window to see they were trying through a lonely pathway she was sure let to the pack. Bella slumped to her feet, signing defeatedly. She was here already, bloodbath pack in Russia. The most dangerous place ever. She has heard a lot about it and never imagined herself here. Just the Pack's name was enough to send shivers down her spine. But she wasn't going to be a weakling. Even though she'd be considered and treated as a slave, she would try not to give up. She might be scared and terrified to her bones, the reminder that this man is not just an a
*A few days Later* Bella's POV Standing in the middle of the room, I allowed myself to drown into my thoughts. How much I wanted to disappear into the air and hide from these pairs of lustful eyes, staring intently at me. I clasped my fingers together, occasionally separating them to pull the gown down. It was of no use though. The gown stopped before my mid thighs and had a v-neck plunge line, exposing too much cleavage to the eyes of everyone in the room. I was frequently shifting from one foot to another, feeling really uncomfortable at the eyes boring into my skin. Trying to distract myself I ran my fingers on my hand just above my wrist. The scratch mark was slowly starting to heal up. I bit back a wince when my fingers glazed over the small deep wound. I remember the incident well, how can I forget? The next day after I arrived at the pack, the fake scent had already washed off. The guard must've forgotten about the stealer curse and barged into the room, probably to pass so
I remember every one of their warnings, I knew whatever would happen I would never expect it. But I think I prefer that to subjecting to them. I prefer whatever damage might happen that being locked in that dark creepy room for the rest of my life.A sharp pain tore in my head and it felt like I was thrown into a depth of me, where I had no control over myself. I felt trapped. I could see nothing but darkness. I could hear nothing. Just distant petrified screams and growls.I was expecting a stop, I wanted to be in control of my body and run far away from them, but when I realised I couldn't take control of my body, I knew I had made a mistake of letting her out in the first place.I tried screaming, but it felt like I had no mouth nor throat. She was in full control of every part of my body. The fact I had no idea of what she was doing bothered me the most. They said a lot about her, the stealer wolf. She was as bad as no one can ever expect. She's evil and cruel. She always thirsts
I woke up in a cell this time around, quite worse than my previous room. I laid on the ground for some minutes, not finding any strength to get up. It was dead quiet, like this was a different side of the building. I later discovered it was a basement, seeing a stairway leading up into the building.There was a small malfunctioning bulb in the cell, which kept blinking repeatedly, obviously bad. It was really cold down here.I slowly sat up against the wall, groaning loudly as sharp pains tore around my body. I looked down at my elbow which I remembered was completely damaged. A bile rose in my throat as I stared at it. Oh dear god, is this ever going to heal? I know if I don't get to see a doctor or it might get really infected. I knew if I were a real wolf I wouldn't bother about it. Hell! It would've healed by now.I can swear I've never been this way, ever in my life. I felt incomplete and useless and worst of all, weak.I couldn't heal fast and the bleeding hadn't stop. I felt lik
Eleven years laterMarilee's POVOnce again, I'm woken by the aggressive sound of my alarm ringing, I blindly reach to grab it and threw it across the room. The satisfied sound of it smashing against the wall makes me lie on the bed again, taking a deep breath."Marilee, what the hell was that?" I heard dad say as he walked into the room. "Marilee, that's the eighth alarm in just two weeks!" I don't reply to him but bury my face into the pillow, trying to fall asleep again. "Marilee!" Dad yelled again, pulling the duvet off my body. "That's it! Get up, you're going to be late for school!""Can I get just ten more minutes?" I mumbled, curling myself into a ball."No, get up now." He held my arm, pulling me from the bed. "Geez, you'll be sixteen in a few weeks do I have to keep doing this?""If only you'd let me make a choice here," I grumbled, frowning as he placed me on my feet."I hate school, yeah say that again. Marilee, you would be a future leader, you need to make the other kids
Bella's POVIt's been exactly eight weeks since that ugly incident happened. Eight weeks of reconstructing the whole pack, we moved them from the woods where they had been hiding back to the pack. Most parts of the pack were destroyed, especially the packhouse, but it was a chance to change a few of the settings of the packhouse.We laid the dead to rest, using a few weeks to mourn them. It wasn't easy for Damien to get over the guilt of killing his best friend. Taylor was doing quite well now that she had her father, Helen was right. She would be the same if she were with me, she just needed someone very close to her. Heather was back with her parents Zoe and Tobias who were survivors of such long captivity. Damien has been very close to Marilee who seemed to enjoy his company more than mine. It wasn't so hard to convince her that he was her father, she could feel the bond and gave in quickly, besides she had been waiting so long for her 'daddy'. They've grown closer more than I was
I froze, feeling shivers run down my spine when he said those words. I managed to stand up, staring at Damien in shock. Those words rang in my head over and over again.What could it mean?“The stupid symbiosis experiment went wrong on them and now they aren’t what we think,” Freya answered my question and I shook my head trying not to believe it. I did not want to feel hopeless, not after coming this far.“ But there could be something, to save him right? Like an antidote?” I asked, rubbing my palm on my pants.“You really think those scientists make an antidote for all of their mistakes? Do you think they ever fix them? Snap out of this Bella, we have to find a way to bring him back ourselves.” I pressed my lips tight, trying to shove back the cry threatening to escape my lips."Okay." I sniffed, taking in several deep breaths. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the others take several steps back after sighting Damien. He stopped in front of the cell, looked to the side to stare at t
I lunged at the guard closest to me, grabbed him by his neck, and twisted in the wrong direction; I heard a snap and his body went limp. Weak humans! I used his body as a shield for a few seconds as the other guards opened fire and as shooting wildly at me. Knowing it wasn’t going to last and dropped him and moved with speed to dodge those bullets, but I was shocked the most when it seemed the whole world stopped, I could see the bullets in the air, moving very slowly while I just stood watching. What the hell is happening? I looked down at my body to see those magical flames around me; it was on every part of my body, looking so soft. I guess this was what Helen meant by being gifted by the goddess with special powers. I felt really strong and it was like my fingertips were filled with electricity. Well, let’s put this to good use. I held the bullets and the air and threw them back to the men, then everything turned back to normal and they fell to the ground dead. They must’ve called
I tried to push all nervousness and doubts aside as I stood before the huge abandoned-looking laboratory. I see they did a pretty good job hiding from the authorities and the government. I walked around the building, tucking my hands into my coat's pockets. I was dressed in black shirt, black pants and brown coat with white sneakers, comfortable enough for me to run when I sighted the camera. I stopped, immediately I saw the first camera, moving closer to stare up at it. My lips curved into a smile when I saw the red tiny light and without waiting another second, I turned around, walking away in hurried footsteps. As soon as I was out of sight, I took to my heels, hidiny between tall buildings in the area."I'm done." I said, speaking through the mind link to Noah. "We're watching the cameras, just stay where you are till we see the results." "Okay," This was our plan, quite crazy though. Noah suggested we let the hunters come for us, that way we'd be better prepared. They would def
Returning to the Library, Helen insisted I take some rest and continue with the plan later. Knowing she was right and I was feeling quite weak already, I did as she said, retiring to bed since it was late evening already. She gave me a room that consisted of just a middle-sized bed and a small table at the corner of the room and a wardrobe of course; thankfully it had a bathroom in it. So I took a shower, changed into my nightwear, and decided to take some rest. I clenched my fists, biting back a growl when I heard a knock on the door. Shit! I was just a few seconds away from drifting into sleep. Pushing the door I did not expect to see Jane standing outside, clutching a pillow to her chest. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked in a timid voice, pressing her lips innocently. “Just for tonight.” She added, rushing her words. “Jane?” I tried to hide the smile forming on my lips, turning my face to the side. “I’m fucking thirty, not a fourteen, sixteen years old kid.” I rolled my
Few minutes later we walked out of the room after trying off our tears with a profound determination, my brows raised in confusion when we sighted the rest of the workers including Helen all laughing as Marilee stood before them.“Mom.” She ran towards me immediately after she noticed my presence.“What is going on?”“Mom, I was telling uncle Alexei that my name was marry me.” She spoke, staring up at me with an innocent smile.“What?” I chuckled in amusement, moving to sit at the table where they all sat.“Yes, I told him marry me!” She repeated, rolling her eyes.“You know that’s not your name, don’t you?”“I actually wasn’t telling him my name,” She crossed her arms behind her, stretching her lips into a plain smile. “I was telling him to marry me, he just didn’t get it.”“Whattt?” Alexei shrieked, bursting into another fit of laughter.“Okay, that’s enough Mari, you don’t go around telling people to marry you,” I spoke, pushing all playfulness away.“Oh, and you did not also get t
I looked back at Helen with shock all over my face, completely awed at the revealed. "How could you? I mean all this while?""I thought you might've felt it," Helen replied with a shrug of her shoulders."I always felt it, but I ignored it, I thought it was just you." Helen chuckled as I kept glancing between her and the workers. "You know the first thing you should learn now is not to ignore every weird sign you see or feel. It's could mean a lot more." I nodded, understanding her point. If I'm going into a big fight now, even the littlest details or suspicion mean a lot."So, do you guys have a secret pack here also?""No, no. They're just...""We're rogues." The first guy spoke, cutting Helen off. "I'm Alexei." He stretched out his hands for a shake which I accepted immediately. "Bella," I said with a smile on my face."We all know your name already." They all burst out laughing, making me feel hysterically stupid."Silly me." I chuckled, scratching my head in embarrassment."Let
I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat when the announcement of the preparation for the landing boomed from the speaker. Five years and I'm back in Russia, only this time around, I feel like a coward for running in the first place. The kids were quite excited for different reasons though, Marilee was happy she was going on a plane for the first time, and Taylor was happy she was away from school for a while. Heather showed no form of excitement, just staring outside the window before she asked the question that made my heart clench. "Are we going back to the pack now?" Her small tiny innocent voice came through. "No, baby. Not yet." I replied, hiding my emotions with a smile on my face. "I do not like Australia." She heaved out a tired sigh, shaking her head. I knew right from the start she never liked it, but chose not to complain about it. "We'd talk about that later baby." I planted a small kiss on her forehead, wrapping my right arm around her shoulders, and pulling her