PRECIOUS I stared at her in utter disbelief. Did I hear correctly? Look at who I was supposed to learn from on how to be a good Luna? "How dare you say that to me?" I raised my hand to slap her, but someone held my hand. I turned around to see who had the guts to stop me from redesigning the stupid girl's face. A nice-looking man stood before me with angry features that I tried my best to guess who it was for. He brought my hand slowly to my side, and from the strong aura he was exhibiting, I knew he was an Alpha. So what if she’s his mate? Does that excuse the fact that she did wrong to me? Still in my bewildered state, I saw him move to her side and circle his arms around her. Rage fueled into me at the greatest meter, and I unknowingly curled my hands into fists. What was wrong with the both of them? How could he dismiss what his mate did just like that? My heart bled because I knew that all eyes were on me. I wondered where my mates were now that I greatly needed them. My ha
PRECIOUS Alpha Alfredo stumbled due to the impact, and I cheered loudly in my mind. He deserved every bit of what he was getting, and I didn't doubt that more was coming. I let my eyes linger on Trisha for a moment to find her kneading her fingers together with a huge frown plastered across her face. She ran to her mate to catch him from falling to the ground, but to her dismay, Tiger kicked him in the opposite direction. I didn't miss the look of fright mixed with anger that flushed her face. She raised her head and her eyes met mine briefly before pure hatred washed over her face, slashing through my heart like an arrow swung by a hunter into an antelope's heart. Fear gushed over me like an overheated freezer, freezing every bit of hope that I had in me. I quickly masked it with a smile, cursing loudly in my mind to never let her see she affected me. I forced myself to look away and focused my attention back on the two men fighting. Alpha Alfredo was once more on his feet, his o
PRECIOUS "Precious Rodriguez, are you running from me?" Amusement danced across his orbs, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile not left in exemption. I halted in my steps and so did Richmond. I shared a look with him before bursting into laughter. Several eyes left the fighting scene to focus on us and I continued laughing when the thought of what might be running through their minds made my cheeks tint with red. "Why will I ever do that?" I brought my left hand to my mouth, muffling the sounds that were tearing me up. "Because you are doing that." He complained with a pout. Wait, scratch that. It was a cute pout. A very cute one. "But I'm not." I rolled my eyes at him. "But you are." He fired back, crossing his right leg over his left. "And I'm not." I wasn't in the mood for all of this. Something occurred to me and I gave him a hard glare. "But tell me, why is no one stopping the fight?" I pointed my finger behind me but Duke's eyes didn't waver off my face.
PRECIOUS I stood in front of everyone feeling all excited that it was all about to begin. Finally I was getting crowned as the Luna of The Blood Canine Pack after all that has happened since the ceremony began. My gaze flickered across the faces in the room and when they landed on two girls from earlier, who introduced themselves as Belinda and Calista. They waved at me with smiles radiating on their faces and I simply nodded, not wanting to cause confusion on the faces of my people. I turned to my right and saw all my mates standing beside me. Nate was whispering something to Alpha Rodriguez while I tried to maintain a calm composure. Twelve elders of the pack all sat at the front, their expressions happy as they all glanced from me to my mates and back to me. One of them, a tall and pot belly man, whose type of head you could regard as a bar head, stood up with a smile, showing his already decaying tooth. He folded the hands of his shirt and stomp his walking stick to the g
DUKE "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have something to show you in regards to this matter." Miracle's voice boomed in the room and I got a chill down my spine. No, let this not be what I'm thinking. Suddenly the screen in the room started playing. The room was dark and I could hear conversations in the background and one of those resembled mine. Then light cast through the environment, revealing I and Bianca facing one another, with her crying and making a mess of my shirt. I let go of her instantly as realization dawned on me. "Why how w-h-o di-d this?" I stuttered, my voice barely audible and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. They were murmuring words about me but I didn't care about what they or anyone thought. I cared only about what my mate thinks of me. I staggered towards her when I saw tears fall down her face like non stop rain. As I got closer to her, she held up her hand and I understood that she didn't want me close. She turned back to the screen and I knew how much it
DUKE Nate, Dad, Tiger, and Richmond sauntered towards us as well, and Precious left my embrace and went to hug Dad. I know she must be missing her own dad right now, especially her family, and I understand. Her emotions had been going awry in the few months she had been staying with us. Something loud and hard crashed onto the floor, and everyone's heads turned towards the sound. The people screamed while I heard Precious gasp. Littered on the floor were the remains of our TV set lying like bread crumbs, and I looked up at the person responsible. Bianca! Rage fueled my body, and I beckoned one of the guards to throw her out. But she was surprisingly strong, and in what did not take up to a minute, she changed into her wolf and charged at the guard. Taken unawares and scared of getting bitten by her, he let her go, and I saw her charging towards us. As she neared us, I prepared myself to fight her back, but what happened next stunned me. She passed me and made for Precious, who had
PRECIOUS A week had passed since the most horrible day of my life occurred, the day that I was crowned Luna and when everyone had to see my ugly side. I stirred in my bed refusing to take my duvet off my body. The last few days had come and gone like a blur, and I for one is grateful for that fact. I shut my eyes close as I still sought after sleep which had gone off my eyes and I was trying to call back. These past few days have come and gone with me waking up very early. They say to live by example so I had to wake up on time if I wanted my subordinates to do as well. My eyes fell on the calendar hung on the wall and they widened in shock. I shot up from the bed to take a closer look and to be sure it was the last day in the month of October and I haven't had my period for the month. Fear clogged my heart and my right hand flew momentarily to my heart and I tried to tell myself that this might actually be a fake alarm. There's no way I could actually be pregnant. Although
PRECIOUS "But getting pregnant isn't so much of a big deal." Avilla, the one with blonde hair said in a serious tone. Meg burst out laughing and I joined her. I was glad that I called these girls over. They have made me happy since the moment of their arrival. "No one is saying it's a big deal Villa," Meg rolled her eyes and i again burst out laughing. I can't help that one is serious while the other is cool. In fact, they are each other when they want to be. Avilla shot her a glare and Meg covered her mouth with her palm to avoid laughing out again. When she collected herself, she picked up the remaining toast on the tray and munched into it. "She is only concerned about having them this early. She is only 18 you know and she kinda has her life planned out and crying babies are not in the pictures yet." "Oh," Avilla said and smiled. "Yes, right?" I asked, watching her expression. And she nodded. "Have you girls found your mates yet?" I ask, my eyes flickering one to another
"Spill," he said, sitting up on the ground as he tried to regain his strength by filling up oxygen into his already depleted body."You will promise to return every penny you and your family owe Beatrice."Lionel stared at him in a flabbergasted manner for a while. He would never have thought that he would ask him something like this. He knew refusing was going to cost him a lot, and he was no fool to bet properties to that of his sister's life or probably his too.But there’s no way he was going to fulfill that part of his promise. Even Francis was aware of this fact as well, which was why he had a backup plan."Deal," he said, getting up from the ground and extending a hand for a handshake. But Francis looked at it as though it was infected by leprosy.Biting back his words, Lionel lowered his hand to his side."Take me to where you hid my girl." Lionel heard the possessiveness in his tone and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship he had with his stepsister. The thou
Lionel's body stiffened at the coldness in the voice of the stranger with his sister's phone. His hold on the phone suddenly became strong, as though he was going to smash it into little chalk flakes.He swore under his breath to deal with whoever was toying with his family. That person was causing his mom and sister to be afraid of him, and he did not like that. He was the son of a very prominent man, and he wouldn't let someone bully him just like that."Where do I find you?" He grounded out the words in anger. Anger consumed him, but he knew he needed to stay calm if he wanted to see his precious little sister again.Francis, on the other side, chuckled slightly but remained quiet for a moment. He was considering playing a little game with the family, but at the same time, he was weighing whether or not they were worth his time.He had wasted his precious little time trying to save the princess in distress, but he had not found her yet."You are wasting my time!" Lionel fired angri
Francis dragged the unconscious body of Violet out of his room and led her towards his car. He unlocked his car and laid her on the back seat before cleaning his bloodied hands on the space on her dress that was without blood.He sat behind the wheel before driving towards her residence.Flashback,After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor.A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor.She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain.Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clanged togeth
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
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PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t