“Where are you coming from, Soma?”
Startled, I move back, almost tripping as a result. I was never expecting what just happened. Why would I be expecting to find out that there’s someone in my room in the first place?
The only reason I have not freaked out or anything yet is because I have recognized the voice already. And yeah, I could see who it is as well now but that does not change the fact that I’m annoyed as hell now.
“How did you get into my room?” I ask in the least suppressed tone I could muster in order not to find myself yelling at him — Mark — as I enter into the room. And as for the door, I shut it close the moment I was in it.
“Wherever you went to must have been so important that you actually forgot to lock your room,”
“Oh,” Now that was a realization about what I’ve done. And yeah, I ne
“It’s crazy, I know,”“What’s crazy?”“Everything,” I say as I unconsciously tap my cheek with the ball pen I am holding. I could feel a kind of chill come with it but it seems I might have forgotten that I just took the pen out of my mouth before tapping my cheek.“Do you even know what you are talking about, Soma?” A slight yell and I am stunned to the core. My mind had completely blanked out before the sudden force of the yell that got me this way.I shake my head before twitching my face into a frown while staring at the person that chose to almost give me a heart attack across the desk in my office. “What did you do that for?” visibly annoyed, I ask the person who was none other than my sister, Cassie. Enough reason to keep on glaring because there was nothing else I could do to her.“What did I do
LUIS:The whole atmosphere gets awkward soon after I push the door open that gives me entrance into the spacious office. And it only becomes that way when my eyes land on the one I came here for. To be precise, it was when both of our eyes make contact with each other.I try as much as possible to maintain a neutral expression while shutting the door close from behind me. I take a quick scan of the office, the creamy walls with the touch of black shooting back at me. Even the curtains were the same as the walls. But what stood out in the office was the red hair on her. Yes, her. Alpha Soma, actually. And I was here to see her.There was something about her expression, though. She seemed bothered. More like she has a problem. And it only took me a moment to discover the reason for her supposed agitation.Someone else other than the two of us was in the room. Don’t know why it initially took me a
SOMA:Should I be worried about the fact that he just said he has no spirit wolf? Or is he trying to pull my legs here? Definitely not the latter because we haven’t known each other enough to warrant him trying to play games with me in such an important circumstance like this.Nothing about his expression says he was even attempting to joke around. He looked dead serious as I have always known him to be, although today, he has shown me more than one emotion to know he could also react to things like every other people.I wasn’t going to allow the curiosity of wanting to know what he meant by that statement to eat me up so I ask, “What do you mean you don’t have a spirit wolf? Aren’t you a little older than eighteen?”“I am..” he says instantly.“How old are you then?”“Twenty-four. Will be in s
SOMA:“Urggh,” I groan as I struggle to take off the right pair of shoe from my foot. The struggle to get it off me was real but I have no idea why it was this difficult. And just like that, with a little force, I end up ruining the pair by ripping it off my foot.I couldn’t say anything other than stare at the mess I’ve made. It was a total mess because there was no way in heaven’s name that I could use the pair again. Not even through a repair because the amount of tear it has on it was nothing to write home about.Maybe it is just me but everything around seems a little off point. More like not the way I roll kind of thing. Probably the reason I could not hold handle the pressure that cans with it which resulted in me being a little too extra.Relax your mind, I instruct myself mentally as I get up to my feet so I could take off my top and other things on me. Without
SOMA:Quick. Direct. Precise. That was how Mark’s response came to be. He didn’t beat about the bush. Didn’t even give me enough time to say any other thing before his quick response.I can’t be with Luis? Why would he say that in the first place? The awkwardness that fills the air has me sitting back down. I sit in a way that would make me look directly at him because there is going to be a lot to talk about.“And why can’t I be with him?” was the first question I throw at him to begin a mini-interview about the exclusive statement he made.“He doesn’t deserve you, Soma. That’s just what I know,”Is Mark already prepared for this or what? Just like his statement that brought about the present moment, his present response was also quick.“But you don’t even know him,” I claim.
LUIS:‘Fifty-six…’ and I go up for the next push up with sweat trickling down my arms. “Fifty-seven…” I mutter as I go down, coming up soon after. And then, ‘Fifty-eight…’The distraction from having a lot on my mind was making me get weary faster than I normally would while exercising. This was the third round of my hundred-a-go push-ups, and on a regular day, it would take until the fourth round before I get this weary. But I cannot seem to handle much of the pressure again.“Sixty-one..” I grit my teeth while calling out the newest number and then going in accordance with it. If I get through this round then it would be a miracle for me. Why can’t I just get these stupid thoughts out of my mind?And then my senses suddenly start to tingle but it does not stop me from what I am doing. The tingle wasn’t a call for dange
SOMA:“How many times do I got to tell you to knock before you enter, Cassie? I could be in the middle of something, you know,” I say to my indifferent sister who just barged into my office as usual. And just like how her timing is always wrong, I’m drowned in a lot of files to tend to, which means she is about to intrude upon my work.Cassie takes a seat across my desk, and I can tell from the way she is staring at me now that she is not going to give me a reaction that she cares that she just barged in on me working. Get used to her, Soma!“Pfft,” I can only scoff as I look down at the load of files in front of me ready to be worked upon. Or should I say to be continued?“What’re you doing?”“What do you want?” I choose not to respond to her question by throwing a question back at her in place.&ld
SOMA:Cassie has frustrated me to the core. And there was no doubt about how it has already eaten me up that I have to give in to her demand about telling her what is supposedly going on between Luis and me.I stand up to my feet just so I could avoid the stare that comes with her ‘I knew it’ attitude. She hasn’t done it yet, but I know she would eventually so it was better I avoid it now.My back was already turned against her when she speaks: “So, he’s truly your mate and not one of your flings?”The question has me turning to look at her in bewilderment. What does she make of me? A hoe?“Why would you even say that?” Disgust is coiled around my tongue when the words get out of my mouth.“Because I know you like the back of my palm,”“Since you claim to know me well, have
SOMA:Two weeks later.Two whole weeks after the Dark Moon pack went through a whole crisis because of me. Two weeks after I managed to save them in some way. And two weeks after doing the only thing I thought best at that time which was to secure my mate.Marking him was never my intention at first. I have no idea what came over me. But I would pin it on the fear of losing him once again. Claiming him was the only way I can be sure of connecting with him should I case something like what happened to the Dark Moon pack goes down again.He did the same. Yes, he marked me too. And we went a full week after that trying to ease my unquenchable pleasure. Never knew a female wolfling would fall into a week of ecstasy after being marked. One of the reasons I should have taken my time to study a lot about my kind.But it was the best one week of my life. The best I could ever wish for. I
SOMA:I do not have it in me to do it. I tried but I cannot see myself killing my brother. Not even a bit. No matter the amount of rage fueled in me, there is a major part of me that still acknowledges him as my blood. So, no, I won’t do it.He must be surprised to see that he isn’t dead yet. Especially when he opens his eyes to look at the sword dug right into the ground beside him. It was at the last second that I changed the course of direction or else he would have been long gone now.I stand upright, pulling up the sword from the ground alongside. My eyes are closed as I take in a deep breath to relax my nerves. I must have hit an adrenaline rush by now with the rate at which I took the fight with him.“What’s stopping you? Why don’t you just kill me?” Harold's voice interrupts my brief peaceful state. He sounds like he is in distress. Almost as if he cannot t
SOMA:The transformation, the breaking of the chains, the chaos happening outside which was apparently something I masterminded — those things should not have happened, but they all did.It all came down to using the special gear. It was something fortified to counter the weakness bestowed upon a wolfling. One of a kind and linked with my insides and energy, according to what my father had told me when he handed it over to me some years ago.What I had just done set Harold into another round of shock. How I had suddenly transformed into my spirit wolf while he was attempting to strike at me was much of a surprise to him. It should not be happening. And even I would not have pictured such a thing if I had not remembered my gear.In his stunned motion, Rainia has aggressively clawed at him, right at his chest. At the last second, he moves back to avoid her paws digging right into his chest. Inste
SOMA:A closer look at me and you would know how much concentration I have fallen into. Although I have not shut my mind completely from the outside world, I can hardly hear anything ongoing around me. That’s if there is any.It would probably be the fifth time I would be in this state of position since I got the gear back from Leonard. And the usefulness that Leonard wanted to know about has not been maximized yet. I’m sure it would in no time.At the moment, I feel so confident. Much more confident than I was a day ago when I first opened my eyes to this hellhole. Much more confident than when I realized my brother has destroyed the image of the family bloodline. Even more confident when my mate proved to be as insecure as ever.I have this glee in me that something worthwhile was about to occur and I am in full preparation for it. I just want to set my mind to it and hopefully, it woul
SOMA:“Did being a Black Lotus fill a void in your heart? A void that no one else knew was there?” I was tempted to ask and so I do. It was mostly out of sentiment that I proceeded with that minutes later because I had to let him dwell in his regrets. There was no doubting how bad he feels about his action.He turns around to stare at me in disgust. And to be honest, it made me feel like shit. “Why do you care?” he asks. “It’s not like you were not blessed to be outstanding in all things while I was not. So don’t come at me trying to make it seem like you’ll understand how I feel.”“Have you always had a problem with me? I didn’t ask for any of this for me,”“That... That right there is the problem I have with everything. You got all of that without requesting but it was given to the wrong person. You are the wrong person,
SOMA:I have never been this hurt in my entire life. Not in my existence. Not even when I was cheated by was when I was little.Maybe he is right. I should have let him be from the scratch. When he told me that he wanted nothing to do with me because of his insecurities, I should have listened to him and let him be.“No matter the situation, at least show her a little appreciation for making an effort to save you. Don’t you think you are being selfish by making her feel worse than she already is?” Leonard snaps at Luis in my support and I know Luis is not going to take it lightly.“Stay out of this!” Luis talks back at him.“You do not get to tell me when to speak!”“It’s okay the two of you. Just forget about it,” I caution them before it could go further than that. And I am glad they adhered to it.
SOMA:I don’t know if I am fighting the feeling or the feeling is fighting against me. But the discomfort from it is not something my mind could withstand.Perhaps I am imagining things because suddenly I start to see the opposite of my mate right in this dark alley that I am in. Didn’t I subdue him earlier? What is going on here?As he starts to approach me, I try to move back but a force is preventing me from doing anything. I cannot move my legs and neither can I move my arms.The lightning speed he uses in catching up to me was beyond comprehension. And just like that, he has his hand tightened against my neck as he begins to snuff life out of me. That was the last feeling I got until I forcefully open my eyes to see that it was not real.My eyes try to get in line with the happenings around me as I gasp for breath. I was in a dark room just similar to the dark al
SOMA:The transformation took place within a second. Too fast to even worry about. But within that short time frame, I felt the quick breaking down and repairing of my bones as Rainia took over my entire being, pushing me to the back seat.The first thing she does is howl, claiming her right as the only available wolf here. That is if Mark doesn’t come out of that building to do the same. Luis was not a given in this situation.What would be revealed to the others now is a creamy white wolf about to go on a riot on all fours. A wolf three to four times bigger than the size of a built man. And with this, I could get the needed advantage over a dangerously possessed Luis.The speed at which Rainia takes to get to Luis is twice faster than my regular speed. And through her eyes, I can see Luis getting ready for the attack, which proves her speed has not beaten his yet.With he
SOMA:This is not my Luis. No, nothing about the man approaching me can be linked to the one I can confidently call my mate.The footsteps, his stare, it felt like he was deluded. More like possessed because the range at which he was coming at me felt completely different from the man I know.And to confirm my skepticism, I call his name, “Luis?”There was no spark of recognition from him. Not even a reaction to tell that he recognizes me. Immediately I knew how bad the situation is that I have to look up at the supposed mastermind of this whole thing — the masked man on the roof.“What did you do to him?” I ask, gritting my teeth in anger. I can swear that everything in me was telling me that I should charge at him.“What did I do to him? You’ll find out soon,” was the instant response I receive from him.