~Emily~...She skillfully pulled out a sword from wherever and held the blade at my neck, I could already feel the bluntness digging into my flesh."Why are you bleeding?" She questioned, her gaze scrutinizing me."I-I-"Have you been lying? You're Kyra, aren't you--"No, no I'm not, I swear" I argued, "my name is Emily, I have no idea who you're talking about!""But you're bleeding. If it's not the curse, then explain it""I-It's an allergy reaction!" "What?" "I get nosebleed whenever I'm in a new environment, it's a rare allergy reaction that I have since birth."Her brows knitted, from her expression I could tell she didn't believe me. "You don't believe me?" She shook her head negatively, "liar.""I'm not. Wait," I grabbed my bag and searched through it with hopeful fingers for the painkillers I had thrown in the previous day for the injury I sustained from being yanked off the road. When I grasped them, my fear subsided a bit, I pulled the bottle out, "see? I just forgot to
Alpha Diego's POV .. I sat tiredly on the chair, releasing a heavy sigh of perspiration. I could hear the drums heavily yet meticulously beating announcing the commencement of the biggest event an hour from now. In less than an hour, the Thanksgiving celebration that usually takes us a week to prepare for would be held. All morning, I had worked severely and solely for this purpose, you can say it's one thing that keeps an Alpha extremely busy like a slave; although in vehemently different ways. Five years ago after the Syria sword was discovered and gifted to my pack by my father on his dying bed; I made sure a day, at least, in every year, was dedicated to worship it and offer thanks to the moon goddess for this unprecedented and unrestricted act of kindness and protection. It's a secret that the sword is the source of our protection and most of our wins in the pack, especially in times of war like this. The sword was a quest from my first fathers and it was discovered by m
... ** Alpha Diego** *Kyra!* She was the first person to cross my mind after the awful realization and just as I took a step towards the exit to go find my mate, a bright light met my sight, and a figure stepped into it. I squint and discovered it was Kyle, beta to the Blackfur pack; his presence impulsively caused me to pause. I stared at Kyle who bore a victory smirk on his face as he held out a sword at me, his steps bold as he made his way to where I was. My wolf was starting to get into a fight mode but I was quick to control him. Until I have Kyra under my protection, until I am sure she is perfectly fine; I didn't want to bring my wolf to an uncontrollable state. I turned and headed in another direction but a pause jammed me again when a Blackfur warrior stepped in front of me. Not ready to give up, I turned the other way but the path was already covered by another warrior, I made a quick circular motion with my eyes and realized that I was surrounded. Analyzing the situat
... Alpha Diego... .. Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it. It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone. I bent over at the bracelet and let my blood drop on the red beads, it gave a bright glow. I shut my eyes and with difficulty, muttered a prayer to the moon goddess. *..My last chance. I failed. Not just you, not just myself; but my pack. The pack you entrusted in my care. I failed everyone. At the expense of my life, I plead for salvation; one last chance. A chance to ruthlessly right my wrongs, without mercy or remorse to the ones involved. I am grateful enough for this opportunity to talk to you in a situation
*Emily's POV* .. I carelessly flung my bag across my shoulder as I ran down the street now standing opposite the gigantic tall building; I took a glance at my wrist and cussed when the time came into view. I was ten minutes late already. Just my first week and I already have a record for lateness. In my disheveled state, I hurried into the building, ignoring the desperate stares I got as I walked on. I ran up the staircase in twos, checking each tag on the door for my class. With my bag dangling behind me in massive sways, I took a stop in front of a door after confirming the inscription on the smooth glassy surface. Running towards the door after my sudden halt, I felt my bags suddenly starting to wear me off. Trying to keep it in place had me bumping into something warm and hard, that instantly sent me crashing to the floor on my knees. My bag went sprawling to the floor; releasing some of my books from it. I rubbed my forehead painfully and sighed tiredly when I saw my books
... .. Emily dashed into the restroom the moment she realized his absence. She slammed the door behind her after she swooped into one of the stalls, she felt her nose running and she watched in the mirror, with horror-filled eyes as black blood drizzled down her nostrils. Her jaw dropped in shock; her heart thumping like giant raindrops slapping against an iron roof. With shaky hands, she began rinsing the blood off, her breathing so solid; save for the running water, she doubts the heaviness of it remaining in the enclosed space she was in. Grabbing a final handful of water from the running tap, she noticed the scratch on her wrist, the exact place his surprisingly razor-sharp fingers had dug into. She could still feel his finger digging into the area, his eyes; dark as night, boring into hers as if reaching for her soul. She breathed out, managing to shut her mouth. Alas! He found her. Her gaze moved to the sink, observing as the thick dark blood from her nose ran into the s
...**Emily**~I winced erratically as I placed the band-aid carefully on the already treated wound. I stared at the mess on my dressing table before darting my gaze to the mirror seated in front of me. From the mirror, I could see my study area occupied with loads of assignments and unfinished projects on the table, unlike any other school day I couldn't find strength to work on them today. Today's event was in full control of my thoughts. The fact that my supposed past had finally caught up with me haunted my memory. One thing I know for sure, is he isn't going to spare me. It took him twenty years to get to me, twenty years of continuously living with the new being I created in him, the demon I supposedly made him become; how can he possibly spare me?He is a Demon, a cursed Alpha and I am his prey. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed me live this long if he wasn't already doubting my identity, he's probably trying to avoid any error that will cause him more trouble and until his
~Emily~...She skillfully pulled out a sword from wherever and held the blade at my neck, I could already feel the bluntness digging into my flesh."Why are you bleeding?" She questioned, her gaze scrutinizing me."I-I-"Have you been lying? You're Kyra, aren't you--"No, no I'm not, I swear" I argued, "my name is Emily, I have no idea who you're talking about!""But you're bleeding. If it's not the curse, then explain it""I-It's an allergy reaction!" "What?" "I get nosebleed whenever I'm in a new environment, it's a rare allergy reaction that I have since birth."Her brows knitted, from her expression I could tell she didn't believe me. "You don't believe me?" She shook her head negatively, "liar.""I'm not. Wait," I grabbed my bag and searched through it with hopeful fingers for the painkillers I had thrown in the previous day for the injury I sustained from being yanked off the road. When I grasped them, my fear subsided a bit, I pulled the bottle out, "see? I just forgot to
~Emily~..My brows knitted in confusion as I tried to sit up but the strong ropes bounding my legs limited me. Afew wriggle and they came off. Tenaciously, I recalled the last event before I passed out. Those men, did they bring me here? In my dream?I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Why was I in my dream? Tied up and unconscious. Is Diego going to kill me?Quickly, I climbed off the king-sized bed I was tied onto. The fluffy feel on my skin was also familiar, Diego and Kyra shared this room as a couple. I felt a cold chill run down my spine as my feet touched the floor, I looked around and found the door where I expected it to be, I was barefooted but that didn't bother me. I walked to the door and twist the knob but there was no budge, I tried it again and gave up after a few more trial. I left the door and began searching for my bag, I found it hanging down a stand and I immediately took it off the hook; reaching inside it for my cellphone. Just as I felt it, I h
...**Emily**~I winced erratically as I placed the band-aid carefully on the already treated wound. I stared at the mess on my dressing table before darting my gaze to the mirror seated in front of me. From the mirror, I could see my study area occupied with loads of assignments and unfinished projects on the table, unlike any other school day I couldn't find strength to work on them today. Today's event was in full control of my thoughts. The fact that my supposed past had finally caught up with me haunted my memory. One thing I know for sure, is he isn't going to spare me. It took him twenty years to get to me, twenty years of continuously living with the new being I created in him, the demon I supposedly made him become; how can he possibly spare me?He is a Demon, a cursed Alpha and I am his prey. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed me live this long if he wasn't already doubting my identity, he's probably trying to avoid any error that will cause him more trouble and until his
... .. Emily dashed into the restroom the moment she realized his absence. She slammed the door behind her after she swooped into one of the stalls, she felt her nose running and she watched in the mirror, with horror-filled eyes as black blood drizzled down her nostrils. Her jaw dropped in shock; her heart thumping like giant raindrops slapping against an iron roof. With shaky hands, she began rinsing the blood off, her breathing so solid; save for the running water, she doubts the heaviness of it remaining in the enclosed space she was in. Grabbing a final handful of water from the running tap, she noticed the scratch on her wrist, the exact place his surprisingly razor-sharp fingers had dug into. She could still feel his finger digging into the area, his eyes; dark as night, boring into hers as if reaching for her soul. She breathed out, managing to shut her mouth. Alas! He found her. Her gaze moved to the sink, observing as the thick dark blood from her nose ran into the s
*Emily's POV* .. I carelessly flung my bag across my shoulder as I ran down the street now standing opposite the gigantic tall building; I took a glance at my wrist and cussed when the time came into view. I was ten minutes late already. Just my first week and I already have a record for lateness. In my disheveled state, I hurried into the building, ignoring the desperate stares I got as I walked on. I ran up the staircase in twos, checking each tag on the door for my class. With my bag dangling behind me in massive sways, I took a stop in front of a door after confirming the inscription on the smooth glassy surface. Running towards the door after my sudden halt, I felt my bags suddenly starting to wear me off. Trying to keep it in place had me bumping into something warm and hard, that instantly sent me crashing to the floor on my knees. My bag went sprawling to the floor; releasing some of my books from it. I rubbed my forehead painfully and sighed tiredly when I saw my books
... Alpha Diego... .. Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it. It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone. I bent over at the bracelet and let my blood drop on the red beads, it gave a bright glow. I shut my eyes and with difficulty, muttered a prayer to the moon goddess. *..My last chance. I failed. Not just you, not just myself; but my pack. The pack you entrusted in my care. I failed everyone. At the expense of my life, I plead for salvation; one last chance. A chance to ruthlessly right my wrongs, without mercy or remorse to the ones involved. I am grateful enough for this opportunity to talk to you in a situation
... ** Alpha Diego** *Kyra!* She was the first person to cross my mind after the awful realization and just as I took a step towards the exit to go find my mate, a bright light met my sight, and a figure stepped into it. I squint and discovered it was Kyle, beta to the Blackfur pack; his presence impulsively caused me to pause. I stared at Kyle who bore a victory smirk on his face as he held out a sword at me, his steps bold as he made his way to where I was. My wolf was starting to get into a fight mode but I was quick to control him. Until I have Kyra under my protection, until I am sure she is perfectly fine; I didn't want to bring my wolf to an uncontrollable state. I turned and headed in another direction but a pause jammed me again when a Blackfur warrior stepped in front of me. Not ready to give up, I turned the other way but the path was already covered by another warrior, I made a quick circular motion with my eyes and realized that I was surrounded. Analyzing the situat
Alpha Diego's POV .. I sat tiredly on the chair, releasing a heavy sigh of perspiration. I could hear the drums heavily yet meticulously beating announcing the commencement of the biggest event an hour from now. In less than an hour, the Thanksgiving celebration that usually takes us a week to prepare for would be held. All morning, I had worked severely and solely for this purpose, you can say it's one thing that keeps an Alpha extremely busy like a slave; although in vehemently different ways. Five years ago after the Syria sword was discovered and gifted to my pack by my father on his dying bed; I made sure a day, at least, in every year, was dedicated to worship it and offer thanks to the moon goddess for this unprecedented and unrestricted act of kindness and protection. It's a secret that the sword is the source of our protection and most of our wins in the pack, especially in times of war like this. The sword was a quest from my first fathers and it was discovered by m