MITCHWe decided to always be there with our mates. Each of us took turns whenever we had to leave. For today, I was assigned to stay with her while the others left to check on the recent corpses. The killer had topped up their games. After the call he gave Summer, ten bodies showed up. And it had only been three days! Three fucking days. It made little sense to me. Why was he doing all this? What does he hope to gain? Luckily, he hasn't called Summer since that day. We kept her phone with us, waiting for him to call, but the bastard didn't. It seemed he somehow knew we were the ones holding the phone and refused to call, knowing we would answer it and trace him. We didn't tell Summer about the recent deaths, realizing that would only bother her. We wanted to keep her happy and her thoughts away from the pack. This was one of the doctor's instructions.“I want milk doughnuts,” Baby girl moaned, looking at me with puppy eyes. “Get some for me, darling. The babies are hungry,” she ad
SUMMERIt was fun teasing my mates. Who would have thought the game would be an interesting one to play? Sitting back on the couch, I looked at him, smiling when he scowled at me. “Are you pissed at me, Mitch?” I questioned, sniffing as I pretended to be upset. This was one of my ways. “No, I'm not. I can never be angry with you, darling,” he said, forcing a smile. “I'm just pissed at my work. It has nothing to do with you,” he added, his face saying a different thing. A smile broke out on my face as I nodded, relaxing on the couch. This is so much fun! My days of being bored out of my senses are over. “I will be right back, baby girl. Don't leave the office,” he instructed as he rose from his chair and hastened towards their restroom. I stifled a smile as I watched him. It was bloody funny. I already knew what he went in there to do. Though I felt sorry for him, I couldn't deny the fun I was having from this. I relaxed on the couch and crossed my legs, amused. But the mirth di
I froze in my steps, my eyes darting around before my gaze landed on a box not too far from where I stopped. It was wrapped in a pink gift wrapper and he placed a white paper on top. With shaky legs, I walked towards it, still looking around, trying to check if I would notice something odd from those walking around. Everyone's attention was either on where they were going or the call they were making. None glanced my way as I strode to the package and bent to pick up the paper.To Summer, it read. I peered at the box before I lifted it. It wasn't as heavy as I expected, seeing how big the package was. I peered around once more before I turned and returned to the office, forcing a smile at the workers who greeted me. Mitch was still in the restroom when I returned. The moment I dropped the package on the table, he stepped out. “Baby girl did you —” he paused in his steps, his eyes moving to the box on the table. “What's that? Who delivered it?” He walked towards me, his gaze still
I was eager to open the package to know what was in it, but Mitch considered otherwise. He wanted the others to be with us to avoid any problems. As I sat opposite him, I kept on stealing glances at the box, trying to imagine what might be in it. My hungry, gluttonous mind thought it might be chocolates. Who knows? The killer has a crush on me and confessed this way. How else did he send something to me and ask me to enjoy it? It must be something edible. “Why do you seem excited to open the box?” Mitch questioned after I asked him to forget about the others and open the package so we could see what was in it. I lifted my shoulders in a shrug at the question, running my hand through my hair. I removed my hair from the ponytails a few minutes ago, choosing to let my hair cascade down my back. “I just want to know what's in there.” He nodded, turning to face his system once more, dismissing me. “Exercise a little patience, will you? The others will soon be here. We will check what'
The tongues of those men and their private parts, dried and stuffed into a small plate inside the box were what he sent. A scream tore from my throat as I covered my ears with my palms, shaking my head. Even as I closed my eyes, I could still see the smoked meat. My mates held me as they tried to get me to cool down, but it was difficult for me to do that. I couldn't unsee what I saw. ....It took me more than an hour to calm down, after vomiting everything I ate.“He didn't just do that,” I whispered, looking up at Mitch. I could still see the roasted parts even though the box had been sent to the hunters. It was as if the image were ingrained in my memory, never ready to let go. “It's alright. Just think of it as normal steaks —”“That doesn't help at all,” I muttered, trying to rid my thoughts of what I just saw. I curled on the couch and closed my eyes, willing my mind not to think of it, but it was difficult for me. It seemed my mind wanted to remind me of it every chance it
I paced the floor, my mind over the place. I was trying to think of how to go about this without hurting anyone. The man said he would not meet me should I tell my mates about it. It means he would only show up when I meet him alone. Though that sounded like something I would do, I couldn't even fathom how pissed my mates would be should they learn I kept something like this from them. I doubt they will be happy, especially Mitch. He will have my head for hiding something like this from him. I sat back in my office chair — It's Mitch's, though — my gaze going towards the door. I knew it would only be a few minutes until they returned to their office, and I needed to think of how to go about this without making a mistake. I already made one by leaving the office to collect the package when Mitch asked me not to. I couldn't afford to piss them off more than I did. And going to meet the man without letting them know was something that would infuriate them more than anything else. I w
I didn't get a message from Mr Lover until 6 AM the next day. I was already awake when I got his message. Unknown: Meet me in two hours. Don't forget, should you show up with your mates —any of them —I won't meet you. I frowned, getting up from bed. Yawning, I walked into the bathroom to have my bath and brush my teeth, looking at my hideous reflection in the mirror. I looked so bad, more than my mates did. Sighing, I placed my hand on my belly, mussing. Why did this have to happen at a time like this? I was supposed to spend the days with my mates, giggling as they took care of me. This was presumed to be a time of glorious memories. Why did the stupid man choose such a wrong timing? What was he aiming for?I got ready with my mates within thirty minutes. I didn't have to overdress or try to look nice because there was nothing nice about anything happening at the moment. The black gown I wore, stopped just below my knees. Before, whenever I put on the gown, it always clung to my
MR LOVER's POVI watched them leave, a small smile playing on my lips. They were like pawns in a chess game. If I wanted any of them gone, all it would take was just a snap of my fingers to get that done. It wouldn't even take that long. They were just vulnerable, out in the light. Sighing, I relaxed on the roof of the house, looking up at the sun. What do I want? I'd asked myself this countless times, but couldn't find an answer to that. First, I did it to get their attention, to rile them up, but then it turned to fun. I wished to play with my victims and toy with the hearts of the men I wanted. And now? I had somehow fallen for their mate. What the freaking hell's wrong with me? Why can't I just decide on something to fulfil it? Why must my emotions be all over the place? It was draining as fuck, acting like someone I wasn't, whenever I'm not acting as Mr Lover. Pfft. What a corny name. I just sent it on a whim, not thinking it through. It wasn't until the message got delive