"Marcus, I think you owe me an explanation," I said, standing up, supporting myself from falling."I'm gonna clean the mess." He said trying to come up with an excuse to escape from my wrath."You ordered the maid to clean it up a few minutes ago." I narrowed my eyes at the man who realized what he was doing. Chuckling, he dashed out from the kitchen, leaving me all alone. "That man." I groaned, rolling my eyes.I tried walking with my injured feet but I couldn't, I galloped to sit on a chair, exhaling and pushing all the blame to Marcus. I sat there for some minutes before Mabelle came to my aid."Miss, are you still feeling any pain?" She said with concern.I nodded my head in affirmation. "Yes, Mabelle." "The master has been working from home for some weeks now and visits you to join him in his study," Mabelle informed."It's unusual. He doesn't allow anyone in...""...except the other master; Marcus." Mabelle cuts in."Right. Help me up." I stretched my right hand and she crouche
Alpha Galan's eyes were filled with passion and determination to protect what he believed and what he loved. "I'll support you," I said, determined to work beside him as his mate.He gazed into my eyes, removing the glasses with a smirk on his face. "Support me?" Alpha Galan chuckled. "How can you possibly support me when you're a human? And your kind are my enemies.""I'm not them. I can support you in every area that I'm good at." I said firmly not stepping down this time.A satisfactory smile played on Alpha Galan's lips as he rose from his seat, walking towards me as he turned my chair around to face him. "In every area that you're good at right?"I nodded in response, oblivious to what he was trying to say. "I'll do my best.""I'm going to introduce you to my pack members but for now, why don't you show me what you're capable of." He continued smiling.I felt a lump in my throat instantly as I wanted to reverse what I said and disappear from his presence. "Alpha Galan, I...I wa
My eyes widened in disbelief. Before me was a wedding certificate with my name on it and Alpha Galan's name, it left me utterly stunned. My jaw dropped, and my heart raced as I struggled to comprehend what I was witnessing. I couldn't help but feel a surge of astonishment course through me as if I had stumbled upon something truly extraordinary.I stretched my shaky hands to reach out to the certificate on the desk but he slapped my hands off with his pen."Ouch!" I fizzled out in pain. "That hurt.""What do you think you're doing? You're in my study and you're supposed to be calm and your ass fixed on the chair." Alpha Galan cautioned as he motioned to sit back on the chair."But what's that wedding certificate all about? Is it real or false?" I asked, curious to know what was going through the mind of the Alpha in front of me. "Theia, although you don't need an explanation for this but I think I owe you one." Alpha Galan said, arranging his documents."I think you do," I said calml
Alpha Galan kept staring at me, hitting his index finger on the table as I thought about the possible things that he might be thinking but his face was void of any emotions.I needed answers and why is he acting as if we got all the time in the world? "Aren't you going to tell me?" I asked impatiently."My dear, Theia, you're quite the impatient one. But I'll tell you. We've wasted enough time.""Exactly." I nodded in response."Shh," he shunned me, crossing his lips with his index finger seductively as he narrowly closed his eyes. "There's a reason behind all of it and I want you to listen to me while I'll be the one to do the talking."Again, I nodded in agreement as he handed over to me one of the documents about the wedding certificate."I know that isn't your real signature but it doesn't matter, I want us to be legally mar...""...Alpha Galan, there's an emergency." Marcus broke into the study room and our eyes turned to meet him in unison.I sighed in frustration and glared har
The study room was hushed as the duo ran out of words but Marcus remembered the main reason why he was in the study room with Alpha Galan."About those men from earlier. I searched deep into their connection and who they really are." Marcus informed.Alpha Galan massaged his temple, he almost forget about that particular situation as his mind was already clouded about Theia and the wolf hunter."I did my search too." Alpha Galan said and he opened his computer and brought out a photo and some information below the photo. He turned the computer around for Marcus to see his findings.Marcus' lips curved in a smirk. "Bullseye!" He exclaimed. "I knew these men were up to no good.""But the problem is, I didn't find any related search on the person they came to find, like the main reason why they're in this city." Alpha Galan heaved a sigh of tiredness."True, but don't worry, the great hacker is sitting right opposite you." Marcus smiled mischievously.As the study room dimmer in the soft
"What? Why are you telling me about that now?" Alpha Galan yelled in anger."Calm down, man, it was an irrelevant fact," Marcus said and he closed the personal computer, drifting his attention back to the angry alpha in front of him."An irrelevant fact? Are you sick? Do you know how Theia will feel if her grandmother dies?" Alpha Galan yelled."Huh? Are you being considerate now? Aren't you the one who derived her from seeing the old lady?" Marcus retorted.Alpha Galan slammed his hands on the desk. "Enough!" He roared.Marcus instinctively kept his mouth shut. "Does the old lady know about her condition?" Alpha Galan asked, lowering his tone."She doesn't?"The angry alpha sat back on the chair, swiveling, with his mind still reeling on the revelation. "The old lady doesn't know about her situation. This would be a big shock to her.""I'm more shocked right now because I've never seen this side of you and the fact that you're been considerate is so weird," Marcus revealed, undermi
Hastily, I got downstairs only to find both men busy with their personal computers. I cleared my throat to gain an audience from them and they turned to look at me in unison."Oh, you're here," Marcus said as he kept his personal computer aside and Alpha Galan did the same.Alpha Galan gestured to sit beside him and I did that without hesitation."So, we've gathered here again because of you, Theia." Alpha Galan started with the discussion, crossing his elegant long legs."Okay?" I nodded."Why didn't you tell me about your grandmother's health?" He gazed at me, causing me to swallow hard."I didn't mean to, I just didn't want to bother you with it," I said.He narrowed his eyes and slowly turned away. "Now, I'm bothered. Anyways, how many more days do you think she has left? Do you think she can make it up to the end of the year?""I don't think so, currently, she had sixty days to live so, she can only make it up till November," I said, lowering my gaze, tears threatening to fall my
Marcus paused for a while before going on to his next question, this time he was dead serious about each question he asked and I couldn't help but answer every question not excluding even the slightest detail. "How did you both meet?" Marcus asked."I and my grandmother were waiting for Mr. Mario on a chilly evening. My grandmother was fully dressed and I didn't know her reason for that and it was unusual, we wanted to give him the cabbages he ordered but he never showed up until my grandmother left, saying she wanted to go out and look for him." I explained, exhaling before I continued with my explanation. "I was all alone that night and suddenly Mr. Mario showed up from nowhere and he took me to the slave establishment after I had some argument with him." "Wait a minute!" Alpha Galan cuts in. "He was the one who took you to the slave establishment?" He asked in awe, his face etched with disbelief.I nodded in response."What about your grandmother? Did she later tell you the reaso
Weeks passed, and Marcus found himself entrenched in the clandestine machinations of Alpha Galan's enigmatic world. The city's heartbeat pulsed with the rhythm of secrets, each echoing footstep and whispered conversation carrying its own hidden agenda. Marcus had become a shadow within the shadows, a vigilant sentinel on the lookout for any sign of Mr. Mario's movements.Theia's safety was his paramount concern, and he couldn't escape the gnawing guilt that accompanied his role in the intricate web that ensnared her. He had become a pawn in a grander scheme, one that remained shrouded in mystery. Alpha Galan had shared only morsels of information, keeping Marcus in a state of perpetual uncertainty.One chilly evening, Marcus received a cryptic message on his encrypted phone, summoning him to a dimly lit alleyway on the outskirts of the city. As he arrived at the appointed location, the shadows seemed to close in around him, and he couldn't help but feel as if he were walking into a tr
The city's pulse quickened as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced across the bustling streets. Marcus stood in the dimly lit parking lot beside his unassuming car, his face concealed beneath the hood of a dark sweatshirt. His fingers danced over the small recording device he had wielded like a spy, replaying the pivotal conversation between Mr. Mario and Evelyn.The digital file was his ticket to influence, to maintain his position within a web of secrecy and power that ran deep within the city's underbelly. Marcus knew that the information he possessed was valuable beyond measure. With a few deft taps on the device's screen, he forwarded the recording to a secure location, ensuring it was tucked away from prying eyes.Once the data was safely stashed away, Marcus retrieved his smartphone, the screen bathed in an eerie, bluish glow. He dialed a number he had committed to memory, one that had remained dormant for far too long. Each ring felt like an etern
Mr. Mario's room, a dimly lit and confined space, was a reflection of his tumultuous thoughts and his increasingly desperate situation. The dwindling days of September cast long shadows through tattered curtains, further accentuating the gloom that seemed to envelop him. He paced back and forth, the aging floorboards groaning beneath his footsteps, as he tried to come to terms with the harsh reality that time was running out.September was rapidly drawing to a close, and with it, the ominous deadline for repaying Sergio loomed ever larger. Mario had dabbled in the shady corners of the city's underworld before, but this predicament was of an entirely different magnitude. The debt he owed was substantial, and the consequences of failing to repay it were too dire to contemplate. He needed a solution, and he needed it urgently.His thoughts continually circled back to a name – Theia. She held the key to his salvation, or so he believed. The elusive woman had vanished into the shadows, lea
"Ma'am, Ms. Marshmallow is awake." The nurse came out of the operation room adjusting the nose mask she had as she broke the news to Alpha Galan.I couldn't help but jump for joy and wrap my hands around Alpha Galan's neck, jumping on him. "I'm so happy!"Alpha Galan's eyes opened in awe as he least expected my actions. I chuckled noticing how uncomfortable he was as I respected myself and maintained poise, clearing my throat as I turned to face the nurse."How's she? Can we go and see her?" I asked not being able to control my excitement.Nurse Emily giggled. "No, you can't for now. The doctors are still packing up." She explained before excusing herself to leave. And of course, she didn't leave without batting an eye on Alpha Galan who remained a straight face until her disappearance.My jaws dropped in disappointment but I didn't let that pull me down because I was too excited to see Marshmallow. I had a lot of apologies to do and some encouragement to give."I can see you're super
The medical team, despite their exhaustion, continued to work diligently. Dr. Reynolds, now with a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, gave orders with precision. "Nurse, hand me the micro-sutures," he said, his voice steady but tired.Nurse Emily, who had been assisting since the beginning, quickly passed the required instruments. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency, a testament to her experience. "Here you go, Doctor," she replied, her voice calm and respectful.The beeping of the heart monitor continued to provide a rhythmic backdrop to the room's activities, a constant reminder of the patient's fragility. Marshmallow lay still, her chest rising and falling in the controlled rhythm of the ventilator.Dr. Reynolds meticulously sutured the incision he had made earlier, his hands moving with expert precision. Each stitch was a testament to his skill, a delicate dance between life and death. The room's tension had not dissipated; instead, it had shifted into a different form –
As the medical team began their assessments and preparations for Marshmallow, Nurse Emily turned to me with a gentle but firm expression. "I'm afraid you'll need to leave the room, Miss," she said kindly. "We have to perform an operation on Marshmallow, and it's important for the doctors to work without any distractions."Reluctantly, I nodded, knowing that Marshmallow's well-being was the top priority. I leaned down to give Marshmallow's hand a gentle squeeze, whispering words of encouragement once more before stepping out of the room.The waiting room felt like a purgatory of anxiety and uncertainty. It was filled with the hushed voices of worried family members, each waiting for news about their loved ones. I found an empty chair, my heart heavy with concern for Marshmallow.Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I sat there, lost in my thoughts and prayers for our friend. The minutes turned into hours, and with every passing moment, the weight of the situation pressed down on me. Wou
I sat in the hospital room, my eyes still fixed on Marshmallow, who lay motionless in the bed. Alpha Galan's words lingered in the air, his offer to bring me food and clothes a testament to his thoughtfulness. However, my desire to be with him, to support him in this trying time, tugged at my heart."Alpha Galan, I appreciate your kindness," I began, my voice soft but filled with determination. "But I want to be there with you when you go home. I can help you gather everything we need, and it'll be a welcome distraction for both of us."Alpha Galan hesitated for a moment, his crimson eyes searching mine. I knew he wanted to protect me, to shield me from the harsh realities of Marshmallow's condition. But we were a team, and I couldn't bear to be away from him when we needed each other the most.Finally, he nodded, a reluctant agreement in his expression. "Very well," he conceded. "But promise me you'll be careful and stay strong. I'll need you by my side when we return."I nodded, gra
The hospital corridors bustled with activity as we made our way through the maze of sterile white walls and echoing footsteps. Alpha Galan's phone continued to buzz intermittently, the messages and updates a constant reminder of the urgency of our mission.Finally, we arrived at the door of Marshmallow's hospital room. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Alpha Galan push the door open, revealing a small, dimly lit room. The sight that met my eyes sent shockwaves through me. Marshmallow lay in the hospital bed, her petite frame pale and fragile against the crisp white sheets. Tubes and wires were connected to her, monitoring her vital signs, and a ventilator softly hummed in the background.Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the sight of my friend, battered and bruised, lying motionless in the hospital bed. It was a stark reminder of the brutality she had endured, the pain she had suffered at the hands of Mr. Old Face.Anger and regret churned within me as I cursed Mr. Old F
The morning sun bathed Marcus's room in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the floor. The room itself, an oasis of calm in the midst of chaos, seemed to hold its breath as Marcus stood before his open wardrobe. He moved with a quiet determination, each garment he selected meticulously chosen, each fold of fabric a testament to the gravity of the task at hand.I observed him in silence, my heart heavy with the knowledge that the moment had come. The mission against Mr. Mario and his network of shadowy collaborators was no ordinary endeavor. It was a labyrinthine puzzle with stakes higher than we could fathom, and Marcus was at the forefront, willingly stepping into the unknown.Beside me, Alpha Galan stood like a guardian, his presence a source of strength in the face of the impending challenge. We had become a trio bound not only by circumstance but by a shared sense of purpose - a purpose that demanded secrecy, courage, and sacrifice.The question that ha