Forrest did not think his surprise would grow any further than it had. Getting a clue on Christen’s whereabouts- a lead to her, to be exact- was one matter. But for it to actually lead him to her whereabouts? And so soon?! No, more importantly…‘Why would Christen be in a bar of all places?’ Forrest wondered, as he looked around the room. Like back at the restaurant, though, no matter where he looked in the bar, he couldn’t find Christen anywhere. Her scent was in here, no doubt about that. But where was the human herself?“Can I help you, good sir?” Forrest turned to the voice that called out to him, where he saw an elderly human cleaning a glass at the counter. “Yes, I’m looking for someone,” he answered carefully. “Oh? Who exactly?”Forrest took a moment to think over his options. This man must be a bartender, for one thing. As such, he must know the names and faces of the people who work in this tavern. Likewise, there was a possibility that he would not tell him a word of Chri
Out of all things Forrest had expected- they being a man of hidden wealth or power, surrounded by either riches, weapons, and/or women, while at the same time also having a very lazy deposition in some way- he did not expect the scent that left the room as soon as the bartender opened the door just a crack.“S-Sir. I brought along a guest,” he stuttered out.“A guest? I don’t think I remember an appointment having been made for today, do you?” a voice within had stated. “He had been incredibly insistent on seeing you. Or rather, see one of our regulars and employees.”“And what? You didn’t think about simply sending him away? A customer who is not here to buy anything is no customer at all. I thought you’d know that, Benjamin.”“Likewise, I think you’d know better than to keep said man waiting,” Forrest decided to speak up then, indirectly saving the bartender from whatever fate he would’ve gotten. “Also, perhaps you should at least ask your own employee who it is who is waiting to s
Forrest raised a brow at the demand. His ex-fiance? Thief? “What are you talking about?” he questioned.“Playing stupid, are we? You can’t tell me your mate didn’t tell you about me,” Damien accused.The fact that he said ‘mate’ instead of ‘wife’ or ‘girlfriend’ or even ‘fiancé’ sent an alarm in Forrest’s head. “Are you talking about Kiara? Why would she know you?”“I believe I said it before, did I not?” Damien asked back. “Your mate is my fiancé.”The revelation took Forrest by surprise. “Your ex-fiance? What are you talking about?”The question made Damien sigh. “Oh, come now. Surely you didn’t think Kiara would stay waiting for you to fulfill your promise all these years, did you? Or at least, her father didn’t. How could he? For after all… You are nothing but a mere Beta. And yet, you think you had what it takes to receive the love and attention of an Alpha werewolf?”Forrest held back a grimace at the mockery. As he was a Beta werewolf- a werewolf ranked lower than an Alpha- he
The shock Damien had over the news he heard regarding the cops that arrived got replaced by rage over how arrogant Forrest sounded.“You damn Beta bastard… What the hell did you do?!” he demanded.“Isn’t it obvious? I had my mate contact the agents and send them here for backup. And the police, as well,” Forrest calmly explained. “The ‘cops’ your boys speak of must be Kiara’s men. I did make it clear to contact those humans a little later. Seems that’s the right choice, if you have some werewolves hiding in here.”The explanation was really starting to piss Damien off, if he wasn’t already. How dare this Beta sound cocky in his presence? All because he got him by surprise! And he was going to pay.“You think a Beta like you has any right to stand against me? An Alpha! Don’t screw with me!” he shouted, getting up from his seat and shifted into his werewolf form.Or so he was about to shift, when a fist suddenly collided against his face, and sent him back down to his seat, and tumbled
Forrest stood in shock at what he was seeing. In this small, dimly lit room were Christen and the human male… lying on a bed. Rather, it was Christen who was on the bed. Bound with her hands tied above her head against the headrest, legs tied to either end of the bed by the ankles, a gag in her mouth, blindfold covering her eyes, and worst of all, completely naked and exposed before him, revealing an abundance of scars and bruises all over her trembling body.“Did you not hear me?! I asked who you-!” Forrest instantly glared at the person speaking in his presence- he whom was holding a small whip in his hand- silencing him in an instant. “Wait a second. Aren’t you-?!” Forrest didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, as he slammed his hand right into the human’s mouth, clamping in shut, as he shifted into his werewolf form.“Not even God will spare you from my wrath,” he growled, his voice becoming deeper than usual from the shift.The human’s eyes dilated upon witnessing his
By the time the police arrived, Damien, his staff, and even the customers within were all detained by Kiara’s men. Well, most of the staff members were. As it would turn out, Christen was not the only person who was there against her will. Giving services to people they did not want to give, but were more or less forced to. As for the customers, some of them were nothing more than members of Damien’s werewolf group, who followed their soon-to-be-former future Alpha to the human world. As for the rest, just some humans they had recruited… into their mafia- the Night Howlers- a disguise that Damien had went with during his time in this world, second to owner of the bar and love hotel.Upon arrival, on Forrest’s orders, the werewolves had left the area, leaving the aftermath to him. There were some protests about needing to stay behind to assist their Alpha’s mate, to help ‘explain’ to the police what happened in the area, but with some convincing from Kiara, the wolves all dispersed in
One trip to the hospital later, Forrest found himself sitting in the hall, right by the doors leading to the emergency room, resting his head on his intertwined hands, elbow on his knees. He had seen Christen off in there, where the nurses sternly told him he was to remain outside, while they and the doctor got to work on helping her recover from her injuries. He had already thought so back in the vehicle, but thinking back to all those wounds Christen had on her, he couldn’t help but worry about it, and wonder one thing.How long was Christen forced to go through that pain?It was not just the pain; he recalled the box of drugs back in the room he found her in. It was not just the syringe that had a dosage used, for he noticed some bags seemed half-empty, and empty vials in the box. Vials that must have contained some of the drugs as well, going by his nose. And he highly doubted those were the only ones injected into her throughout the past few years. There was also the way Christe
Beep... Beep…It was dark, cold and painful for Christen. She who felt so weak, she could hardly move a finger, much less her eyes.She could vividly recall what happened last. One of her violent, ruthless regulars came after a 'boring party', as he had put it, and wanted to relieve himself of the boredom on her. Both sexually and violently.Beep… Beep…She didn't want to go through either of those. Not the pain, nor the forced pleasure. But there was nothing she could do about it. This was, after all, a part of that deal she made with Damien, back when he stopped her from committing suicide, and sweet talked her into working for him. An act that made her hate herself even more. For had she not been so gullible as to easily believe in anything nice- if there was such a thing to start with- she would never have been in this situation.Beep… Beep…‘I don’t want to go through with this any more… But I have to,’ she thought. ‘This is the only way I can support him.’Beep… Beep…‘Him’… Had
"What do you mean ‘you don’t know what’s wrong with her’?” Fenris demanded the healers, after spending hours watching them do their jobs, constantly checking Christen’s condition and comparing notes with one another, and even overheard them coming up with various theories as to what became of her. Theories shot down but the other healers.“Exactly as we mean it, Alpha. We checked over as many things as we could, and even took blood samples to see if there was anything wrong. Unfortunately, as far as we could tell, there was nothing wrong with her at all,” one of the healers explained.“‘Nothing wrong with her’ would mean that she would have no problem with waking up. Yet, she hasn’t so much as respond to our call to her one bit. You cannot be telling me that this is all nothing,” he demanded. “Check her again. Use every method you can think of to find out what is wrong with her. Try to get her to wake. And if I see so much as a scratch on her, I will hold all of you accountable. Is th
Fenris ran in the snow in his werewolf form on all fours at full speed like his life depended on it. Desperate to get to his house in the Diamante-Krawler Pack as quickly as he could. Only it was not his life that needed the saving, but Christen’s, who was strapped to his back with the blanket. Body practically limp on him.“You’re going to be just fine, Christen! I promise you, you’re going to be okay!” he shouted to her, not receiving any response from her at all.‘How could this have happened?! Right after I promise her!’ he frantically questioned. That indeed. How could it be possible? He had just woken up from the nap he was having with her, feeling refreshed, and wanted to make some light meal to have with her. By the time he woke, she was still asleep, not that it bothered him. And since her body was warm- a sign that she was still alive- Fenris just thought to let her sleep peacefully a little longer while he was getting lunch ready for them. While her appetite may not drasti
Fenris was shocked enough with everything he had found out that involved Christen. The way she so nonchalantly accused him of being like the other guys who toyed her really took the cake. “I would never play you like they did!” he exclaimed.Christen was unfazed by the shout, though, as she shook her head. “Of course you wouldn’t. You’re not human like my customers are; maybe you have a different preference in games, too. And now that you’re married, maybe this game you’re playing is one that your wife would be okay with. So long as it ends with my blood being spilled or something.”Shell shocked, Fenris did not know what to think or say about this. “How could you have so little view of yourself? Of me?” he could only ask.“Like I said. It wouldn’t matter what I say. Not to anyone else. Only Christian- my own son- cared, but now he’s gone. With a much better family, who would give him more than I ever could.”“You really think I don’t care? When I saved you from death, cared for you,
Fenris did not know what to think at this point, when he saw Christen crying for her son’s leave. Not out of sadness or desperation for him to come back, but accepting the leave? Accepting that he was happier with another family? But what about him? When he didn’t even know he had a son until now? Not that it was her fault, he supposed…“So… That was our- uh… ‘Your’ son I saw?” he asked.“Yes. And he’s happier with another family,” Christen answered, not daring to look at him, as she only sat on the bed, hugging her legs close to her, with the blanket wrapped around her body.Running a hand across his face in an attempt to calm himself down from this revelation, he asked, “And you know that. How?”“Because I was with him at the time.” The response confused Fenris. She was with Christian when he was with his new family? He had thought that once a child is given to another family, the original would not be allowed to see the kid. Then again, it was not as though she lost custody over hi
Fenris was shocked enough when Christen responded to him, then when she wanted him out of her life- when she wanted to have no further involvement in anything at all- but that last one? That one claim she made in her plea? Did he even hear her right?“Baby? What baby?” he asked, kneeling down to her side. As he was about to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, before he could even touch the blanket, Christen toppled over a bit, leaning against the door, with the blanket falling off her body. To his shock, astonishment, bewilderment, and all other words he could think of to describe the sight before him… Her belly was swelling. No, not ‘swelling’. “Pregnant… You were pregnant?” he asked her, looking to his mate and notice how pale she seemed. While he was no doctor, nor did he know much about pregnancy for human females, he could tell that it was not a good sign for the mother. Just as he was about to comfort her, the scene changed again. Not really the scene itself, as it was mo
It took a while for Christen to calm down. Unlike the last time she had a panic attack, she was still awake. Just huddled against the corner with the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were red and puffy from the frightful crying, and seemed very distant.Fenris walked to her, a cup of tea in hand. “Here. Something to warm you up,” he offered.Christen did not take the offering, much less acknowledge it. Her mind wondering around to other matters.Fenris did not know what to think or say now, as he licked his dry lips. He sat down by her with a light sigh, and brought his tail to her, hoping she would at least react to it. Even then, there was nothing. Fenris was at a loss. Why was his mate refusing to answer now? Was taking her out really that bad an idea? Then again, she was hesitant on coming out earlier.“Did you have some bad experience being outside? Maybe a kidnapping or something?” he asked. A question that was left unanswered, considering how unresponsive Christen h
"Okay, I think that’s enough combing now,” Fenris said to Christen, having endured the gentle grooming long enough, as he moved his tail out of his mate’s hold. He could sense the small dismay his beloved was feeling, but for once, chose to ignore it. For he knew for certain he would not be able to handle any more of that touch if he continued to let Christen continue.He glanced behind him, wondering if his mate’s mood has improved after all that combing. While she did have a small frown on her face, he could see that it was not from the earlier experience; just the loss of his tail. The moment she noticed him looking, however, the frown turned into a slightly frightened, hesitating expression. “As I said, this will be a part of your job,” he reminded her. “I have you cleaning the cabin, it will become too sparkling bright as a hideout. If you do feel restless not having anything else to do, you can comb my tail. In fact, I will even allow you to cook, if you so wish. It gets tireso
When Finral confirmed his son’s bond’s legitimacy, the other werewolves looked on in interest with what the evidence was. “Everyone here tell me first. Has there ever been a time when a werewolf has ever linked their mind to a human in any way?” he began.There were some murmurs at the question, all with uncertain expressions. There were even some who wanted to think that the man was about to talk nonsense- especially from the Krawlers, namely Winston- but could see from the tone and expression that Finral was quite serious in the topic. “My son is able to do that with the human. Linking his mind to her’s when asleep.”The moment the explanation left Finral’s mouth, Winston brushed off the claim. “In other words, the boy was doing nothing dreaming, as are you. And yet it is my and my daughter’s positions that are called to question? If this is dreams we’re talking about, I’m sure many of us here has had plenty of dreams where there are other people included. Loved ones or otherwise.
Back in Fenris's house, in the Diamanté-Krawler Pack, things have gotten quite troubling for the Advisors. “This is the last time we have let your daughter get any sort of freedom, Winston. Not once did she get in the way of another werewolf’s mate bond, but twice. Nay, THRICE, if you include her meeting with Alpha Fenris’s mate the other day!” a male elderly Advisor from the Diamante Pack scolded.“But Allister, this ‘mate’ Fenris claims to be with is human. How do we know for certain of that person if his mate? And furthermore, let’s not forget that the boy is cursed. His senses dulled to the point that they have become equal to that of a human’s senses. Who is to say that he is not mistaken in what he feels?” Winston reasoned. “He’s not wrong,” a male Advisor of the Krawler agreed. “While those of us amongst the Krawler know little of this curse your Alpha has, as the people who have watched over him, you should have some idea of the curse. Better than we do, at least. That being