"What is going on here?” a voice rang out, ceasing all actions around them.Rebecca slowly picked her head up as soon as the kicking stopped, and noticed everyone staring at a certain direction, where the voice came from. She followed their gaze, and saw Christian standing there, a blank expression on his face as he stared at them. Stared at her.“Oh, Christian~” Jenna called, her voice far too happy to see him. No surprise for Rebecca, though, as it was well-known amongst their peers how much Jenna loves him. “Nothing for you to worry about, Chris. Just trying to get rid of some garbage. Nothing new here.”‘Nothing new’. Jenna was right about that, and Rebecca knew it. She may be Christian’s ‘pet’ now, but that changes nothing. Most especially not how he would be treating her during school grounds. The pair never interacted before, and given the condition of not telling anyone of how she was now living with Christian’s mafia group- as well as Christian being leader of said mafia- it
"And how is that any of your concern?“That is just the sort of question Christian wanted to ask himself. Just as much as he wanted to ask why he saved her the way he did? He didn’t leave earlier than her to help her when she needed it, aware of how her life was already. And yet, not only did he intervene from Jenna, Tomas, and their friends’ usual treatment towards Rebecca, he asked about the injury she had already sustained from them. Why?‘It’s not like she’s my mother. If I were to help anyone at all, any human who needed help, it’d be her first and foremost,’ Christian thought.So he had told himself. And yet, every time he looked at Rebecca, every time he saw her in such pitiful situation, he could not help but be reminded of his mother.And it enraged him dearly.He knew he missed her so much, but to the point that he would be so easily swayed by the act and happening of one mere human girl? Even though he never bothered to assist her in her situation prior? What could have cha
School was more of less neutral for Rebecca, in which she was grateful for. There were no issues going into her classroom, and the teachers were still treating her as they usually would. That is, they at least gave no reaction to her ‘homeless’ situation, if they heard about it.It sets her mind at ease, knowing that she at least still has this one bit of peace in her life. Although the teachers are also aware of her being related to a criminal, they didn’t treat her too badly. Sure, they often gave her difficult problems to answer, questions on tests that were either of a higher learning grade or not yet taught to the class, even made her go on many errands than she should be attending class, but compared to what she usually goes through with Jenna’s group and her father? She did not mind these errands one bit. If there was anything that changed in the classrooms, it would be the attention she was getting. Particularly that from Christian, who for some reason kept glaring at her eve
"What do you mean you agreed to it, Principal Thorston? ” Rebecca questioned.“Rebecca, I’m sure you’re a smart girl. Surely you should know that education is not free to all students,” Principal Thorston only answered, raising her disbelief.“What are you talking about? Of course it is. This isn’t a private school, but a public school! Why should you pull me out now? Because of the lack of financials?! We all know I am already struggling financially before; what’s so different about this time?!”Unmoved by her pleas, Principal Thorston answered, in a calmly manner, “Ms. Kells, you may not think a single penny is all it takes for the the Board of Education to decide whether or not you will pose as a danger to the other kids, but it actually is. Your parents may not have paid the school directly, but they had actually been paying up. In forms of taxes.” Rebecca’s eyes widened at the correction. “A school needs to be funded somehow. Be it to pay the teachers or provide the bare minimum
Christian kept glaring at the door as class went on, wondering when Rebecca would return. It was not out of worry for her, but more under suspicions of her. While he was not sure of why the principal would call for her, he does have some suspicions. Mainly that of her father. He may not know much of the man himself, but going by the 'consistency' in how often he borrowed and returned money, as well as how much of the amount he had borrowed, Christian would not be surprised if the guy went as far as to pull his daughter out of school to prevent spending another penny for her future education. Why, with how easily he sold the girl off to clear his debt, for all he knew, the scum of a man could have pulled the girl out to prevent any questions from being asked from any future lack of attendance.‘If we were those sorts of mafia, maybe,’ Christian thought. He was well aware of how mafias are often depicted. One of his now ex-members most especially displayed how mafia would tend to act.
Rebecca walked out the school with a heavy heart, and her bag slumped over her shoulder. She couldn’t believe this was happening to me. An expulsion, not because she got in trouble, but because she got misunderstood. Very badly. And of course, the source of that misunderstanding came from none other than her own bastard of a father.‘Why did I volunteer to sell myself away for his sake?’ she wondered. ‘Why did I speak against Christian’s decision to want to make him pay instead of allowing it to happen? Plead to Christian to deliver that old man a world of hurt for me? But no… Instead, the good girl part of me wanted to go along with my late mother’s continuous belief that the man she fell for still lives somewhere in that disgrace.’How stupid could Rebecca be? How stupid could her mother be? To believe in something so idealistic instead of looking at the reality. To keep on the belief she knew to be false instead of allowing karma to deliver its judgement in full. And look where tha
Rebecca sat on a broken swing in her backyard, attached to a peach tree there. She couldn't believe what she saw in her house. What she came to realize regarding her father. If she could even still see him as her parent. 'He actually abandoned me. Left to save his own skin,' she thought. When she first entered her now vacant home, she was shocked to see the mess that was left within. Not just that of littered cans or bottles of beer, but also that of cabinets left opened, emptied out of whatever valuables was in them.At first, she thought some robber came into her house and stole everything that was inside, when she went to her dad's room and found it to be left in an even bigger mess. Clothes scattered about, drawers pulled wide open... It was as though something grabbed whatever it could and wanted to leave in a hurry. Or rather, 'someone'.Rebecca didn't want to believe it, but as she continued to look around and investigate the room, she found some of her father's clothes were
As soon as Rebecca was knocked out cold, Christian turned back to her house, where his men were practically ransacking the place for any clues as to where Harold Kells had gone."Hey! One of you take this bitch back to the hideout, now!" he ordered, inadvertently activating his Alpha Authority on them, causing them all to flinch in fright."Yes, sir!" they responded in unison.As a werewolf or two rushed to grab Rebecca and drag her away from the area, Retchet walked up to Christian. "Milord, with all due respect, don't you think you're going a bit hard on the girl?" he asked."How do you mean?" Christian asked back with a growl. "She may be Harold's daughter, but that girl is also her own person. Besides, I'm sure you have noticed it enough, but she truly has nothing to do with her father's disappearance. Not only did she not lie about it, but as you know, plenty of people have kept watch on her ever since you sent that text. Not one person has seen Harold leave this place. Nor did
Now in the face of such transformation happening before her, Rebecca did not know what to think. Her first thought was that she may still be dreaming this, and pinched her cheeks, only to just feel the pain, no matter how hard she pinched herself.“You’re not dreaming, that I assure you,” Christian told her, aware of what she was thinking, doing that. He looked down on himself, glaring at his hand in disgust. “I know this is unbelievable. Trust me, I was just as surprised, learning about this part of me.”Seeing him look at himself in that manner, Rebecca eased up slightly around him, as she continued to hear him out.“I don’t care much about this half of me, so I’ll make it simple. Apparently, there is a world of monsters out there, parallel to this world. There supposedly are gates that connects the two worlds, but I don’t know or care where those gates are. Unlike how humans believe monsters are nothing more than fairy tales used to entertain or frighten children, monsters are well
Rebecca woke up to her neck and back aching a bit. Opening her eyes, she found that she had woken up in bed, in Christian’s room. Sitting up, she rubbed the aching spot on her neck, trying to ease the pain.‘Ow… I must’ve slept funny last night,’ she thought. A thought that gave her a pause, as she realized one little thing. ‘Wait… When did I fall asleep? Or did I never wake up the first time?’She could remember it well enough, the scene somewhat fresh in her mind. How she and Christian found out that Retchet knew about his mother- and potentially where she may be- to the guy changing… into a monster. But, that can’t be real. Her waking up in bed proves that. It had to be a dream.‘Yeah, of course it was a dream,’ she thought, feeling somewhat relieved now. ‘Think about it, myself. A monster? A person turning into a werewolf? There’s no way that can ever be real. Stuff like that is only fiction. Works of fantasy.’The more she told herself that, the more it made sense to her. She did
There were many impossible things that happened in Rebecca's life. Things that should not have happened- never happened to anyone else- yet for her, it all came to be. Because of that, she didn't think she would have a good, normal life anymore. Not even when Christian admitted his mistake towards her and promised to treat her better.Never, however, did she ever think her life would get any weirder. Any worse than it already has. Not when she was standing there, before a real monster… hovering over her.“A… A werewolf…?” she uttered out, resulting in a harsh growl from Christian.Not wanting her to be in any danger, nor for her to witness anything that will come next, see what can never be unseen, Retchet hastily got up and slipped past Christian, landing a firm karate chop behind her neck. One clean hit, and she was knocked out cold. Before she hit the floor, the Beta werewolf managed to catch her and gently set her down.“Milord, please, wait!” he pleaded, resulting in another snar
Retchet had often imagined this day to happen. The day when young Alpha Christian would find out about his little secret. That he knew where his mother was resting. And yes, he had imagined the boy enraged upon finding out that he hid such truth from him. Perhaps even to the point of wanting to murder him with his own two hands.He did not think such a day would come so soon- all because the secret was accidentally slipped to him by another he had hinted out the secret to- as he was practically dragged to Christian’s office. The boy whose strength, at times such as this, becomes insanely powerful, more than that of an adult Alpha, as he tossed the Beta to a desk and slammed the door shut.“You have a lot of explaining to do, Retchet!” Christian demanded. “How the hell do you know about her?!”Perhaps he wanted to cling on to that small hope that he can hide the secret a little longer, or perhaps it was the small habit of needing to keep that secret on Alpha Fenris’s command, but rathe
Rebecca was quite surprised with the words that left his mouth. There were others who already know about the true reason for the mafia’s existence? More than that, Retchet was not supposed to be one of them who knew?“Well… Sure, maybe he shouldn’t be knowing about it, but like I said, he could have overheard the intention from you at some point, or one of those other people who know,” she reasoned, trying to make sense with what she was told.“Neither of those could be possible,” Christian denied once more. “Not once have I said a word about my mother to anyone, or that I was looking for her. Any mentions about her were far too vague. Even my investigation board for her, I never mentioned her relationship to me.”Rebecca grew more shocked and confused when those words left his mouth, as she glanced at the board. As he said, though there were some details on the several notes on there about a missing person they said nothing about who, exactly, that person was. Not to Christian, at le
When Rebecca next woke, she found herself lying in bed. Feeling groggy, she sat up and rubbed sleep out of her eyes… when she came to realize something.‘When did I fall asleep?’ she wondered, looking around the room.Rebecca was undoubtedly in Christian’s room- that much she knew and remember. However, she did not remember falling asleep on the bed.‘Let’s see… What did I do beforehand…?’ she wondered, trying to remember what happened last. She turned her head to the side, where she saw some slips of paper placed on a desk. From what she could see from the bed, they were not notes for Christian’s investigation board. They were handwritten, for one, and the papers were quite big to be put anywhere on the board.Her eyes widened as she recalled the events last night. ‘Oh that’s right. I was jotting down ideas on what the bedroom should look like for Christian’s mother,’ she remembered. ‘I dozed off several times, too. Tried to keep myself awake. Guess I ended up falling asleep at some
As she entered Christian’s room, Rebecca found herself growing stiff once more. Each step she took felt heavier than the last, as she questioned why she was even in this situation. ‘What do I mean ‘why’? It’s all because of that idiot who borrowed their money and never paid them back. Then again, I had to open my mouth and offer myself as tribute instead,’ she thought, reminding herself how her situation even began, before shaking her head. ‘No. There is no use crying over spilled milk. Besides, if you can remind yourself of reality, reality of this situation is that Christian will not try anything to you. He’s not that sort of guy.’She managed to somewhat calm herself as she thought that, trying to put more belief in that thought than having some doubts in it. Something that is more difficult for her than anything else, considering the life she led and was led. Lifting her head up, her eyes caught sight of a familiar board hanging on a wall. One that got her in trouble once with Ch
"This will be your room from this point forward. Should you need anything, don’t hesitate in the slightest to let me or my men know,” Christian told Rebecca, she who could only look on in uncertainty with the room shown to her.“Um… Christian… Why are we at your room?” she asked, recognizing the room very well and hoped that he was either mistaken or playing some twisted joke on her.“Word tends to travel fast under this roof regarding anything involving the mafia. I would imagine your situation would be no different. That said, I cannot exactly say I can trust my men enough to believe they won’t try something funny to you behind my back. They are, however, smart enough to know better than to ever step into my room without my permission. Not unless if they wish to be severely punished after.”It did not take Rebecca long to know what he meant by that. “Because of your mom…” she muttered.Her mutter did not go unheard by Christian, who instantly thought about his long lost relative. He
"What will you do?”Petra flinched upon hearing that voice, as did Rebecca. Not so much as ‘flinched’, as she was just surprised to hear it.“M-Milord…” Petra stuttered, looking at the figure behind Rebecca.“I believe I already made it clear how this one is to be treated, Petra. How quickly you are to disobey me. And here I had thought you were one of the bright ones amongst the many here. How wrong I was,” Christian said.Seeing Christian as he was now, Rebecca also could not help but shudder, having been reminded of the first time she encountered him as the mafia leader. That frightening, cold attitude he had as he spoke, the heartless glare he had in his eyes, as he stared in disinterest. While this was not as bad as the times he had looked at her with so much rage and disgust under the false assumption that she had been mocking his mother, this silent raging aura radiating from him was not any better.“Do forgive me, milord, but I do believe you are mistaken somewhere,” Petra tol