As he walked away from the ‘custom-made’ room he had his people prepare for Rebecca, Christian could hear the girl scream behind those closed doors, and his werewolves chuckling as they have their way with her. In terms of cruelty, perhaps what he was doing to her would be cruel. The way he saw it, however, it was but the exact sort of punishment fitting for her.‘She wants to put herself in a pitiful situation? Consider that wish granted,’ he thought, feeling no such remorse for what he has sentenced her to.At first, he truly did think about having her be sent to his room, chained to somewhere like a pet she was to be. However, the more he thought about it, the more it disgusted him. Being in the same room as that girl, who tries to make herself look like some great victim? She knew nothing about being a victim. Remaining in the same room as her would be the same as betraying his mother. Much less allow any more freedom to that bitch. Freedom that his mom never had.‘I should probab
Christian arrived at the door leading to his office, making no gesture to even reach for the doorknob. Though he practically told Retchet that he would be meeting this one visitor of his, in all honesty, he does not want to see this person one bit. In fact, he much rather be anywhere but on the other side of the door. Being in the same room as one of the people indirectly mocking his mother disgusts him enough, but with one of the very people who ousted her? Ruined her already-miserable life even more? Not to mention made a false promise about finding her and bringing her home.‘Whatever that bastard is here for, it better be quick,’ he thought, holding back a growl. He took in a breath to calm himself and opened the door.Standing in the room, looking over a photo placed on Christian’s desk, was a man in a suit. Not too old, but also not too young, going by the bits of wrinkles he had on his face. The wisdom shown in his eyes. A guest he may be- an esteemed guest to the mass- to Chr
How Christian wanted to snarl when Forrest brought up the human he has in his midst, unamused with the response the older werewolf gave him. “So, you have all the time in the world to be worried about one other human, yet you have no time at all to find my mom? You really are showing me how much she means to you. Oh, but that’s right. Unfortunately, aside from me, for one reason or another, there is not a single person in the world who gives a damn about her! Not even the man who practically forced me into her!” he claimed.“It is because I do care about your mother that I am asking about this human with you,” Forrest retorted. “How so? Do you think she actually knows where Mom is? You think she has some kind of clue to lead us to her? If she or that deadbeat dad of hers did know of such, I would’ve already known it, don’t you think?”“Christian, the reason I’m asking about her is not because of your mother. It is more because I know of the terrible things she had gone through that
Christian did not know what to expect when he heard Retchet has gone mad. Retchet, one of the few werewolves who had been around since he formed the mafia, and had been an ally in Christian’s eyes. Who at one point even asked about his reason for forming this group, why he refused to be referred to as Alpha, and supported his decision wholeheartedly. To hear that very same Retchet has gone mad. Gone against his wish concerning the one creature living under the same roof as them all… He truly wishes to know now what that werewolf had to say for himself, as he marched on to the very room the guy was said to be in.“Retchet! What is the meaning of this?!” he demanded, slamming the door open.In the dark room, he could see plenty of werewolves were on the ground, battered in pain and agony, and several others standing on guard, facing a particular figure on the other side of the room. There, lying on the floor unconscious, was Rebecca, who looked worse for wear, with her clothes torn, reve
Once things have settled down somewhat in the hideout, in Christian's room, Retchet sat by the bedside, where Rebecca laid asleep, her body concealed under the blankets. The once troubled, frightened expression that she had on her now-bandaged face was replaced with a more peaceful one, as she slept the rest of the day away.'Looks like she'll be fine, now,' he thought, a bit relieved to see her at peace.When Retchet rushed into the room earlier, he didn't know what to think, as he saw several of their werewolves beat Rebecca so severely. Not just beat the poor girl, but tore her clothes off, leaving them in shreds, and even took their wieners out to please themselves on her. Had he been a minute late, those wolves would undoubtedly forcibly mate with her, and he did not know what he would do if that happened. What he would do, if Christian's orders and reward for them actually went through."How is the girl?" came Forrest's voice, grabbing Retchet's attention. "Alpha Forrest. Rebec
Christian was in his office, sitting at his desk, staring at the photo that Forrest had in his hand earlier. It was not much of a photo, as it was really just a drawing, made by a child. The content? A woman in a dress, with a little boy next to her. They were not just any woman and boy; the latter was him, when he first drew it many years ago, and the former was his mother.This drawing was one of the first things he made for her, after Forrest saved them- saved her- from a madman. He didn't remember much about that guy; only the pain he forced his mother to go through, while he had them imprisoned in his ‘love hotel’. At the time, he didn’t know exactly what sort of torture she had to endure; only that it often ended with her returning in a miserable state, her clothes disheveled, and sometimes with some new bruises on her body. Yet, despite what she went through, every time she returned to their room, a smile would form on her face, as though to hide her pain from her son. Or maybe
"Milord?"Christian turned his gaze to Retchet at his call. He who awakened as soon as he sniffed a new yet familiar scent in the room.“I see someone has made himself comfortable in another’s abode. I don’t believe I remember allowing you to rest in my room,” he stated.Retchet would flinch at the statement, if not for one little fact that Christian was in his room with Rebecca. The latter taking the former’s bed as she slept and recovered. Even if his Alpha had ordered Rebecca to be brought here to recover, even if Forrest managed to talk him out of getting her raped by a bunch of human-demeaning werewolves, neither of those were enough for Retchet to feel at ease, leaving the human girl here with the half-werewolf. Besides, as assigned by a higher-ranking werewolf, he was now Rebecca’s protector. He had to ensure her safety, even if it was from Christian.“I assume her injuries has been tended to,” the Alpha then said.“Yes sir,” Retchet answered. “What will you be doing to her fro
'It hurts... Everything... hurts...'Pain was the first thing that registered in Rebecca's mind as soon as she regained conscious. She slowly opened her eyes, finding herself in an unfamiliar room. It was not the dark room- at least, she hoped it wasn't- and it certainly was not Christian's room. The room seemed bigger compared to his, and it had a window, judging by the curtains she could see, with a bit of light peeking in from the other side, as she tilted her head to the side. Just that one small action alone was enough to make her groan in pain, and her body feeling just as sore.'What happened?' she wondered, raising a hand to her head.In doing so, she could see a faint red mark left on her wrist. One look at the mark, and memories of what happened last came flooding back into her, causing her to pale in shock.'O-Oh... That's right,' she thought, now turning to the side, as she curled up her body as best as she could despite the pain, and wrapped her arms around herself. 'Chri
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