The next day, Rebecca had been feeling restless, as she worked about Retchet's room, sweeping whatever dust and trash laid about all over the floor."Rebecca, I'm pretty sure you've swept up enough," Retchet told her, having just returned from a meeting with Christian and the other higher-ups of the gorup.Rebecca turned to him with a raised brow. "You're back already? I thought you were going to meet with the master. You said it will take a while.""Yes. And it has been a while. Over an hour ago."Surprising as it was for Rebecca to hear that an hour had already passed, when it felt like minutes to her, she gave no reaction to the news. "I see..." was all she could say.Retchet's eyes softened at the response, unsure what to make of it. Ever since they returned from the woods, the girl had been very quiet. Her and Christian both. Both he and the other wolves were unsure what to make of it. At the very least, they were certain that it was unlike their Alpha to be so quiet about anythi
Christian's mind has been wandering for a while now. Ever since the drive back home last night. No… Ever since his chat with Rebecca, after the girl had completed her share of vengeance on Jenna’s group. Perhaps even before the chat with her, when she had those reactions after exiting out the shack. From the relieved joy that was once on her face, to that of shock and horror seconds later.‘Why did she have that reaction? Shouldn’t she just stay happy after what she did to those people?’ he wondered. That was indeed the question that has been invading his head. He knew well enough what Jenna and her cohorts did to Rebecca- everyone did, in fact. Be it the students, and even the teachers. Those people were never discreet in their treatment towards her. And because of Harold’s crime, rather than defending Rebecca in any way, the teachers more expect her to take after him at some point, and do more than simply defend herself from them. Either that, or considering how he- son of her fath
How long has it been since Rebecca was able to walk out the streets in peace? Or at least, as peaceful as it felt for her at the moment, considering she was still on watch by Retchet, who was walking right beside her. “The air sure is fresh for a nice walk, isn’t it?” he said.“I guess. Though you don’t need to start up any conversation if you don’t want to,” Rebecca told him.“Ah, don’t be like that. I’m not forcing myself to have a chat with you. Even though the silence is a little unnerving for me.”Rebecca turned at him with a judgmental look on her face. “I’m pretty sure you just admitted that you’re forcing yourself to talk here,” she stated, in which Retchet chuckled at.“Yeah, I suppose I did just do that, didn’t I?”She knew she was still technically his slave, but if she could be honest, seeing Retchet act this way around her really relieved Rebecca some. More than that, it helped her feel a bit more peaceful deep down. She couldn’t remember the last time she was at least s
As the door opened with the jingling of a bell, Rebecca hesitated to step inside the building. Something that did not go unnoticed by Retchet, as he turned to her.“Is something wrong?” he asked her.Rebecca hesitated to answer, unsure how to tell him about her past with the people here without looking weak in his eyes. Without him possibly laughing at her. He may not look the part to do so, but Rebecca wouldn’t really know. Not only did he stifle back a laugh when he heard her stomach growl, Rebecca did not really trust others much to start with anyway."Rebecca?" Both picked up their heads and turned to the source upon hearing someone call out to Rebecca. Their eyes laid on an elderly gentleman behind the counter. The expression on his face turned into a joyful one once he saw their attentions on him. Specifically that of one human girl. "Ah, I knew it is you, child. My, how you have grown since the last time you came here."While Rebecca was glad to hear the guy say such about her,
Christian walked out and about in town, taking in some nice, fresh air as he stretched his arms out. ‘Gotta admit, it really is nice to get some air out here,’ he thought, feeling somewhat relaxed now that he was out, with his head slowly clearing up from his previous thoughts. ‘With everything that went on, I don’t think I ever took a proper break these days. This walk should help perk me right up.’“Mommy, can we have some ice cream?” he heard, as he turned to see a little boy holding hands with his mother across the street. The child pointing at an ice cream parlor near them.“You want some ice cream right now? You do remember we have some cake at home, right?” the mother asked.“The cake will be dessert. I want ice cream! The smooth, cold stuff!”The mother playfully placed a finger on her chin in thought. “Hmm… I wonder now. Should I really buy you some ice cream?”The boy looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Please. I’ll help with chores later.”“Really? And what about your hom
When Christian walked into the cafe, he did not expect to meet one of his people there. Much less with their slave accompanying them. And from the looks of it, they seem to be having a swell time together. A sight that brought disgust down his being.“Mi- I-I mean, boss! Hi. What a… What a lovely surprise, meeting you here,” Retchet spoke first, stuttering as he greeted him. No doubt to keep their occupations secret from the staff members. Rebecca, on the other hand, pursed her lips together and furrowed her brows in a glare. Or at least as close to a glare as she could. “Why hello, dear customer,” an old voice called, grabbing Christian’s attention. “Welcome to Sweet Solitude. I will be with you shortly. Please, by all means, sit wherever you like. I will be with you shortly.”Reminded of what he was here for, Christian decided to put whatever malice he had growing for the pair- for Rebecca- behind him and sat at a table far from them.As they watched him sit at a distance, to both
Today was much like a rollercoaster for Rebecca. One moment, she was ready to succumb to a life of slavery. The next she was given a chance to at least still retain a taste of freedom, feeling pure joy for the first time in a long while, which then ended abruptly by a face from her past. As if that was not enough, the person responsible for her current misery was now helping her against her former bully?“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Julio demanded.“Oh, come on. Surely you have at least some common sense to know when to use your inside voice,” Christian sighed. “This is a cafe. You want to act like some baby, do it elsewhere. Unless if you want us to call the police, that is.”Julio instantly grew annoyed by the threat than he should be frightened. “What was that, you punk?” He was about to raise a fist to punch Christian, only for the half werewolf to tighten his grip on his wrist, forcing the human down to a knee in pain. “Ow, ow, ow!”“The only punk I see here is you,” Chr
Rebecca was a bit surprised to hear the response that came from Christian. His mother? It couldn't be his adopted mother he was speaking of, could it? Did he know his birth mom?As though reading her thoughts, Christian took in a breath. "I don't like talking about the past. Mainly because I was still a bit young to remember much of it. I can barely remember her face," he admitted. "The pain, on the other hand... That I can never forget."She shouldn't be curious to know about the past. Not when it was not reason enough to forgive him for what he did to her. Still, he was willing to open up to her about what happened. Perhaps she should give him the benefit of the doubt? Just a small chance to hear him out?"What happened?" she dared ask."About the same thing that happened to you. No... Even worse," he answered, his hold on his canned beverage tightened just remembering the past. Though she noticed the action, having this feeling that she shouldn't push on with this topic, Rebecca w
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