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
When Rebecca next woke, she woke up with her head throbbing in pain, particularly on the left side of her face. As she raised a hand to soothe the pain, she heard the light sound of metal being dragged, and noticed some kind of tight grip on her wrists. She opened her eyes, finding herself lying on the cold floor of a dimly lit room. As she sat up, she looked down at her wrists, shocked to see them in metal cuffs and chains. Her brain more alert, Rebecca got up to her feet and looked around the room. The only source of light that she was able to find was the small hanging light above her head. As for anything else in the room, there was nothing else here at all. At least, nothing else she could see with how weak the light was.'Where am I...?' she wondered at last, looking back down at her chained wrists. 'Why am I in chains?'She heard the sound of a door opening and turned to see Christian walking into the room. "You're awake. Good. That means I can get this done faster than I thou
Rebecca's eyes widened at Christian's request. Nay, the command he gave her."I-I... What?" she stuttered out."I know you heard exactly what I said, slave," Christian calmly retorted. "Now be the good slave that you are, and strip.”Rebecca may be frightened of him, of what he may do to her, but that doesn’t mean she will just drop everything and do as he says. Especially not if they were orders like that. “C-Christian, on second thought… Can’t we-?” Sadly, before she could finish her question, Christian gave her another smack across the face.“You really don’t learn your place, do you?” he sarcastically questioned. “Well, that is just fine. I won’t be the one giving you thorough lessons anyway. At the very least, I won’t have to deal with that slow stupidity of yours.”Rebecca became confused by the statement. He was not going to be the one to do what she assumed he would? While she was happy with the news, she was also worried, for if he was not going to give these sorts of ‘lesson
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
With Christian, as it was in the middle of the day, he has some difficulties slipping through the pack. Thankfully, there was a part of the fence that had a hole in it, big enough for him to go through in his wolf form, and poorly hidden. After that, he had to sneak past the many busy people in the village. They who seemed to be in a festive mood, as was the village itself.'Is there some werewolf festival going on here?' he wondered, hiding in the shadows."I can't wait for the young lord to be here," he overheard a female werewolf spoke. She a teenager, and speaking to some other females her age."None of us can. I still can't believe the Alpha has had a son this whole time, and none of us knew about it," another one of the females stated."I wonder what the son is like. Then again, since he is the heir, he must be someone dashing," another one of them said."Strong, too. He may have human blood running through his veins, but he is still an Alpha rank. Plus, our kind is much more su
At the same time, within Fenris’s mansion, the Alpha was just finished setting up some flowers in a vase on a nightstand right by Christen’s bedside.“What do you think of the flowers today, Christen?” he asked in a low tone, looking at his sleeping mate. “These are daffodils. They are said to symbolize new beginnings. And hope for a bright future. I thought they would be perfect since… Well you know, our son will be arriving today. Though, these probably are not the best flowers to use, considering the state of things.”Despite the words coming out of his mouth, despite how he is speaking to his beloved, as expected, she has not even reacted to a single thing he said. He had hoped that hearing about their son’s arrival would trigger something in her, give him a sign that she will wake soon, at least for the son she gave birth to and raised. But alas, as he feared, there were no sign of improvements at all to her condition.“I wonder if you will at least react to him being here,” he m
Some days have passed since Wilford’s group saved Christian and Rebecca from the Neo Krawlers. In the time that passed during their travel to the Diamante Pack, while Christian kept his distance from their werewolf guides around them, Rebecca had been making some small talk here and there with them. If only to help ease tension between him and the rest of the werewolves. Get to know them better so she wouldn’t have to fear them so much. Her opinion of them most especially improved after they managed to find shelter the first night, and one of the werewolves provided proper medical treatment for her leg. She was honestly astonished to learn that even werewolves truly would need to learn some medical knowledge from that werewolf. Namely due to some certain factors that they apparently cannot heal from. “Hoe is your leg feeling, Rebecca?” Christian asked, getting her attention.“Hm? Oh, it’s fine, as far as I know,” she answered. “If anything, I should be the one asking how you are, Ch
Meanwhile, away from Christian’s group, the pair of werewolves who were sent by Wilford to assist Ratchet and Petra arrived at the area Rebecca had told them they had left them at. A part of the woods that had a large sturdy tree with a hollow opening, and a log that may be close by to it. ‘May be’, considering how Retchet had used it as a club or bat when he helped her and Christian escape.At the very least, the trio would’ve heard a scuffle going about as they approached, only to see no sign of their fellow Diamante werewolf.“Damn it, I think we lost them!” the male with blonde hair cursed.“It was quite the run to here. I’m actually amazed those two made it as far as they did as humans. Especially when one of them was injured and getting carried on his shoulders,” the female werewolf with her blue hair in braids stated. “This is not the time to be impressed. If Retche gets captured by the Neo Krawlers, that would be as bad as any of us Diamantes getting captured. No… It would be
As they walked to Christian’s father’s pack, the Diamante-Krawler Pack- or just ‘Diamante’ Pack- the walk there was quite silent. A bit too quiet for Rebecca’s liking. It wasn’t that she disliked it per say, as it was more that, being surrounded by people who knew Christian’s father, she had thought that Christian would want to know at least a little bit more about the man who gave birth to him. This was especially considering the fact that the bits of things they were claiming about him sounded to be good things. Nothing vile as Christian believed about him. As much as she wanted to know more about him, though, the truth about the father, she also knew that now was not exactly the right time. Not while she was being carried by the half werewolf in the middle of the crowd surrounding them.“You look like you want to talk about something,” Christian said, causing her to flinch.“Was it that obvious?” she asked.“I’ll only answer what I’m comfortable in answering. Anything else- especi
"Your mother’s name… Is it ‘Christen’?”How Christian’s world seemed to have turned when the question left the older werewolf’s mouth. The one other thing he knew about his mother that a certain handful also knew of. And those handful all hailed in the human world.Or so it should have been, as far as he knew. Unless if any one of Forrest’s werewolves had actually also returned to this world at some point and spoke about his mother to others by name, or Retchet himself for that matter.Rebecca stared at Christian in worry when he froze in stupor like this. Not that she could blame him, going by the expression he had. She certainly was not told by him or Retchet what his mother’s name was. In fact, if he never told anyone about his search for his mother, then chances are that he never told them about her name either. So for this werewolf to correctly guess the name right…“How the hell did you know her name?” Christian demanded, rage slowly building up in him as he slowly came to reali
Christian and Rebecca were at a loss. Standing before them was a small group of werewolves. Though they did not seem to be much of threats to Christian, with Rebecca in his arms, he knew better than to risk fighting against them in this situation.Rebecca also knew Christian was not going to be able to fight against the number. Not while he has her burdening him. This was exactly the sort of thing she wanted to avoid, and now, because of the injury she sustained…“Christian, leave me here,” she told him, to his shock. “Wait, what?”“You have to leave me here. There’s no other way!”Christian was flabbergasted with what she was telling him to do. “I am not leaving you behind!““You have to if you want to find your mother! You need to!” she urged him.Christian was not going along with it, though, as he shook his head in denial. “No way! Now look here-”Before he could say another word, several figures ran past him, much to his stupor. Confused, the pair picked up their heads and looke
Christian and the others could not believe their current predicament. They were only stopping by a nice sturdy tree to take a little break from their walk, when not only did Petra go about insulting humans, but they have found themselves suddenly surrounded by a large number of werewolves. All who seemed to be far from friendly."Who the hell are you lot?" the young Alpha demanded with a growl.Rather than feel threatened by the question, the feminine werewolf sarcastically stated, "Oh, how scary. You growling like that. And they say a dog's bark is worse than its bite?"One of her comrades snickered at the comment. "A dog? When that mutt has human blood running through his veins?"The statement took Rebecca and Christian by surprise. The latter especially, since no other werewolf back in the human world- at least, none of his mafia members- had said anything about him being half human. Then again, earlier the first figure was able to correctly identify their race after she took in th
Footsteps dashed quickly along the muddied ground, as Rebecca and Christian ran through the woods in the dark of night. Panting, with exhaustion threatening to catch up to them, as was another.Rebecca tripped or slipped on something- she couldn't tell which one it was- and fell flat on her face. Hearing her fall caught Christian's ears, as he came to a stop and turned back to her."Hey! You okay there?!" he questioned, helping her up.Rebecca was about to answer, when she felt a sharp pain in her leg. Looking down, she saw a sharp rock protruding out of her calf. No doubt having jabbed into her leg when she fell, as blood leaked out of the wound.Christian also took notice of the injury- in fact, he could smell the blood- and cursed under his breath. "Shit... We don't have time for this. I'm carrying you."Rebecca looked up at him with her eyes slightly wide. "No, you don't need to-""This is not open for discussion!" he cut off, taking the human in his arms and continued on running.