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
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
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
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
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
Rebecca shuddered as she sat in the back of the limo, her head down with a black bag over it, her eyes further covered by a blindfold, and her mouth gagged. Her hands were tied together, and rested on her bare lap, preventing her from even rubbing her arms for warmth from the cold emitting out the air conditioner. “Aww. What’s the matter? Feeling a little cold?” came a voice on her right. One with much chill in his tone, as Rebecca flinched upon feeling a large hand rest on her thigh, massaging it in a suggestive way. “Cut it out, Jared. You know the lord won’t be happy if you do something to his property,” a stern voice warned from her left. “What? It’s not my fault she has to wear that rag. Surely she must be feeling cold from the strong air conditioning in here. I’m just trying to help her get comfortable.” “And you think the lord will take that excuse? You know how he is.” At that warning, to Rebecca’s relief, the hand left her person. ‘Why?’ she wondered then. ‘Why am I in
Once they arrived at their destination, Rebecca was guided out of the car towards their supposed hideout. The bag and blindfold were still on her, to her dismay. Though she supposed it was better having them on. At least to avoid noticing whatever unwanted gaze will be on her. Much like one certain gaze she could feel behind her. “You’re kind of slowing down back here. Come on, pick up the pace,” the owner of said gaze told her, giving her a slap on her butt. Rebecca let out a yelp from the smack, and felt her face collide against someone’s back, coming to a stop. “Do you have a death wish or something?” the man in front questioned, sending chills to her spines from the cold tone he used. “What? She was moving a bit slow,” the man behind her claimed. Rebecca, however, knew that was but a lie, given how close the man in front of her was. She couldn’t be that slow, and she hoped he knew that as well. “Boner, I know you are new here and that you have yet to meet our lord. However,
All eyes turned to Boner as he spoke, walking over to Christian. “Maybe you’ve been living in your perfect little world for long enough, but in real life? Things are not sunshine and rainbows. Especially not in the life of a mafia. You should know that, shouldn’t you. Don’t you still attend school like a good boy~?” All around her, Rebecca could notice some light sighs and head shakes from a few people watching the interaction. Was this normal in a mafia? For someone to disrespect their leader in such a manner? Shouldn’t someone stop him? “Boner. What did I just tell you earlier?” Retchet warned, in which Boner scoffed at. “Ah, come on. You can’t really be telling me you’re all scared of him? Regardless of who he is in the surface world, in the underground that is the mafia- especially for people like us- that means nothing here.” Boner then leaned closer to Christian and, to Rebecca’s astonishment, took a few whiffs at him. “Heh. He even smells like a weakling. A spoiled brat like
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
Rebecca was truly disturbed by Retchet’s final warning when she left his room. She didn’t want to think anything much of it, but with how secretive he was on the topic of Christian’s mother, how could she not? Even if it was because of how low they know of the woman, or low little a respect they truly have for Christian, for Retchet to be this cautious?‘Then again, if she is as unfortunate as Christian stated, then maybe it was for the best? I don’t know,’ she wondered.Indeed, she wouldn't know if Retchet was overreacting or not about keeping talk of Christian's mother under wraps. Considering what Christian himself told her, it was possible that people would either leave the mafia or use his mother as ransom or worse if they knew about her.'Still, no one can get that unfortunate in life, can they? Sure, I've experienced more than enough bads to last a lifetime, and there are those apparent rumors going around about me in town, but...' Rebecca stopped her line of thought when she t