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
As he left his room and gave Rebecca the space she needed for the time being, Retchet walked down the halls of the hideout. As he walked, he could faintly hear whispers and mutters throughout the hall from several other werewolves in the area. The topic of these whispers? His sanity in going against Christian’s orders to treat Rebecca as a slave she should be, and even going as far as to protect her from some of their selected members who were going to be rewarded for their hard work during their time in this pack. There were also a bit of complaints from those very werewolves, stating how Retchet shouldn’t have interfered, and didn’t even have any right to, even if he was one of the longstanding members of the group and had Christian’s favor. Retchet could only sigh at the whispers. ‘These dogs… If they truly have a problem with what I did, they should know better than to just talk about it behind my back. Or has living in the human world dulled their common sense? Wouldn’t be surpr
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.