Chapter 4

Wow. Why am I so cold? Is this how heaven is? So cold? Or maybe this is hell. Oops, hell is supposed to be very hot, not cold. But why does my body feel too cold and wet?

"Anna, Anna, Anna, open your eyes, please."

Is someone here with me too? I'm supposed to be dead, right? Is there anyone who knows me already in heaven? Oh no, this feels like water, and before I could think again, another cold bowl of water was poured on me.

"Christ!" I yelped from both the cold water and the intense pain I was feeling.

"You're finally awake." I looked up and saw Ava hovering above me.

"Ava?" I asked faintly.

"Finally, you're awake," she sighed, looking so tired.

"What happened"? I asked her. But immediately, everything came rushing back. I was burned! I raised my two arms up to see a very ugly red bruise running along my arms.

"Oh my God," I gasped in tears. What did I ever do to deserve this? Why didn't I just die? Hot tears were running down my face. I couldn't even raise my hands properly because of how hurtful it was. I'm very sure it will leave an ugly scar.

Sobbing, I asked "why?" I didn't even notice Ava was hugging me and crying too. I was taken aback because we don't usually get along either, and here she is hugging me and crying.

In a daze, I asked, "Ava, are you alright?"

"No, I'm not," she said, wailing. I thought you were gone for good; you were groaning in pain, and ma'am didn't even bat an eyelid. "How can someone be so cruel?"

"Do you care about me?" I asked foolishly. I know it is. Maybe it's foolish to have a little ray of hope that someone else, apart from my best friends, still cares. I wanted to know.

"I do". She said, still sniffing.

"It was Miss Bettany who warned us never to talk to you because you're a witch.” "I never believed any of those rumors.” “But there was little or nothing I could do since she said she'd punish anyone who talked to you.”

"So it's not as if the maids don't want to talk to me, but they were warned to stay clear away from me." I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, though some of them hate you, I don't. I think you're kind and don't deserve this harsh treatment." She hugged me again.

"Ava, thank you." I was happy to know someone still cares about me. And again, reasoning kicked in. "You shouldn't be seen sitting here with me," I told her, panicking for fear of her being punished because of me.

"She asked me to look after you until you're awake." Ava told me

"Oh," I said, relieved once again. "Does it mean you're my friend now?" I asked, smiling even though every part of my body hurts. This is why I hate my life without my wolf. Without it, I'm useless, like humans.

"Of course I am," she replied, giggling and bringing me out of my thoughts.

"And I brought food for you." Looking I looked in the direction of the tray of food I didn't notice had been lying there, and my stomach rumbled. I covered my face in embarrassment, and Ava laughed, poking my waist.

"Ouch!" I yelped in pain.

"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you." 

 I looked at Ava's kind face, and I burst out laughing. It seems I really have a new friend after all.

"It's ok, Ava. "With time, the wounds will heal." I replied soothingly.

"So let's eat," she said, standing up and clapping her hands in ecstasy.

Aiden's pov…

I haven't seen my puppy since yesterday. She dared to skip school. Does she think she can run from me? I just need to teach her another lesson—not to try and disobey me again.

You see, I enjoy being her bully. She's so fragile and tiny, but defiant, and I would stop at nothing to break each of her tiny wings. It's going to be my pleasure.

Maybe I'm some sort of freak, but seeing her cower in fear gives me great joy. Though I don't like others bullying her, there's little or nothing I can do, as I was the one who encouraged it.

I'm worried. I mean, it's not as if I like her or care about her. I just have a hunch something bad has happened to her. Whatever it is, I need to know.

I entered the art class and searched for her two best friends, Lola and Nana. My eyes scanned the room, and when I spotted them at the back of the class near the last row, I made my way towards them.

"Hi, you two." I greeted them politely, not that I ever needed to. I'm their next Alpha after all. But knowing Nana can be a little stubborn, I decided to play it calmly.

Eyeing me warily, "What do you want?" she asked in an unfriendly tone. I can't blame her; I'm a monster to their best friend, after all. So I tried to remain as calm as possible.

"Where's Anna"? I asked again. 

"What?” "We should be asking you that.” “Where the f*ck is Anna?” “Where did you keep her?” “She was last seen two days ago, and everyone knows you and your girlfriend are her tormentors." Lola said, gritting her teeth, visibly trying not to shout at me.

"I mean, we'd like to know why she hasn't been in school; she lives with you guys after all," Nana chirped, shrugging.

Thinking to myself, this conversation is leading nowhere, so I decided to let the two annoying friends be. I'll patiently wait till I get home and ask her to come and see me, something I've never done before.

I am even beginning to think I must be going crazy. I don't care about her, so why am I worried? I pushed my thoughts away when I sighted Bianca and her annoying friends; she's exactly what I need to relieve myself from the pent-up stress.

I patiently waited for her till she got to me and asked her friends to leave us alone. She smiled at me seductively, like the whore she is.

"Miss me already?" She asked, sashaying her hips, not caring if we were out in the open.

You see, this is the difference between her and my puppy. No matter how I torture her, she never bows to me. She never allowed me to touch her, no matter how much it broke her. She's the only girl who has ever rejected me. Maybe that's why I have that urge to break her defiance.

Unlike Bianca, they are polar opposites. Bianca comes running to me at my beck and call. I mean, she's the school sweetheart. Tall, with a pretty face and eye color similar to mine. She has a body figure to die for, but she's a bitch. It doesn't matter at the moment. I need to bury my shaft into something wet and sleek.