They were on the second and last floor of the mansion now.Olivera couldn’t help but wonder why there were no rooms on this floor, well she hadn’t seen anything since they started walking through its passageway.The openings she was just seeing were smaller versions of halls where work of art were exhibited, and exercising were performed. A large dining and kitchen was also seen by her.But she didn’t ask any question, or say anything to the beautiful man walking stoically in front of her, until they had gotten to the last junction on the long hallway.Olivera gulped in her saliva when she saw two doors facing each other at the end of the hallway.She actually thought that they were storerooms, even though the environment didn’t connote that. This part of the floor was the most beautiful and exquisite, more expensive than the other floors, even though she hadn’t really walked into them.But she just knew that this was more tasteful.So, why did he bring her here?On the other hand, sh
Olivera thinned her eyebrows when she heard Raul's question. She actually didn't understand it. What was the man talking about? What hurt? She stared blankly at him, hoping that he would explain whatever he meant without shouting at her. Her expectations were dashed the next minute."Why are you keeping mute? Are you dumb?! I just asked a question!" Raul shouted, and Olivera's body shook in fear."I...I..." Olivera stuttered, trembling terribly, her hands clasped tightly on each other in front of her."Stop stuttering like a fool!" Raul shouted again, feeling exasperated with Olivera, whom he thought that the goddess had cursed him with.The girl couldn't even make a complete statement without shivering.He glared daggers at her, unsure if his anger rising from the fact that she had been almost raper and bleeding now or that she couldn't give a reasonable reply to his question.Olivera drew back, crossing her arms in an 'X' on her chest. She was afraid. The Alpha of this pack was real
Olivera literally felt her eyes widen at Raul's statement. Worse, seeing his dead serious face told her that he was serious in his demand.But explain? What the hell! She thought, not understanding how a full grown man had no idea of periods, despite his escapades with various women. Even the callous, now dead Francis had known. So why doesn't he?How would she even begin to explain the theory of menstruation in this state? What sort of problem was this?She opened her mouth to say something regarding this issue, especially after seeing his eyebrows thinning more and more, such that a frown was already in place, not that he ever smiled or something, but nothing came out of her mouth.She closed it, gulped down her saliva, then opened it again to explain this woman's concept. But again, nothing came out.Raul, noticing this, balled his fists, not trusting his hand not to take a wipe on Olivera's cheek if let free. The girl was really trying his patience. He didn't know how long he woul
Raul watched Azeera take in deep breaths in and out as if to calm her temper, and piqued an eyebrow at her icily, not having any time to spare a banter.He pushed her to the side with his shoulders before strolling towards the entrance of the sitting room, having in mind to go to his office, which was at another building, just around the mansion. He had some important issues to attend to, especially the recent issues of the strange attacks on the neighboring pack which was under his jurisdiction. A matter which seemed to have unsettled his beta so much that the latter had lost his cool over lesser members of his pack who had thought it unserious that a lady had turned up dead in front of the presiding leader's home, battered and slaughtered in the most inhumane way. Not that he was actually concerned or pitiful towards the girl-for all he knew, the girl might be a slut, but it had been the pictorial representation of it that had irked him. It was a clearly drawn out battle. A clearly
Olivera's POV:Since the scary Alpha King had left, I hadn't stood up from the wooden stool that was right before the huge queen bed. I hadn't moved an inch, nor have I attempted to remove the blood-soaked dress I was adorned in and wash up in the bathroom which I am sure would be nearby, perhaps the door which I was seeing next to the large dressing table might lead to that. And I was still wearing his coat. He hadn't asked for it. Rather He had ordered me to stay still till whomever it was he would send up would come with tampons and some clothes. Remembering his demeanor now, there had been a bit of care in his eyes no matter how he had tried to mask it with contempt and fury. But I wasn't feeling any relieved by that. He still hasn't known that I am plagued by seizures or have a wolf. I wonder what would happen if he finds out about my cursed fate. I am sure he wouldn't waste time pushing me out of this beautiful room which already makes me feel like I am home.The stench of th
I watched with a nonchalant look, as the Alpha's mistress glared at me like I had just told her to jump into the biggest ocean in the world. Wait, what had she been expecting from me? she had said that I stank, a statement which I entirely agree with for the stench and presence of blood over me was beginning to nauseate me-I needed a hot bath, for a good cleansing. But still, she should be leaving, not standing there looking like me like a sheep. What was her problem?"I will get back to you, slave..." she stated, and I shrugged, cocking my eyebrow at her, indicating that she should use the door. Not that I wasn't bothered by her threat. No, not that. Actually, I was. It was just that I didn't want her to get a thrill at seeing me afraid, that would be a double defeat for me. It was better that I wait to see and participate in her to be well-laid plans. But till then, the false brave façade would have to be kept up.When she saw that I said nothing regarding her statement, she hissed
Immediately I heard that familiar loud male voice, I jerked up my head from underneath the water in the big tub, heaving in and out deeply, a bit worried about what he might do about his untrue assumption. I hadn't been trying to kill myself. I had just wanted to be free and relax, for some time. But I don't think he would understand that."Were you planning on killing yourself already?" He asked again, more like growled out, his eyes, throwing harsh killing glares at me, his hands fisted by his sides. The man was overly annoyed. I was in trouble.I shook my head, as my mouth refused to bring out a reply. Actually, I felt like a deer caught in a wide show of headlights, and I just wanted to escape beneath the water again. But somehow I felt like I would be writing my obituary that way, and I wasn't interested in that, at least not yet."So, what were you doing?" He growled out, daring me with his dark eyes not to talk and receive consequences.And immediately I forced my mouth open."
Raul's POV:When I had seen her first lying down there, beneath the water, I had panicked, an Alpha king who had claimed has no emotions, had panicked for the first time I could remember in a very long time. I had wanted to dip my hand into the tub and bring her out, but for the bubbles that had slithered up to the surface of the water. She was alive. Had she been trying to kill herself? I had thought, feeling my anger rise again. I had given the best room in the mansion apart of mine, something that even Azeera hadn't achieved despite being my mistress, and what the fool could pay me back with had been to try kill herself. Ungrateful slave! I had cussed before shouting at her to get out of the water. My thought hadn't sidetracked then to the fact that she could be naked.Quickly, she had responded to my call by lifting her head sharply out of the water. Seeing her shocked hadn't even deterred my anger. I had just left her for barely thirty minutes and she had managed to try drown her
When they clambered to the surface of the ground, away from the lab, the girls breathed in relief, freed from the nightmares they had been subjected to for years. It was then that Olivera took a blood bag from the polythene in her arms, feeling better in the night hair, and took a sip, wary of how the blood would taste. She had heard Jacob talking about the heady feeling, worse if it came from an ancient. But it still hadn’t prepared her for the kick of pleasure. She found herself moaning as she greedily drank the blood, until she drained the bag. When she was done, she looked at the others. They were staring at her with unexplainable emotions on their faces. At least it wasn’t disgust. Olivera thought with a shrug, before handing the bag over to Miriam. When her friend hesitated in collecting it, she piqued an eyebrow. “You want to do the dismantling of the structure, without alerting the soldiers?” Miriam huffed, and took the bag. As much as she had great magic, she didn’t want
The first thing Olivera saw when she stepped into the hole where the passageway stopped was the largeness of the space, which could contain more than five thousand people. Then she saw the tubes, the boiling liquids and the lab rats. A modern lab.‘Where are you?’ She asked the girl, needing to get out of here; it was making her nauseous. Ten more minutes here, and she might be vomiting all over the place. And there was the fact that she didn’t know when the soldiers would be waking up. ‘At the far end of the cave…’Olivera nodded as if the girl was speaking to her physically. And gesturing with her head, for Miriam to follow her, she sauntered toward the end of the hall, making sure not to look at the tubes housing different organs and parts of an organism. What the hell! She screamed mentally when she saw a full brain at a table which looked like a butchering table. “Oh, my god…what are they doing here?” She heard Miriam ask beside her and sighed. Whose brain was that? A human
Miriam’s heart pounded erratically as she followed Olivera, who seemed very confident on what she was doing, and on where she was going. Three times she thought of grabbing Olivera and walking away from the region, but she also knew it would have been a futile attempt. Her friend’s mind was already made up. She watched as the latter walked past the last barrack, and stopped by a pole, the only pole in the backyard. Behind it were the gates towering them. They have come to a dead end. “Olivera, there is nothing here? Are you sure this girl is real?” Olivera gave Miriam no answer, instead she concentrated on looking around her, waiting for the signal. When she got nothing, she traced the vibration residue, touching the girl’s mind. A jerk in her mind path told her that the girl was surprised she had breached her mind guards. But should she be surprised? Or was something else at play here? ‘Where next should I go?’ She continued, because she knew she was at the right place, that t
“How are we getting past that?” Olivera asked Miriam as they came to stand before a huge gate that towered many feet over them. She could now see why Miriam had wanted the journey to be done in the privacy of the night. As much as she could see—as they had zapped to this point—this area wasn’t open to the city dwellers, only to the special few. She looked around her again. Barracks with soldiers sleeping within. None was even standing guard at the gates. She didn’t believe such a thing would exist at this time. City gates. Where did it lead? She piqued an eyebrow when Miriam smirked. What was the latter thinking? “As if you don’t already know…which other way, if not by mist…there is no way I am climbing that. I don’t think I am ready to fly with you above it…” Miriam spoke, covering the distance between them, and wrapping her arms around Olivera, her mouth fixed in a pout. Olivera shook her head, yet unable to stop the smile that cascaded her lips. It seemed that her friend was g
A knock woke Olivera up from her deep slumber. After bathing and eating off the snacks she had bought earlier in the day, from the shops in the new city, she had fallen like a log of wood to the bed, and hadn’t even stirred after that. Still groggy from the smooth sleep, she let her hand search for her phone which was the only thing that had gone to bed with her, should Miriam call for her. She peered at the screen. It was one in the morning. It was time then. She yawned like a hyena, causing Miriam to chuckle from behind the door. The chuckle dissipated the remaining fog fostering around her head. Taking a deep breath in, she stood up from the bed, flung a sheet around her naked body, and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw that Miriam was alone, and carrying a tray of steaming food. “You are a lifesaver.” She muttered, opening the door wider for her friend to come in; the rumbling sounds that emitted from her stomach in agreement with her. Miriam chuckled again, an
“Where are we heading next?” Olivera asked Miriam immediately they stepped out of the borders of the town, into a city sprawling with people. After they had left the males who had tried to detain them because of her eating habits, they had walked to the largest building in the town, because if Clooney was a big name, it was probably because the man was rich. They hadn’t been right in their deduction, but they had at least gotten away from the unsettling males. Olivera had taken her friend behind the building, and had quickly switched to her mist form, turning Miriam into the same, and together they had zapped the remainder of the city without stopping, till they were out of it, till they were in a new one which looked more modernized than the previous. She looked at Miriam, who was staring at the city with artificial skylights, and wondered if her friend had ever been here before. “I never get over the culture shock, you know, seeing the drabness of the town we just left. The cont
What now? Olivera thought, looking at the six males that couldn’t be a year older than twenty five years old. What were they doing in front of her? “State your names, and what you are doing in this town…” The male, slightly in front of the others, spoke with a steel voice, causing Olivera and Miriam to exchange furtive glances. What was going on?There was a minute hesitation before Olivera spoke. “I am Darcy. My friend is Lilian. Who are you?” She patted herself mentally for names well cooked and delivered. Darcy and Lilian? How had she come up with those seemingly true names? She watched the male that had just spoken, looked to his comrades behind him, and judged that he was the leader of this small group. Were they the police? She looked at them again. They didn’t look like the police. Vigilantes? Maybe. But why were there vigilantes in the town? She kept a seal on her thoughts when the male returned her attention to her. “My name is Luke, and these are my associates. Our job is
“We will kill him right?” Miriam asked, as they stepped out of the camp, and turned around to look at it again, reliving what they had seen in there. “We need to. He is evil. Why will a sane man work with a vampire? Is he crazy?” Olivera just couldn’t understand the foolishness, no matter how much she tried. Why would one make a deal with an almost eternal wickedness? Had he no fear for his life, for his family? “I think he is crazy. Evil-y crazy. But that’s by the way. What are we going to do now?” Olivera looked around the camp, and spat in disgust. “We will burn it down. We will burn it until it’s nothing but dust. We will eradicate this curse from the face of the earth.” Miriam couldn’t agree less, but then she remembered that the ancients might have use for the materials in there. Olivera, having sensed the latter’s thoughts, shook her head. “They won’t be needing it. I’ve already transferred the necessary details to Raul, and Jacob. They can take it up from there. The mater
“Do you think anyone is in there?” Olivera asked Miriam, immediately she shifted to human self. Miriam looked at her clothed self and smiled. “Seems you have gotten the best hang of shifting, and still keeping your clothes on.” Olivera shrugged her shoulders. “There was no other choice. I can’t keep going up and down with my clothes in my hands or mouth. Since I’m part ancient, I have to improvise.” She took in a deep breath, inhaling the air tainted with magic and something else. “This place is tainted with magic. You smell it?” She shook off the imaginary dirt on her clothes, just in case, whilst waiting for Miriam’s reply. When she looked up, her friend was smiling. “What’s tickling your fancy? I don’t think my question has that much prowess…” Miriam cackled. “I never thought riding on a wolf would be so exhilarating. If I had known, I would have befriended a werewolf, and snagged rides every week at least. It’s quite freeing and therapeutic.” Olivera nodded. It was just as