***Scarlett*** Sir Vik got his composure back. He opened the store, reaching out for me with one of his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.” I nod, taking his hand in mine. “Uncle Vik, how do I get out of here?” “Leave that to me," he said. I trusted him. When he told me to leave it to him, I didn’t doubt him for a second. I knew he would know what to do. He used the emergency door which I had used earlier. So I followed him. “Where are we going to? What’s at this side of the house?” I asked as we continued to walk further away from the house. “You need to hurry, Scarlett.” I increased my pace. “I’m sorry, you almost got hurt because of me. Thank you for masking my scent.” I lowered my head, feeling sorry for what had happened back in the house. “It’s okay.” He turned around to face me. “Are you okay? I …mean …you saw them doing it too, didn’t you?” I stared back at him. My eyes narrowed. “You knew about it?” He nodded slightly and looked away. “I saw them at a hotel in to
***Bryan*** I’m going insane. It’s over a week since I set my eyes on Scarlett Anderson. I haven’t remained the same man ever since. Getting hard ons frequently just by thinking about her is making me lose my mind. This has stressed me beyond words. I recalled the day I had gone with Jensen, Lois and Curtis for the condolence visit. I had fled the premises without any explanation. I had to. I couldn’t sit there having sexual fantasies about a woman I am supposed to kill. The mere color of her skin and how pretty her face was, turned me on. I imagined how those slender legs of hers would feel when wrapped around me when I take her. Damn! This was fucked? A knock on the door pull me back to the present, distorting my train of thoughts. “Yes. Who is it?” “It’s Jensen.” I pushed the door and peeked through it. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. “Dude! There’s something called a call or a text. Why are you here knocking at my door on a weekend?” Jensen stepped in pushing me out of
***Scarlett*** At first it seemed impossible. I couldn’t keep up with faking my emotions, pretending everything is okay. Now, it’s become easier. Not ever loving Evans at this time is a lifesaving mechanism for me. If this shit happened after I have fallen for him, it would be devastating for me. It would have crushed me. “When would you be moving into the mansion?” Lois came in not too long ago to check on me. Lois had been there to give me a shoulder to cry on. When I told her about Evans and Dina, her scream almost tore the roof of my house down. “Tomorrow.” I poured some juice in her glass before I proceeded to fill mine. Lois picked her glass. “It’s cool that your father willed the mansion to you.” “Not so cool if you ask me. Maintaining that house is one hell of a job. Not only that; father willed everything to me.” Lois narrowed her eyes then sighed. “You are one lucky bitch. You should know that. But you don’t seem too happy he left everything in your name.” Lois adju
***Scarlett***“Babe, what do you mean by you aren’t in the mood?” Evans tore away the pillow from my arms. “Since your father died, it’s been one excuse or the other. It’s been a while since I touched you.”“I need space. I’m not in the mood, Evans.” I pull away to avoid his touch.“You don’t have to be in the mood. You are my wife. I can make love to you when I wish.”His response made me angry. I yelled. “Oh, yeah! It’s my body. I decide when I want to do it with you.” He was behaving like a misogynistic bastard. He is alpha of a pack. I’m an alpha female of my pack. He shouldn’t expect me to submit to him all the time.Evans snarled, his teeth extended as he jumped into the bed. He tried to get hold of my legs. I move further away. “Stop it Enzo. No means no, except you want to rape me.”“At this rate, I might. We aren’t humans who try to be rational when it comes to sex.” His eyes glowed. “I’ll only get pissed and get what I want the wolf way if you keep pushing me.”“Let go of
***Bryan*** It took me five minutes to arrive at the pack house. Alpha Westby Mo was shouting orders. The warrior wolves taking every command he threw at them. “Yes sir!” Their voices echoed through the pack house. With that they storm out in a hurry. “Where are they off to?” “You are here?” Westby asked without lifting his head and ignoring my question. He stood with his hands in his pocket looking at the fire place. “What’s going on? Why did you send that kid to drag me out of the house at this time of the night?” He sighed. “If you had moved to the pack house when I told you to, I wouldn’t be sending a kid to come get you.” He lifted his head to look at me now. “A dead body was found in our territory. Before you ask. No, it wasn’t one of ours. The corpse belongs to the Anderson pack. We suspect he was stabbed in the heart before his body was thrown into the sea.” My eyes narrowed. It was a shock to me. I haven’t gone for hunting for a while now. I decided to lay low after th
***Scarlett*** A week without Sir Vik has been filled with bitterness. I miss him. The silence in the household was tearing me apart. When i saw his corpse, I cried until I could cry no more. Why is this even happening to me? I keep losing those I care so much about. First the pack members, then my father, then Sir Vik. Who would be next? If I'm right, then I think I’m the next target. Or perhaps Dina Olsen, my bitchy stepmother. If only I knew what the wandering killer is after, I could know the next step to take and how to protect myself. My wolf is silent. She hid away because I forced her to. She’s shared in my weak moments. But she wants me to fight back and protect my pack myself. I’m alpha female. I’m not weak. My father never gave me the chance to prove myself. He was quick to throw me to Evans thinking the Anderson pack would be protected by our union. So far, things have only gotten worse. The mansion is currently empty. The staff had all gone away after what happened
***Bryan*** Evans came to meet my Alpha, Westby, after what happened the other day with his beta, Holm. He was bent on making the Mos pay for a crime they didn’t commit. Something tells me he has something up his sleeves. We are rivals. Hating on us didn’t begin recently. His late father used to say he hates the Mos guts. The Foss and Mos do not mix together. They are proud and we hate the whole idea that they even exist. That pack is full of shit. On the other hand, the Andersons and the Mos have undertaken several projects together, Westby prefers them to the Foss. It’s sad that the Andersons had to unite with the Foss through that sham of a marraige. As a result of that, Westby doesn’t like the Andersons so much anymore; that’s because the friend of your enemy is your enemy. Two days ago I walked in on Lois speaking to Ingrid and a bunch of girlfriends. With wolf hearing, I could hear their discussion from across the hall. “Scarlett needs a new butler” Lois had told the others
***Bryan*** I followed closely behind Lois. She casually turned the knob to let us into Scralett's house. “Aren’t you going to knock?” I asked, surprised that Lois felt so free. She spun around to look at me, her waist-length hair slapping my chest. “Are you for real? Knock? I have been here like a thousand times. I’m no stranger.” She closed the door after I got in. “Even though.” My voice was low. I look down at her. “She should know we are here before we barge into her house.” “She already knows, Bryan. Stop being to civil…I don’t like arguing with you because my head hurts when I do.” “Do I make you talk too much?” She sighed from defeat. “No.” she spanked my belly. I made a low growl and laugh. “That’s because you’re so tall. You make my head hurt by staring up at you during arguments.” She looked cute as she complained. I chuckled. “I’m sorry. It’s not my fault that I’m tall.” “Is anything the matter?” a sweet feminine voice rang out from above. Lois and I look up at th