"I'm sorry, Jake," Aboli whispered in her mouth, more tears spilling out of the corners of her eyes.At a time when Aboli thought that by putting all the blame on Jake, she would live, but she didn't know; after what she did, Vincent hated her to the bone.Vincent sat me down in a chair, then walked over to Aboli.At this time, Aboli also sensed the danger; she stepped back, tears streaming down her beautiful face. She kept trembling and asked. "Vincent, what are you going to do? I don't…"He bent down to pick up the knife, carefully examined it, and then mercilessly made a few cuts in Aboli's face. Blood splattered everywhere, some even splashing on Vincent's white shirt. Aboli's scream echoed throughout the house.Vincent's face was devoid of any emotion, turning Aboli's face into a net of wounds. I couldn't help but frown and turn away when I saw this scene.Aboli couldn't have died from those injuries; she was screaming on the floor, her face covered in pain. Vincent didn't mind h
That night not only me but Vincent also lost sleep for a night, I don't know if he could sleep until morning, but when I woke up the following day, I saw Vincent standing by the window, staring out.Vincent heard sound him turn around, then sat beside me, brushing my loose hair back. "Did I wake you up?"I shook my head and looked at the clock; it was nine o'clock in the morning, and I'd had enough sleep."Are you hungry?" Vincent asked again.My stomach throbbed but didn't feel like eating, so I shook my head again. I sat against his bare chest, remembering last night that made me not know what to say to Vincent. Luckily he's not like me; Vincent has a thousand topics to discuss.He looked at me, his voice hoarse. "If you don't want to eat, change your clothes, and I'll take you to an exceptional place." Vincent caressed my cheekbones, the sunlight shining on his dark pupils, transparent like mysterious black crystals. "Remember to wear nice clothes, pretty makeup."I find it strange
There was a little silence inside the curtain, but I could still feel the warm, impatient air. I slowly approached, reaching out to lift the curtain. Why is the curtain so heavy today that I have to use all my strength to pull it off?The solid wall of my heart fell when I saw my mother.I almost didn't recognize her. My mother used to be the most beautiful woman, but now she is pale and yellow like someone with a long illness, so thin that her cheekbones are high. The hair that used to be smooth, always well-groomed, is now also messy. Trembling, I walked over, touched my mother's cold hands, then looked down at her wrists. A pair of oversized handcuffs hugged my mother's slender wrists, leaving bruises like a sharp knife that slashed at my heart, leaving a deep wound.I choked, unable to say a word.My mother hugged me and burst into tears. I tried to hug my mother tightly, afraid she would disappear if I loosened, just like in my previous dreams."Mommy…" I couldn't help but cry li
The time I passed slowly until the sun went out. I was still standing motionless in the same place. At the feet are hand-burned crimson carpets, and the four sides are delicately carved, luxurious and cold walls.Suddenly my head hit a hard chest; I saw Vincent's black eyes. "What time did I tell you to come back?"His calm voice fell into my ears, awakening my soul.I suddenly froze, blinked at the familiar face before me, then lowered my head and whispered. "I'm sorry."Vincent's eyes didn't leave me; his sharp black eyes made me shiver. The time I spent with Vincent wasn't long, but it was enough for me to understand his angry expression. Now he was like a beast, and I was a prey."Did you just say sorry? After all, where did you go wrong?" Vincent's voice was low, his pupils a glint of gloom.My heart was beating fast, and my palms were sweaty, which is a common occurrence for me when I'm stressed."I know I'm late, I…" I crumpled my shirt, trying to stay calm, but the man's breat
Vincent:I don't know how long I've been trapped in this forest; I only know that dangers are lurking around that I can't judge. A few hours ago, I forced all my subordinates to wear bracelets that would help restrain the wolf in them. I assumed it would be easy to control, but then I thought I was wrong.The prisoners inside the prison used this opportunity to riot, the guards couldn't transform, and their strength was naturally balanced. And inside the seventh cellar, a fierce battle existed before I arrived. The narrow basement reeked of blood, the bodies were lying on the ground, and the prisoners had all escaped.Today's moon was exceptionally bright, covering the forest with a veil like a large net. I always avoid looking directly at it. Although werewolves of the Alpha bloodline will be less affected and can still control their beastly nature, it is not entirely unaffected. I discovered that every time I look at it without paying attention, my mood is very uncomfortable, and my
Orabella:The pain in my neck and ribs woke me up from my dream. I sensed danger approaching, and a hunch awakened me. I opened my eyes, shivering at the unfamiliar surroundings around me.Not the familiar room but a wet patch of grass, cold to every cell. I sat up, carefully observing my surroundings. Everything is so strange here; I can't tell where I am. But based on the memories left before the coma, I knew I was in danger. Someone knocked me down from behind, and in the process of losing consciousness, I was brought here.I don't know their purpose, but I guess it has to do with Vincent and the night of the full moon.Struggling, I put my hands on the ground and stood up. What I need to do now is find a way out of this forest, not sit here bleakly thinking about nonsense things. I looked around again to ensure no one was watching me.I wandered through the jungle for a long time but couldn't find any way out. This forest was like a giant maze; it seemed hopeless to escape.In the
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke again, I found myself lying in an unfamiliar room. The four walls are all white, the ceiling is white, and even the curtains are white. The cold white makes me shiver when I think of some of the horror movies I've seen before or the most evil secret cells in the world.Thinking about it made me scared to sit up; the sweat on my forehead dripped down the corners of my eyes. I blankly looked around the room; the smell of disinfectant rose, making me squint to evaluate. I bet I'm in the hospital, which calms me down.I shook my numb wrist; a transparent tube on my wrist was slowly infusing a liquid solution into my body. My chest was cold; I lowered my eyes to realize I was shirtless because my whole body was covered with bandages like a mummy.The fragmentary memories slowly reappeared in my mind; I was tricked and taken to a demonic place and was attacked by a gray wolf. I would have died if Vincent hadn't arrived in time.Remembering Vinc
The following day I woke up very early; in other words, I could not sleep last night. I've been looking forward to this day, the day I enter the training range, the day I close the distance between me and the enemy. Just thinking about being able to drag Clement to hell makes my blood boil.I showered and changed my clothes; after a while, I chose a loose tracksuit; I don't know how today's training is going, but I think a comfortable suit is essential. I had just finished preparing, but Vincent was also awake; he didn't take his eyes off my face and said. "Are you in a good mood today?"All the joy I put on my face without any concealment, I smiled and nodded.Vincent said nothing but gave me a pat on the head, which contained a hint of indulgence.After breakfast, Vincent drove me to his secret place to raise troops. According to Vincent, it was a private army that he trained. Even Alpha Darius did not know that the Pack's military could not be used in emergencies.We couldn't drive
No matter how bad life is, I still have to live. I can't abuse myself, and I can't let myself fall. I don't want to see Fayre gloating and happy. I had to find her, and I wanted her to experience the pain she caused Edward.Every day, I go to the hospital several times. At first, I wasn't allowed into the treatment room, but after a week, I was finally allowed to get close to my brother. Edward remains in a coma, but doctors say his condition is stable.I held Edward's hand and carefully wiped it.As usual, I will massage Edward's feet and talk to him to make time faster."Winter is coming; the air outside is frigid. But I still remember when you used to take me out to build a snowman; it was very beautiful, huge..." I suddenly stopped, feeling sad; all the beautiful memories for me seemed blocked by a door, and I didn't dare to step through.Suddenly, a man's hoarse voice rang out in the quiet room. "Orabella..."At first, I thought it was Vincent, but then I discovered it wasn't.I
Orabella:After what felt like a century, I slowly woke up from a long sleep. I opened my eyes then, but my limbs were stiff as if plaster had been poured on them; I couldn't move. Even so, tears still rolled down my cheeks.According to what I saw, I was brought home, and a familiar room met my eyes, and the natural floral scent I liked the most. Everything is so normal that I can imagine it clearly with my eyes closed. However, my heart is empty, and I have lost the most crucial thing in life."Edward…" I whispered, my mouth dry and my tears falling like rain again, my chest constricting as I remembered what he had endured.A bloody Edward appeared before my eyes, his face pale and groans of pain.I reached out, wanting to touch it, but the image immediately disappeared. I smiled bitterly, and it turned out it was just my imagination.Just as I wanted to sit up, the door opened again. A face so familiar that I hated it appeared in my sight. He was surprised to see me awake; in those
Unable to wait any longer, I rushed to the slave camp E. The soldiers bowed to their sides in greeting and seemed terrified at my sudden appearance. I passed them and went all the way down to the torture room. I could smell Orabella's blood from afar, and my steps became more urgent.My eyes were wide open; I couldn't believe what I saw was real. It made my heart ache like a thousand knives were stabbed.Without waiting for my order, the people behind me quickly opened the cell door.I rushed inside, hugging Orabella's limp body, who had passed out after being brutally tortured. My hand trembled, and I didn't dare hug her too tightly for fear of hurting her. My stomach tightened when I saw the wounds all over her body. The smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, causing pain in my chest. I lowered my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to overflow."Orabella, please wake up," I whispered, my voice was so weak.Blood ran down my arm as I carried Orabella to the hospit
Vincent:I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I sat on the sofa and ran my hands through my hair. This feeling of loneliness makes me highly uncomfortable. Even though she left here long ago, I can still smell Orabella's scent in the air. For some reason, I have a terrible feeling about something.Hesitating momentarily, I dialed Oreballa's phone number but never pressed the call button. Initially, I told her we needed time and space to be more comfortable. But now it's only been three hours, and I've broken my promise again; how bad am I in her eyes?I sighed and put the phone down. I couldn't sleep again that night. I couldn't stand it anymore in the morning, so I went home. I don't care what Orabella thinks of me, but until I see her safe, I probably won't be able to focus on anything for the next week.Thinking about it, I drove like flying home.As soon as I parked the car in the yard, I saw Fayre's shocked face. What made me unhappy was why she was still here.More tha
Slap!A shrill screech tore through the cold wind, my red hand slowly descending along with Fayre's swollen half-face.Everyone present was amazed by my somewhat crazy actions. Their face was written the question: Who is that girl that dares to slap Vincent's sister?Fayre's eyes widened in shock, clutching her left cheek, hissing through her teeth. "You dare slap me?""Not only slap, I can kill you if you dare touch my brother again," I replied loudly without fear.Our eyes met for a few seconds, and Fayre's eyes were filled with utter fury. I smacked her once before without restraint, and Fayre said she would kill me if it happened again. And this time, her words came true.Fayre's eyes reddened, and she roared in command. "Catch her back, bring her to the torture area for me. It would be nice if she could see her brother again in the moment before she died; that's also the last kindness I have for her."My hands were tied, I struggled with all my strength but could not escape the f
The night wind blew colder and colder, and I pulled my oversized jacket over my body, this shirt Vincent gave me with a thing. I reached out my hand to touch my pocket; the palm of my hand conveyed a cold feeling like a cold burn. A gun with real bullets inside makes it easy to finish anyone.When Vincent gave it to me, I was surprised and asked him. "Aren't you afraid I'll use it to pierce your heart?"Vincent casually smirked. "If you can afford it, I won't stop you. But before you do anything, you must consider the consequences, the benefits, and the harms."I gripped the gun in my hand, then turned towards him, my index finger trembling, but eventually had to put it down. Vincent's lips smiled calmly as if my actions were all part of his calculations.I sighed, frustrated at my weakness. I walked along the asphalt road, listening to the wind rustling on the trees and finding a sense of peace I had long lost. A few good memories rushed into my mind when the incident had not happene
I was violently thrown down in front of Vincent's door; in pain, I heard a knock on the door, and then the group of men quickly disappeared. In the long, gloomy corridor, I was left alone for a moment.Due to the gag, I couldn't speak or scream; I could only use all my strength to untie the ropes and get out of there before Vincent opened the door.But in the end, still not in time, the door opened, and Vincent's cold face appeared in the darkness. His eyes darted over mine, including a few glints of unspeakable astonishment. There was only an awkward and suffocating atmosphere between us.After a minute, Vincent stooped to help me up. He helped me untie and remove the towel from my mouth, coldly throwing it in the trash. My wrists and legs were red but red due to being tightened by the rope; I frowned and rubbed it a little to relieve the pain. Just as I wanted to leave, Vincent's bloody arm caught my eye; he let his hand drop to his thigh, blood still dripping from the wound, drippi
But at the same time, I can't forget the reason why my family fell into the situation today, and I can't forget the feeling of falling from heaven to hell; I can't forget where my unhappiness comes from, much less forget what made me change into a completely different person.I remember I used to like to laugh. I remember I used to have a lot of dreams and ambitions; I remember I dreamed of a perfect life partner. I remember my former self.I looked at Vincent's pupils, where my current self was reflected. A person so strange that I didn't recognize, a person that disgusted me.Vincent pinned my shoulder blades to the point of pain, uncontrollably shaking.After a few moments, Vincent slowly let go of me; he reached out to squeeze my chin, his voice hoarse with a hint of cruelty. "No matter how much you hate me, you must be by my side even if you don't want to. You say I'm a demon; you're right. So don't try to escape; the more uncomfortable you are, the more I want to torment you, to
Seeing her like that should have made me very happy, but why do I feel uncomfortable in my chest?I suddenly remembered Edward; before, every time I did something wrong, afraid of being discovered by my parents, I would hug his arm tightly to coax him; if not, I would cry bitterly. I know Edward is most afraid of seeing my tears, knowing his weakness, so I always use that method to force him to lie for me. Although Edward often found out I was faking, he still indulged me unconditionally. Because of Edward, I have never been afraid of anything because I understand well that no matter what terrible things I do, there is someone behind me ready to support me.Remembering some old things makes me unable to help but feel bitter when I remember the present. Edward's cold, emotionless face popped into my head, tightening my chest. I looked up at Vincent; Edward and Vincent's faces interlocked. They are utterly different in every way, but they have one thing in common: that is hugely loving