All Chapters of Red Riding Hood Killed A Wolf: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Enya pov Whatever it was, I loved the feeling! Just a mere touch, and I'm burning up, yet Vince somehow knows how to touch me the right way. He makes me feel something I've never felt before, and as soon as I feel something building inside me like I'm about to jump over the edge, he stops.  He steps out of the tub, but I don't dare look at him. Then, Vincent slides his arms under me and lifts me out of the water. His previous warning echoes in my head when I feel the need to cover myself. All this time, I've thought that I'm disgusting, that my body is nothing Vincent wants to see, but as always, he proves me wrong. His eyes take me in like I'm the most beautiful thing he gets to see. Vincent carries me to the bed and carefully lays me on it. He pauses as his eyes scan every little, or big, imperfection I've tried to hide, but there's no disgust visi

Enya pov     I wake up alone. I rub my eyes and slowly take in my surroundings, but Vince isn't around. As I climb out of bed, fear overtakes me. What if Vincent regrets what we did and left so he wouldn't be constantly reminded of his bad decision. What if he didn't want to mark me but realised that far too late?    The scenarios run through my mind as I rush to the bathroom, still holding onto the tiny bit of hope that he woke up early and needed to freshen up. But nothing. What is it with that man that he always gets what he wants and leaves me behind as soon as I'm not as convenient? Perhaps Leader Dirk was right; maybe it's not worth it to try and view werewolves as humans while they're not. Fuck it, even I'm not human. Who the Hell even knows what I am anymore?  

Enya pov  If someone told me I would meet the mother I thought was dead long ago, I would declare the person insane. And yet here I am, in the arms of the same woman who gave me life. The same woman who is still so obviously in love with the man who's my biological father that it hurts. Right now, she's happy to see me, to know I'm safe, but soon that moment will disappear as if it didn't exist.  Wait until she finds out who I've become.  No love is bulletproof, certainly not that of a mother who gave birth to a monster. I bet the man they called my father wouldn't be so proud of me either- the only child he ever had turned out to be the same person who killed those of his own. And just as I expected, someone clear

Enya pov  My hands tremble, my grip on Vince's hand tightens to the point where I feel him flinch in surprise. But a moment later, I push my mate away from me and free myself from his grip. Step by step, I move closer to his cell. Though Vince is doing his best to hold me back, there will be no end to the suffering of those who hurt me. Starting with the man who pretended to be my father. "Vince, Melinda," I whisper, but apparently, I'm loud enough to get their attention. I can't look at my mother, nor can I address her as such. I have no right to do so- I killed the man she loved, I slaughtered my own father and spilt his blood like a pig. If anything, I have no right to be near her, so I cast my gaze to the dirty floor. "I need you both out of here. Please," my voice breaks and tears run down my cheeks as memories flood my mind. Both of the

Enya pov  Her words make sense, so do her intentions, but deep down, I'm hurt beyond repair.  All my life, I've been nothing more than a puppet in someone's hands, and it was foolish of me to think that would stop. It wouldn't. Sooner or later, someone would find a way to use me as they pleased. The same as my newfound mother did. She can tell me she had only good intentions, but I heard what she said. I heard her claim that she wanted to hear those screams. To me, it sounds more like she desired revenge more than anything else. Maybe we'll get closer and learn to understand each other after a while, but I need time to get there. "Vince, can you please walk me to the bedroom? I need some alone time," I don't look at my