Perhaps this is the last image I will see in my life, so in my eyes, everything is happening very slowly. I looked at her closely, wanting to remember what she looked like so I could still recognize her in my next life. I gasped, trying to say the last words, "Aliyah, I love you!"Until she came close to me, I didn't blink an eye. I'm not afraid of death; I'm just afraid I'll miss the last moments I see her.Her mouth was wide open, and her fangs were sharp and shiny enough to reflect my image. When I thought I would lie in her mouth, she stopped before biting me.I was mentally prepared to die, so I still hadn't recovered even when she stopped.She suddenly stepped back, staring at me with bloodshot, humanless eyes. Her breath was hot, hitting my face with the overwhelming smell of blood.I recovered a little; my heart ached as if someone was squeezing it. I raised my trembling hands and touched her nose. Like an electric shock, a strange flow of emotions ran down my arm. I can feel
A loud thunderclap awakened me in the middle of the night. I tried to open my eyes even though my eyelids were heavy, and my body ached as if it was about to separate the joints. After struggling for a while, I finally became a little more awake. Since I joined the werewolf hunter organization, this is the first time I've fallen into this predicament. As a hunter, my eyes also have a few advantages over an average human. Like now, even though I'm just in a closed, dark space, it's still enough for me to see everything thanks to the faint light emitted from the round lamp hanging above my head. Surrounding me are three walls, and right in front of me is a floor of iron bars. Currently, I am lying on the rough cement tile floor. This is typically a standard prison. But why am I here? I gritted my teeth, concentrating on remembering. Because it was so sudden, the headache was terrible, and it took a while for the pain to subside. A few images flashed through my mind intermittently,
I saw my dagger in Charles's hand. Maybe he would question why I showed up in werewolf territory with suspicious weapons.While he was still stunned by something, I lunged at him with the agility of a cat and successfully snatched the dagger from his hand.Not stopping there, I tactfully aimed at the fatal position right at Charles's heart and forcefully stabbed him, but he swerved to the side, making the knife point deflect from the heart and pierce the left shoulder.A powerful kick to the stomach sent me flying. The dagger fell out of my hand. My back hit the wall, and my heavy body fell to the cold floor. I was in so much pain that I groaned. I could feel every joint in my body ripping apart, the wound tearing, and blood soaking a patch of my back.Before I could regain my composure, cold hands gripped my neck and lifted me. I glared at Charles' dark face. Maybe I really pissed him off, and he was trying to strangle me to release his anger.My hands grip Charles's arm. I struggled
Serena said many things. She truly believes that I am entirely amnesiac. Her innocence and kindness made me feel so guilty that I had cheated on her. Through Serena, I also learned some helpful information. The place I'm in is the logging area of the Black Moon pack. This place is close to the border of the human race. Why is Charles here? An essential character like him should be in the pack's center. I also know Serena's identity. She is a hybrid between a human and a werewolf. I'm not surprised by this news because humans and werewolves do not accept people like Serena. They could only live in the border areas and work as enslaved people. Serena being a doctor is already a good job. "Usually, prisoners like you are tortured to death. You even injured Sir Charles, but you were brought here for treatment. You should feel lucky for that." Serena spoke as if this was a miracle. I smirked mockingly. She was behind me so that she couldn't see this smile. Should I feel lucky that I wa
The time in the document was two years ago, which means that Aliyah is eighteen years old now. There are no new documents about the Angel organization, so I don't know any more helpful information about Aliyah.Ryan howled in glee. Everything about Aliyah excites him. He wants to go out and find her to show intimacy and love. I try to stop it.I got up and left the room. I want to find Aliyah. Not because Ryan wanted to see her but because I wanted to confirm if she really had amnesia. If she dares to lie to me, I can rip her mouth out as punishment.Even though she's my mate, I won't give her special treatment since she's a hunter. I don't need a mate, so she's nothing to me.'If you dare harm her, I will tear you apart!' Ryan growls, warning me. He knows what I'm thinking.Before going to Aliyah's hospital room, I met a figure lurking in the hallway.'MATE!' Ryan screamed and howled. I suppressed my feelings of being dominated by Ryan and hid in a corner to observe her.Her expressi
*POV AliyahI didn't expect that damn Charles would enslave me. It feels terrible to go from a hunter to a slave of prey. It was an insult to me. But I couldn't resist. This is the only way I can survive and get out of here.Lost in thought, I didn't notice that the woman in front of me had stopped abruptly. I crashed into her back, and the suit in my hand fell to the ground. It is the servant uniform I received this morning."Damn it! Don't you have eyes?" The woman's gruff voice resounded. She turned to look at me with angry eyes.Through Serena, I know her name is Ashe, who manages the enslaved people here. She is only thirty years old, but due to her hard work from a young age, she looks fifty years old. Her face was haggard, and her high cheekbones added to her stern and fierce look.I originally wanted to apologize to her, but her attitude made me highly uncomfortable. When she came to see me in the infirmary in the morning, her attitude was not good; she seemed to hate me when
The sun shines brightly on my white skin. The scorching heat of the sun made me sweat profusely. I felt highly uncomfortable looking at my palm covered with grass and dirty dirt. My hands that, once held weapons and were stained with the blood of damned wolves, were now in such a bad state that they had to be weeded. It's ironic!I was complaining while working, so I couldn't pull much weed. Until sunset, I could only uproot one corner of the yard. It's less than a tenth the size of this vast courtyard.Looking at the forest's edge beside me, my heart fluttered, intending to escape. I looked up at the window where Charles stood looking at me in the morning; he was no longer there. Around the empty land, there was no one in sight, only the sound of the wind rustling and the birds chirping in the forest.The image of being tortured with a whip popped into my head again. If they knew I didn't lose my memory, they would torture me again to get information from me. Although being beaten wi
"Fuck! Who are you? Stop!" A hoarse male voice shouted behind me.Only a madman would stand to be caught. I ran with all my might even though the wound all over my body was aching. At the turn, I continued to run straight without turning into the corridor with my room because it would be a dead end if I turned into that corridor.Reaching the stairs, I immediately ran upstairs without thinking. The two sentinels who chased after me still didn't give up.Thanks to the darkness and the many twists and turns, I had a chance to avoid their gazes and hide in a corner. I heard their conversation nearby without waiting for me to catch my breath."You keep looking! I'll go turn on the lights.""Ok!"In my heart, panic. If the lights were on, it would be hard for me to hide. The probability of being caught is ninety percent.While thinking, the footsteps got closer to me and stopped not far from me. I secretly watched him. He was slowly opening the door of a room. Perhaps the half-closed door