“So, you’re still not over that plan of yours to convince humans to cooperate with us?” Addie questioned Enzo with a raised eyebrow. She sighed and leaned against the backrest of her chair. “I thought we were going to use the high-security personnel? They don’t hire humans for that.”
“You see, that security team’s strength is in numbers,” the werewolf began to explain. “They are excellent individually, of course. But their strength is amplified by much because they work as a single unit.”
“And so?”
“Dylan. Ash. Ethan,” he said as he raised a finger for each name before pointing a thumb at himself. “And me. We’re going to be taking them on one-by-one, as much as we can.”
Felix gasped in amazement. “Wow, really?”
“Yes. Then…” he leaned towards the table, pressing his palms against it for support. His red eyes glinted with mischief, just as it always did whenever he comes up with an idea he’s confi
Felix watched the cherry blossom trees through the window. A book that he was supposed to read sat on his lap, but the last thing he wanted to do was study. The weather seemed too nice to spend the day doing something as exhausting as studying. If his tutor would allow him so, he would’ve run out to the grassy field outside and laid down as pink petals rain over him while he admired the clear skies. He heard the door creak open and he failed to suppress his groan. Begrudgingly, he took his book and opened it to a random page to pretend that he had been doing what he was supposed to be doing all this time. “It’s been a while.” He looked up from the page he was staring at and found Addie hovering by the doorway. She was wearing a dress and light makeup while a small smile hung on her lips. It was his first time seeing her in a couple of months, and in such garb at that! Felix let his book fall onto the floor as he jumped out of his seat to run to her. A
It’s weird.I feel nauseous. I have eaten nothing for the past week, so maybe that’s why. But this was no ordinary pang of hunger I was feeling. It’s as if… someone drugged me.“Argh,” I grumbled as I struggled to open my eyes.I must’ve passed out a while ago since the last thing I remember was being dragged from the dingy storage room that I call home. I tried to move and my wrists throbbed in pain as the rough rope tightly tied around them chafed my skin.Judging from the way everything shook and the revving of an engine beneath me, I was most likely in a moving vehicle. It was difficult to sit up because of the bumpy road and the way my hands were secured behind my back, but after mustering barely enough strength to push mys
I sat up from the bed groggily upon hearing the now-familiar alarm blare off. My room was small enough that if I reached out an arm, I could open my blinds, which was convenient. The sky outside showed different hues of orange and yellow as the sun was only starting to rise. The alarm stopped automatically a few seconds later. I had been serving Dylan Hayes for a couple of months now. I wouldn’t say that my life was a lot better than before. However, my master rarely cares about what I do as long as I do my job well, so I would say that I’m luckier than most slaves. Although I did get in a lot of trouble before since it wasn’t easy for me to wake up to the alarm set for me in the beginning, but besides that, I think I’m doing great so far. I took a quick shower and wore my usual attire—just a plain white oversized shirt that fell until my mid-thighs. As if th
I dropped my hand to inhale deeply and my eyes quickly scanned the state he was in—bright yet bleary eyes, high temperature, flushed face, and uncontrolled release of sexual pheromones. I’ve never seen a werewolf in heat before, but I was certain. “Isabella,” he whispered into the crook of my neck. I’m going to have to give him a Raudona pill fast. The entire duration of my stay, he’s never been in heat, so I assumed that he’s been taking a regular dose of those heat suppressants. But the problem is that I don’t know where he keeps his stash. “Master, where do you keep your pills?” My body tingled the more I breathe in his pheromones. I’m afraid that if I stay in the same room as him any longer, I might lose my mind. I craned my neck from side to side, looking for a
I opened my eyes the next morning with the sunlight streaming to the bedroom through the huge glass doors that led to the balcony. I tried to sit up and my body protested in pain, leaving me immobile and huffing on the bed.Last night’s events ran through my head and tears immediately welled up in the corner of my eyes. It was unfair how much leverage werewolves had over humans just because they could affect us with their pheromones.With a shaky hand, I dabbed at the swollen skin behind my ear with my fingertips. I felt normal, but when he bit me there last night, I couldn’t possibly have only imagined the strange sensation I had then. Did the pain only wake me up? That was likely. But it was just so odd that I couldn’t help but overthink that perhaps something else happened at that moment.Sudden
There is one certain way to sever a bond made through marking, though.Death.I shivered at the thought and hugged my knees tighter. Dylan… He’s not going to kill me, is he?It’s not like he couldn’t, either. He has an entire pack of around a couple hundred werewolves under his disposal, after all. Dylan doesn’t even have to do the dirty work.“He’s more of a chemist than a medical doctor,” he continued to explain, snapping me out of my terrifying train of thoughts. “But I guess I should call him to come over tonight to tend to your bruises first.”“Bruises?” I looked down at my body, and true enough, my pale skin was dotted with red hickeys and
Dylan had instructed me to stand idly in the corner of the mess hall during their meeting. I did as I was told, but I couldn’t help but feel anxious and uncomfortable being in the presence of so many werewolves. “I am sure that you all know the reason why this meeting is called,” Dylan said. He sat in his usual seat at the head of the table with his chin resting on his interlocked fingers. For the first time since I came to serve him, all the seats were taken. I now see why he kept the ridiculously long table in the house. A werewolf raised a hand, and when he was granted permission to speak, he turned to look at me and growled. I flinched in fear and took a step back, pressing my spine against the wall. He pointed an accusing finger at me and said, “Do we not need to get rid of the slave, alpha? Even we ha
I felt my body tremble as something soft and warm was pressed against my lids, preventing me from opening my eyes. My ears were ringing with the screams of the doctor, and as my pulse pounded obnoxiously loud against my temples, the terrifying sound got more and more muffled until I could no longer hear anything but the rapid rhythm of my heartbeat. Although I didn’t see what had happened, the noise was enough to render my legs weak and make me want to vomit. Just when I was on the verge of losing my mind, I heard Dylan whisper in my ear softly, as if he didn’t just tear apart a fellow werewolf like how one would a cardboard. “Can you stand up?” I surprisingly managed to shake my head, albeit meekly. Suddenly, I heard multiple footsteps shuffling in the hallway, followed by the doors bursting open. I raised a sha