Madonna awoke to behold three unimaginably gorgeous male individuals. At first, she hastily dabbed at her eyes to make sure she isn't dreaming and blinking her eyes back open to confirm it was truly reality, she immediately detached herself from the comfy fluffy stuff she was laid on and yanked the bed sheet aside.
Her eyes took in the sights and she almost dropped. The first male figure her eyes stayed rooted on was nome other than Xavier: the playboy, womanizer, and ladies man of the triplets. The maidens in the pack swoon shamelessly around Xavier for his good-looking, deep pockets and charisma. And she noticed something, as she scanned him from head and down to the toe, he also did the same- though his was conducted shamelessly.
Her eyes swept over his figure to meet with Geneva- singularly, he's described as a perfectionist. At the age of 19, himself and his brothers were made Alphas of the formidable Holy Moon Pack by their late father. Cold-hearted, ever frowzy, peskiest, callous, ruthless and bestowed with unimaginable handsomeness. He seems to notice her gaze also but as they made eye contact, his look was of 'distaste'.
Quickly snapping her gaze from Geneva's seemingly furious ones, she goes for the last figure. Oliver-, among the triplets, he's the most unforgiving, brutal, wicked and scheming.
And that can also be seen as his grip around Savannah's neck tightened. Madonna's eyes all at once bobbed in their sockets and before she knew it, she practically launched out of the bed and stalked towards turn to help the gaping Savannah.
"Put her the hell down"her fists tightened by her sides as she looked at the figure currently backing her with a stoic expression etched on her face. Oliver's ticking jaw eased the slightest bit, backing away as he released Savannah's neck, watching coldly as she hits the floor.
However, he turned towards her and her jaw slacked, caught off guard by the beauty standing right before her. Oliver having the disruptor of the moment w look, he looked down at Savannah.
Although he's seemingly the quiet one, cruel thoughts constantly roam around his head. In terms of physical strength, and facial appearance, he's the most handsome, yet has no lover at all.
Savannah stayed mute and just stayed there on the floor as Oliver glared holes at her forehead, crouching down for her and gnashing his teeth together. "Had she just stayed where the hell she went too whilst you pretend to be dead would have been much better."
"But nevertheless, that only means more suffering for you."He snarled and then straightening up, he tucked his hands into the front pocket of his expensive jean trousers and turned around, causally walking out of the door like nothing happened.
Madonna who had been following his every steps with her eyes couldn't help nibbling on her bottom lip. Wait, what the hell had just happened?
"Hey Madonna, Can you get me up-" Savannah said through grunts of pains that were currently shooting up her body system, her hand shooting up the air to be grabbed. Madonna having snapped her head towards her, she nodded affirmatively and connected their hands, swiftly lifting her up with it.
Xavier folded his arms across his chest, watching the duo. "If you both are done with whatever it is right there, Savannah, tell us why you didn't only decide to come back home but also brought alongside a stranger."
Savannah took Madonna's hand in her, squeezing it as she thought of the perfect words to mutter. "She's my friend and as from now henceforth, I would like her to start living here."
"But-"Madonna butted in, wriggling her hand out of Savannah's tight hold. No; don't tell her they were at her place, meaning the werewolves world. She has live back at New York but what life was it when she had have to start all over again over there.
"I can see you're the most famous stripper in New York"Xavier's mention snapped her out of any thoughts as she immediately clamped her hands together, a pang of uneasiness causing havoc through her nerves.
Whilst Xavier couldn't keep his eyes off her and before he could stop himself, he spluttered what would be the perfect to offer. "You can stay under our roof, no issue about that. Just live with us here in this palace"
Geneva immediately pushed himself off the doorway he's been leaned against all this while watching and strolled up to Xavier from behind. "You had better take back that idea, Xavier. No one in hell would she be staying here."
"Let her stay, Geneva. Cause even if you're more concerned about what tantrum Oliver would pull when he gets to know, trust me to have it all sorted out- I'm going to deal with it and with him.
Xavier looked straight at him to see him deep in a hot staredown with her- Madonna. Xavier shifted towards Geneva to persuade him even more but with his face robbed of any sort of emotions and leaving it blanked, he burst his way out of the room in poor annoyance.
"Nice to meet you, New York's stripper."As he mushed, bringing forth his hand for a shake. Though not pleased with the title he was currently addressing her with, nevertheless, she shook hands with him.
She was quick to entangle her hands from his almost as soon as it met but he just laughed and played it off, especially since he could still sense Savannah standing by her side.
With one last glimpse at her, he strode out of the room and Rihanna flinched at the overloud jamming of the door. Just as she was about getting to it to go shut the door, Madonna didn't let her make it halfway before popping up at her front and obstructing her way, a slight look of offense deeply knitted over her face.
"Now, tell me, how are you so sure Nikon wouldn't trace us down here?"Madonna raised a brow, standing at her akimbo.
Lord Nikon! Lord Nikon!!There was possibly no other name than than that could give her so much shrills as that does. No one knows his mind. The Lord Nikon she had dared might be capable of doing any shitty thing, as long as it would get him to lay his hands on her.Savannah also sighed exasperatedly, collapsing unto her bed. She rubbed at her eyes, fatigue obvious on the two pairs. Madonna eyed her daringly and with a polite roll of eyes, she sat upright on the bed. She knew she has to find a way to ease Madonna up to also spare herself the headache because, holy cow! She feels so much like sleeping."We are here now, Madonna. We left him to deal with himself. Just get your mind off the messes he made of your life and start afresh. Leave your old lifestyle alone and begin something new from here onward." Savannah hopefully spoke, drawing in a long breath therafter.Madonna speechlessly ventured towards the bed and climbing unto it, she laid on her back; facing the ceiling as thoughts
"How dare you?"he thundered hazardously at Madonna's face, his face burning with unquenchable fury.She firmly took her stand, not even the least backing out. Savannah peeked from over her shoulder and Geneva's angry looking face scared her away, causing her to quickly duck back behind Madonna.She was never the type to act like scaredy cat but it has a limitation. Her courage are limited to her brothers; the triplets. The triplets are all fierce and if anything, she knows better than crossing their paths because it would mean incurring their wraths. And for a long time now, she's been abstaining from invoking any disaster."I might joke with anything but never a person who's my friend. Just because of a plain Xbox, it doesn't mean you can go all ape on her. I had thought you were more more mature but right now, I knew I had guess wrong. Just give my friend a breathing space and that's all"Madonna challenges him, inching closer to him.Geneva's hands curled into fists beside him, his
"Make me a steaming cup of coffee!"As soon as Xavier instructed, Madonna burst into a laughing fit; facepalming herself because why not? It sounds so funny to the ears that she knew he was obviously joking. Meanwhile, Xavier gave her the whole of the time to laugh, his patience still there."Don't worry, I give you the time to laugh. As long as when you're done, you'll have to hurry up and get me my coffee."he remarked, sipping from the glass of whiskey still held tightly in his hand."You seriously think am one of the pack's slave?"At her outburst, he almost choked on his drink, his head snapping up to look at her face. While she did the same; taking note of his serious expression while she has on the I-don't-give-a-fuck look."You're under our roof, Madonna. Just a simple coffee wouldn't take so much of your time to make."he plainly said, putting his glass of shot aside on the refrigerator and turning back towards her.Madonna didn't respond as she found it nothing but unnecessary.
Madonna's face paled, losing all colours..."I don't understand."She feebly shook her head, taking a short glimpse down at the document by the bed before her gaze stirred back to the man. Meanwhile, Savannah creased her nape; already having the knowledge of what was about going on."The triplets seemed to have came to an agreement and has decided that for you to stay here; you have to sign that contract that will dim you as their stripper to guarantee your lifetime stay under their roof."the man explained, the tag by his suit reading the name, Asher Dawson; the pack's lawyer."Look Mr Asher-"Madonna began, her lips pulsed to speak as she attempted inching closer to him."Miss, Madonna. The guards are right outside incase you want to object to the idea. They are there for a reason which is to throw you out. Miss, you can please cooperate or use the door."His voice came so sharply, cutting her off from any further talk.Savannah moved closer to her, rubbing a hand down her back assuring
"L-ord N- ikon..."Realization dawned on her, her eyes bobbing in their sockets in fright. Before she knew it, she fell on her knees before Oliver- having no choice than to plead. Hell- Nikon mustn't get to her!"I can assure you I won't bother you with my existence. I'll always make sure not to cross your paths henceforth. I also won't be a pain in the neck but please; let me stay here. I don't want to be thrown out of this pack, please. I promise I will be a good kid, I-"She quickly clamped her mouth shut at his stern look, creasing her forehead uncomfortably as she realized she's been a blabbering mess all this while.Oliver's eyes stayed rooted on her, gaging her every movements. His fists clenched by his sides, his jaw tensing alongside as he contemplated on his decision. Her bright eyes held so much pain and pleads while his held restriction.Savannah who stood right there behind her was rigid against the door, her eyes welling up with tears for her friend. No doubt, she knew th
"You are going nuts, Xavier. Is that what you called the meeting for?"Came Oliver's huff, looking as irritated as ever. While, Geneva raked his fingers into his hair before swiftly rising up his feet, consumed with annoyance."Obviously, yes."Xavier shrugged like it's nothing until Oliver overtook Geneva and was before him in no time to struck a cruel blow to his face."Just let him be, Oliver."Geneva quickly held him back, shooting daggers at Xavier who hastily brought up his hands in surrender. Oliver jerked his hand out of Geneva's grip and sending watchful Xavier a just-try-that-again-and-see look, before storming out of the living room."The sooner you go for a brain checker, the sooner you get healed. Fuck you Xavier, I can't believe I wasted minutes of my life just to listen to your shits."Geneva stated, shaking his head and also making his way out of the living room, tucking his hands into his trouser pocket."Well, I don't care about the starting day anymore. All I know is am
The door opened and she could swear, when the person climbed out of the car- Her breathing galloped.Geneva after shutting his car door behind him, wore his sunglasses and looked sideway. Madonna thought she dunked- or at least attempted to but he was quick to catch sight of her."Oh, shit."she mumbled, scolding herself as soon as she realizes there was no escape. Geneva looked around where she stood, in search of his sister. It wasn't like he cares though but because he wanted to see if she'd dumped her friend and left. Perhaps Madonna was then afraid to go home and... Well, he doesn't care about whatsoever had happened but would be glad if the two friends had parted and Madonna would no longer be staying under their roof."Where's Savannah?"Asking, he started approaching. She began to panic. It seems he cares so thus; she's going to first die by his hand because how on earth would she spill it out to him that his sister is missing?"Uhm, I... I..." She couldn't make out words, inst
Madonna could seen walking in the dark night to wherever her legs continues to lead her. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around herself, eyes snapping sideways occasionally for any danger as she took each steps. Her legs are starting to ache; it got so intense beyond compare that she made a stop by the roadside."Jeez, this hurts." she told herself, crouching down to the floor and slipping her heels off her foots. Taking the heels under her arm, she straightened up as her legs met with the cold, bare tarred road.She was about continuing her work but stayed rooted on the spot. Is there even a need for her to keep walking without even a particular whereabout? It's been an hour now but yet, she was still wandering in the dark night. Had she known the way back to the palace, she would have been there on this while. Geneva whom she could have asked for help on his exit out of the store completely snubbed her and drove away. Now she's all left in this scaredy situation, in between danger