4. Forrest

Rhianna's POV

It wasn't like I wanted to bump into him or anything. I always hated being so close to the twins. They brought some kind of feelings in me that I didn't very much like.

They were like danger lights, and I wanted to stay far, far away.

I looked up into Forrest's bright green eyes. They glowed. So bright. He was handsome. No, women would call him hot as hell. He was also a Playboy and a devil.

Hell. All the three brothers were handsome, even though they were all a*sholes.

"You weren't looking either," I snapped at him, suddenly angry with him, with everything and everyone in the world.

What the hell did I do to be cursed like this? For the infinite times, I wished I had my parents, I wished they hadn't died.

He growled under his breath and glared down at me.

He was shocked, and angry. Of course.

I was shocked too when those words left my lips. Usually Nia was the one who did things like this. But now here I was, staring into the eyes of the man who was called The devil by the people around him and I was calling him out on his mistake?

Maybe I was starting to grow some spine without Nia. I didn't mind it. It feels good to stand up for myself for once. Nia was right. I was the one to blame for the way I was treated.

Forrest looked angry and his bright green eyes became dark, showing a hint of his Alpha wolf.

All the three brothers are from Royal Alpha Werewolf line, but Theodore was the king, because he was the eldest, and because these two didn't actually care.

He growled again.

I was scared, but I didn't care anymore.

What the hell could he do to me that my mate hadn't already done? Glare at me? Growl?

Fuck him. Fuck all of them.

I had never spoken a word against him, I had never done anything to offend him, but... he was always looking at me like just looking at me was hard for him. Why? I knew I wasn't sexy like some of his lady friends, but I wasn't really ugly either. I knew that much.

"You-" He started and I cut him off with a wave of my hand. I had had enough of all of their attitude.

"You could have stepped to the side. You should watch where you are going too. Don't go walking into people," I said as my fingers trembled. I hid it between the folds of my dress. Even though my words came out stronger, my body still betrayed me.

"What did you say?" he growled out and angry tears blurred my vision. I bared my teeth at him. I wanted to punch him, hurt him. Do something, anything. I hated feeling like this, feeling so helpless.

I just wished Nia would come back. Maybe then, I would at least have a fifty percent chance of getting out of this hellhole.

"You heard me," I said, swiping my palms quickly across my cheeks. "Now move. I have to go to my daughter."

"Rhianna, why are you-" I didn't want to listen to him anymore. I pushed him away. He looked surprised as he stumbled back. I marched past him.

My legs were shaking. My heart pounded closer to my ears. I was half running before I reached Peyton's room. I could still feel his eyes boring into my back. I didn't dare turn back.

I reached Payton's room, shaking, trembling and slammed the door behind me and locked it just in case. I knew he wouldn't follow me, but still I didn't want to take the chance.

I took in a deep calming breath. Every cell in my body was shuddering from the interaction I just had with Forrest.

WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO? F*ck me.

Payton's caretaker looked up at me with a worried look in her eyes. She was one of the few people who actually cared for me. She was only a few years older than me, and she was a blessing in disguise. I couldn't have survived the past two weeks without her.

I would go as far as to call her my friend. My only friend. My only well wisher in this snake pit full of people with vile intentions.

"What did that a*shole do now? I will run away with you, Luna Rhianna. You know that. I have a wolf, and she is stronger, and I can keep both of you safe. You- he keeps hurting you and I don't like it."

Anne was an Delta wolf and a trained fighter. Theo appointed her as Peyton's nanny because she could protect Peyton if Peyton was in any danger --and now he was the one who was threatening OUR little girl.

Anne's wolf Trena was actually stronger than Nia and bigger. Of course, every wolf around us were stronger and bigger.

"I can't ask that of you, Anne. You have a family here and they love you, and I can't ask you to end your life for me."

"My parents will be alright, and I still haven't met my mate, thank the goddess. I don't want a mate after all of this."

"Your mate will be much much better. Not everyone is like Theodore," I said with a sigh. Once upon a time also, I did believe not everyone is like Theo. But I thought that because he was above every one of them. But now I realized he was a merciless, cruel, manipulative b*stard.

"I don't want to gamble. But come on, Luna. I consider you a friend and I want to help you."

"It will be alright. I can bear it for a few more days. I know Nia will come back soon, and then I will leave this hellhole. Don't worry about me, Anne."

"But I fear that he will break you completely before that," she said with a worried look on her face as I picked up Peyton from her crib. I cradled her closer to my breast. "How about we just kill him?"

I was tempted to, but I knew I would have to run forever if I ever killed the beloved King of Westerlands packs. Westerlands packs consist of ten smaller packs around the west side of USA, and Theo was admired and adored by everyone.

I wouldn't stand even a 0.5 percent chance if I killed him.

As if Peyton could sense my state of mine, she touched my cheek with her chubby hand.

Just a touch from her, and I would feel like I was healed. My pain would go away, and everything would be alright again. She was my only source of heaven in this hell.

"Mommy loves you, Peyton. Mommy loves you so much."

"Ma..." she said in her beautiful little voice and smiled. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine.

I was startled out of my happy bubble when someone knocked on the door. Knock was not the right word. More like pounded. Hard.

"Open the door."

"It is one of the twins," Anne said, her eyes wide.

I shook my head. Was he here to shout at me some more for talking back? I didn't want to listen to any of it now. I should have just kept my mouth shut and walked away.

Taking in a deep breath, I clung to my daughter's tiny body like she was my lifeline. She actually was.

I pressed a finer against my lips, motioning Anne to be quiet.

"Do not open the door," I mind-linked her and her eyes widened as she shook her head.

"He sounds angry."

"Yeah, I did something stupid," I said as sat down on the bed. "Just... don't breathe loud."

"He already knows we are in here. He can smell us, and our fear."

"I am not afraid," I lied through my teeth and Anne raised her brows. I gave her a shrug.

The pounding increased.

"Rhianna. I know you are inside."

I kept quiet.

"Open the damn door now."

Is this guy fucking insane? Couldn't he let my one misdeed go?

I heard more thud.

"If you don't open, I will kick it down."

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