CHAPTER ONE:
**Diane’s POV**
“Fuck!” I groaned. My head, back and stomach throbbed painfully, even my ribs, they felt like they were on fire. Clutching my head with both of my hands as if to keep it steady against my neck, I sat up on my bed and winced as the pain struck me again with full force.
I closed my eyes briefly; and almost immediately I had flashes of a gory scene playing out before me. All I saw was blood, decapitated bodies and pain filled screams in the air. I opened my eyes immediately, afraid of the gory scene playing in my head.
“What the hell happened?” I mumbled to myself. I couldn’t remember what exactly had happened but I knew that a moment ago, I was at the fields with my mother and her maids, and the next minute, I was on my bed with my head so heavy it felt like it was about to fall off my neck.
I walked up to my vanity mirror, and gasped at my reflection. I know I usually looked bad, starved, but this time it was different. A distant kind of bad, I looked haggard, around my eyes were purplish looking bruises. Even my dark circles were so prominent, they looked like a make up.
Just as I was about to walk into my bathroom, my door flung open, revealing my stepfather who barged into the room with a stormy expression on his handsome face. I was used to it. He never smiled at me. Whenever he comes in here, the only thing he would do is hit me, sometimes he would hit me untilI passed out.
Fully expecting that that was what was about to happen, I stood patiently, waiting for the next hit but it never came.
“You bitch!” He growled, looking at me with hate filled eyes. “You’ve finally succeeded in killing my daughter!” He yelled in my face.
Wait, what the hell was he saying?
I looked up at him quizzically, thinking he was bluffing, probably high on something until I noticed my stepsister, his daughter, Rachael waltz into the room brandishing a large whip in her hands.
“What’s happ—” I started to ask but was cut off when the sharp edge of the whip struck my face with full force. I yelped in pain. Rachael had hit me.
Tears rolled down my cheek in fat droplets as my stepfather walked up to me and held me against my bedroom wall while Rachel continued hitting me with the whip. She didn’t care where it landed, on my face, chest, breasts, back, everywhere.
I had learned the hard way never to shout whenever I was hit, but this time; this time it was different, it was too much, they had this precision, this force that made every hit ooze of hatred; and I knew they were going to kill me if I did not try to stop them.
“Stop!” I groaned, my eyes were tearing up. My body was on fire. I couldn’t stand the pain they were inflicting on me, “stop,” I said again, “You’re hurting me!”
“You should’ve maybe thought about that before you killed your mother!” My step dad yelled, he struck my face so hard that it fell limply in the opposite direction. I tasted blood on my mouth and I knew that my lips had been busted.
“I did not kill anyone!” I cried out in frustration, “I would never kill anyone!” I cried again, thrashing wildly in his hold in order to get away from him; but his steely hands held me still. I couldn’t fight against them, they were stronger than I was, way stronger.
My step father is an Alpha, and my step sister is just as strong as he was; they were werewolves and I was a human. A human for fucks sake! They ought to go lighter on me!
A painful blow to my midriff had me sprawling to the floor. My eyes blurred as tiny black dots danced in my line of sight.
“You killed my daughter Becky and you will pay for it!” My step dad yelled, planting a heavy kick to my ribs. Kicking so hard, I knew that they would fracture.
I cried out, moving away from him. In all of my torture, Rachel did not say a word, she simply stood away from me, waiting until he gave her the cue to start hitting me again.
“I do not know what you’re talking about!” I cried softly, wrapping my arms around my body as if in a bid to stop the aching. “Becky isn’t dead, she was at the field with me moments ago.”
“Becky isn’t dead, she was at the field with me moments ago!” Rachel mimicked in a high pitched voice, coming over to land a heavy kick onto my exposed chest. “Liar! You fucking liar! You think we wouldn’t see through your pretentious facade?!”
I was confused, utterly confused. I didn’t understand what they were talking about. Didn’t understand why they would insist that a living person was dead.
For how long had I been out?
“If you are not responsible for Becky’s death, then explain why you were found in the fields straddling her dead corpse with a silver knife in your hands?!” Rachel yelled, coming to stand over me.
Wait what? When did that happen?
“You must be mistaken…” I cried, hugging myself. “I don’t remember doing that! I’ll never do that!”
I watched silently as Rachel squatted before me, holding my head in a very painful grip, and then she hit my head against the floor with so much force, I felt like my brain was about to crack open.
“If not for the fact that Dad has another kind of punishment in store for you, I would’ve killed you this minute and fed your irritating skin to the dogs!” She seethed, standing up.
“I didn’t kill her, I swear. I would never kill her!” I cried frantically, still confused about what was happening.
“Shut up!” My Step dad growled, throwing another kick to my midriff. “Get your stuff packed! You’ll be going off to silver crest pack tomorrow morning!” He snarled at me. My eyes widened in shock.
“W-why?” I stuttered fearfully. Blood crest was a total nightmare. The worst nightmare anyone would be forced to go through. It was filled with brutal people and an even worse Alpha.
“Didn’t you hear me earlier?” Rachel seethed venomously, “that’s your punishment! We’re selling you off to the Alpha of Silver crest pack as we no longer find you useful here anymore!”
No! no! No! Not the Alpha! Not that devil!
“Please, no…” I cried, “I swear I didn’t kill Becky, don’t send me off to that monster!”
“I’ll make sure to inform him that you just called him a monster.” Rachel replied with an evil glint in her eyes.
No!
“Please don’t do this to me!” I cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as they both strutted out of my room, leaving the door ajar behind them.
I fell on my knees, sobbing. This couldn’t be happening to me. It shouldn’t. My body shook with fear at the thought of getting sold to Alpha Michael.
He was way worse than my father was; and my father was already an evil man as it is…
CHAPTER TWO:**Diane’s POV**I woke up with a start to discover that I had slept on the cold tiled floor over the night with my door still left ajar from when Step dad and Rachel had walked out of it the previous day.Speaking of stepdad and Rachel, I remembered what they had said yesterday about selling me off to become a slave to Alpha Michael of Silver crest pack. The thought of it made my blood run cold. I couldn’t go there, I wouldn’t go there!That blood sucker of an Alpha would have me killed even before stepdad would ever consider killing me! I wouldn’t allow this to happen to me.My body ached tremendously as I slowly got up from the floor on wobbly legs and practically dragged my tired body into my bathroom. I didn’t try to look at my reflection today because I knew I would look way worse than I did yesterday.Closing my eyes, I quickly got in the warm shower, stood still in it until all of the blood dried on my skin had been rinsed out and got out to quickly dress up.I had
CHAPTER THREE:**Diane’s POV**I slowly trudged beside Pete who had his arm wrapped around me, to keep me steady as we walked out of the forest. I wanted to fall against him, to hug him, to hold him around me, but the pain in my legs kept snapping me back to reality at every step I took.“Is your house very far from here?” I asked quietly, feeling the pain on my foot slowly crawl upwards until it began to grip slowly at my knees.“Just a little bit far from here.” He drawled quietly, looking down at me with hooded eyes.“Could you walk a little faster?” I asked him, thinking that my father and Alpha Michael could be looking for me and could appear behind us at any moment. I couldn’t help but look over my shoulders at every minute because I knew that they hadn’t stopped looking for me that quickly.“Are you running from someone, or something?” He asked, turning to look down at me quizzically. I immediately nodded my head in negation and kept my mouth shut as we continued walking slowly
CHAPTER FOUR:**Diane’s POV**I gulped again and again, staring into his deep dark eyes that had suddenly turned from accommodating and kind into something so beastly, it was difficult to look into them.“Pete…” I started, my voice thick with fear.“Just call me boss.” He corrected me. Tilting his head to the side as if trying to understand some big puzzle.“Why?” I whispered quietly, my eyes glazed with unshed tears as I stared up at him. I had nothing to say, even my brain was too mushy to form words.Suddenly I remembered that he was my mate and I gasped again. So aside from making me a defenseless human, the moon goddess had also cursed me with a beast of a mate.“Why?” He asked, his eyes boring into mine with so much proximity, it made my knees wobble. “Why what? Why did I save you from the bear’s trap? Why did I save you from vanquishing inside that thick forest or what Diane?”I gulped again, the lump in my throat increased at every passing second. “Why that too…” I whispered q
CHAPTER FIVEDiane’s POVFalling asleep became quite futile after that whole Pete or whatever he was called event, and do you want to know what became even more futile?To quit thinking about him…He was the only thing my mushy brain could think of as I laid in bed all night, and the only name I found myself whispering into the dark room in the silence.“I don’t like this!” I said to myself, shaking my head but what could I do? Absolutely nothing. He haunted my memories like a plague and instead of thinking about how he had tricked me into following him here, all I could think of was how his lips felt against my skin.What exactly was wrong with me?I didn’t like the fact that he, despite what he was, had this sort of strong hold on me and to think that he had kidnapped me against my own will was a different case altogether.How exactly was I having these sorts of thoughts for someone who kidnapped me?Things only got better… or worse when the large clock in the hallway sang a melodious
Chapter sixDIANE POV.I was finally able to escape Drew clutches when I came to the forest and found Michael resting on the trees with hands firmly in his pocket."Is it me or are humans stressful?" He asked, as Drew jumped from behind me. "I think they are actually stressful ," Drew muttered from behind me. "But how?" I asked, surprised to see both of them in front."I marked you, didn't I?" He asked, as I immediately understood the reason for the mark.He used the mark to be able to trace my location. I was doom as it's now dawn on me that I won't be able to escape his clutches."If you had asked for my help, I would have warned you that he could still find you, but you didn't," Drew commented."Now you angered him," he went on. "Were you really going to tell me that?" I asked him, taking a step back from them..It helps actually as I was able to pick up a broken glass."Now I think about it, no, I would love to watch him torture you a bit," Drew boasted.I looked at the two friends,
Chapter sevenMICHAEL POV. As she spoke, I heard the pain in her tone, she wasn't afraid, she wasn't scared either. And I stood up to meet her, I expected her to shudder, to at least shut up but she didn't.She looked me in the eyes, not caring if that would get her killed. I sighed when I drew nearer, looking at the girl who was desperately begging for death."Go and shower," I ordered, heading to the exit and leaving while making sure the gate was shut tight. I am now in Drew's room and I was angrily punching the bag as I explained everything that happened to him. "Wow, that's a lot," Drew muttered at the list of punishments she has been through."Those families have someone to experiment like that, it's making me jealous," Drew complained."That's not the problem now," I grumble. "But seriously, I would need to meet her family, they have given me inspiration on how to torture my next spy," he ignored as he proceed to get a note."So please, state it again," he requested but when
DIANE POV He had me standing there while he slept, he marked a circle around me so I won't move as I wait. It was directly close to the window and the wind was really cold.I frowned, watching him sleep off as I stood there, I didn't face but rather I faced the window. My eyes fix on the beautiful moon and the stars. I looked at the stars, wondering which one Becky would be, the thought of her brought fresh tears down my cheek. I wanted her near me, I wanted her to console me like she usually does.But I know she would be angry that I am mourning her for too long. I spent the night playing several games, although it was cold, the ice bath I received made it much of a breeze for me.I only turned my attention when I heard his footsteps. "You are up, master," I mumbles as he nods heading to the bathroom, if only he knows how much I wish to kill him.Once he was done, he released me and let me have my bath. When I was out, he dropped a book with a lot of complicated pictures which he w
MICHAEL POV. "Over there," Drew yelled, pointing at a guard who laid over her. Her dress was fully removed and he was about to remove his trousers when we saw him. Quickly, he stood up running and I rushed after him, catching on to him quickly. He was terrified and was shaking really bad. "Please spare me your majesty," he pleaded, his hands clapping together, which made him notice what he was holding. A whip on his hand that was full cover in her blood."Did you whip her?" I questioned. "On Lady Gwendolyn order sir," he replied. "She instructed me to beat her with full force anytime she stopped carrying the load," He explained."And how many times did you hit her?" I inquired. "I don't know sir, I lost count when I passed hundreds of whips," he admitted."And the part you nearly molested her, whose orders was that?" I interrogated further. "My initiative, but lady Gwendolyn says I could do whatever I wanted," he confesses. "You are going to regret ever being born," I tell him, dr