'I am so fucking screwed!' Angel thought as he forced himself to take one step at a time. And with every step taking him farther away from her, he could feel his beast feeling restless. “Calm down, bud, we can’t claim her in that way yet. By the way, it’s great to feel you again,” he muttered to himself. Angel took a deep breath, feeling the urge to shift and run wild but he knew he dared not. He fought the urge, knowing what would happen if he did. And God forbid if one of the guards saw him, that would mean another agonizing day of getting himself tranquilised and tested on like some lab rat! He growled deep in his throat. Untamed, primal power coursed through his veins, heightening the urge to go on a rampage. He tried taking breathing exercises, forcing himself to remember all the people raped, beaten, and shot just to get him to obey orders. The horrid memory fueled his anger but cooled the rebellious urge. A flurry of snow drifted in the air and his breathing sounded in his
Angel took a glance in the cell block opposite his. Wolfe curled up on the cold concrete floor, leaving his bed untouched. He recalled the other Were was brought in shortly after him. Like the rest of them, he had been hopeful that they would find a means of escape, but after nine years, he gave up and became withdrawn until Antonio Rufus started making them mate with captured female wolves. The guards would bring them from another cell block every Friday night, labeling them ‘gifts’. And there were times he would mix them up with human females. But they stopped bringing in humans when the death rate started piling up. A lot of the male Weres have been locked up for far too long and have fully embraced their animalistic side. Such Weres had totally lost touch with the real world and control was alien to them. After that, they only bring in humans they want to be killed. Wolfe had formed a bond with one of the she-wolves and every time she was brought in she only allowed Wolfe to t
Nadia opened her eyes, looking up at the high ceiling of her room. The event of the previous night rushed through her head like a panorama of pictures and her lush lips spread out in a happy smile. Wiggling with excitement on her bed, she let out a happy laugh. She had never imagined that coupling could be that intense and beautiful. She supposed it must be partly because the feeling of need had been natural and not cunningly geared by some cynical motive. She grimaced in recollection of her previous experiences. Her first time was with her literature teacher in high school. He had been quite a hunk; tall, witch-black hair, and the brooding kind. His name was Bildad James. All the female seniors had wanted him but he never gave any of them the slightest of attention. He became somewhat a challenge for her. The feeling of making him a conquest seduced her. She wanted to be the one who succeeded where others failed and she went at him with all she had got. At first, she made a subtle
"What now?" Nadia tensed up and unconsciously started to bite her fingernails. She wondered if someone had seen her and Angel the night before and had ratted them out. She gasped and stepped back when her uncle looked up. Her heartbeat accelerated. She swallowed and her eyes darted in their sockets as she pondered on what to do. She always made sure to stay clear of her uncle whenever he was in one of his shitty moods but she had no idea why he would ask for Angel as soon as he stepped out of the car, looking that livid. She figured staying in her room would not get her the information she needed, she decided then to go and welcome her uncle. Internally cringing at the idea. Nadia quickly brushed her teeth, had a scented bath and picked an open-back jumpsuit that clung to her shapely body. When she stood in front of the vanity mirror in her bathroom, she swallowed at the picture she posed. Without a bra, her breast stood full and perky and her nipples strained through the strap of
In his musings, he didn’t pay much attention to where the guards were taking him. They were pushing and poking him anyway so he figured that didn’t require plenty of brain power. One of them pushed Antonio Rufus’ home office door open and the one behind him shoved him. An act that made him bristle for some reason. He stood immobile and turned his head around to look down his nose at the fool. He wanted it clear that if he chose not to move, his shoving would achieve nothing. The man swallowed hard under his cold scrutiny and his eyes darted to his colleagues. “Move, wolf-boy!” one other guard said in a low menacing tone. Angel directed his steely gaze at him and the man hesitated, not quite sure how to react. “Come inside, Angel!” Daniel yelled. “There is hardly any reason to shout, he is not freaking deaf,” Antonio Rufus said, causing Daniel to grow red in the face – mortified. He gave Angel a retributory glare. The thought of the bastard finding out about Nadia and using her aga
“Give him double his food ration to make sure he is well fed. I will send the names of the ones to come with us after I have discussed that with my sons,” Antonio Rufus said to the guards and when they wanted to cuff him again, Antonio Rufus raised his hand gesturing for them to stop. He held Angel’s gaze and said, “We do have an understanding, right, Angel?” When Angel nodded again, he added, “There wouldn't be any need for that…” The guards stepped back and allowed Angel to walk out on his own, following him closely from behind. Angel heard the office door click shut and he took his ample time striding down the long corridor. Just when he was about twelve meters away, he heard Mathew ask, “Do you really mean to spare the werewolves you would find on that island? Because if you ask me, that will be extremely risky, they are werewolves.” “Of course not! I can hardly tell him that!” “And what do you intend to do about Alexander's son? That fool needs to be taught a lesson,” Daniel
And just when they all turned their black eyes his way and started to shapeshift, a Male human was pushed in through the door and he stumbled and fell on the concrete floor in between the cell blocks. He shrieked when he looked up and saw the Weres shapeshifting. Angel recognised him as one of the men that used to accompany Alexander to visit Antonio Rufus in the past. The conversation in the study earlier replayed in his head and he realized the man could help his course. The Were closest to him pounced out of the cell and before he could grab the human, Angel leapt, wrapped his arms around the Were's middle, shifted his body sideways and threw him backwards. The human let out a loud yelp. Angel picked him up next as if he weighed nothing and ran back to the end of the cell block. Pulling open his cell door, he dropped and pushed him inside. "Thank you!" the human repeatedly says. "Who are you and why do they want you dead?" Angel asked. "I … I am Aaron. I know you! You must
A few minutes before, Nadia was in the dining room, taking her ample time to eat her dinner while pondering on the excuse she could use to wander close in the direction where she heard her uncle kept the Weres. She was dying to see Angel again to find out why her uncle had summoned him earlier. And of course, there was also the issue of wanting to see him alone again. The thought of going back up the stairs to her room without seeing him and finding out what was happening was putting her on edge. She looked to the entrance to the dining table for the umpteenth time, expecting her uncle or either of her cousins to walk in. She had brought a book, thinking after dinner she could use the excuse to prolong her stay downstairs. She could hardly say she wanted to go and read in the garden since it was freezing outside, and neither could she use the excuse of going for a walk. The grounds were covered with snow now and that would not do. She could not think of any reason to linger after d