I didn't want to sulk around the house all day. It was hard for me to go outside and act as if nothing had happened. I wanted to mock her with laughter. We both knew two different people; that much is obvious. I deadpanned, saying, "I had no idea." He wasn't always like this, but when he was younger, something terrible happened. I don't know what occurred, but whatever it was altered him, and that's why he is thus, and I perked up at the sound of that. "What took place?" I asked. "I don't know the specifics; all I know is that he previously had someone he loved break his heart. The individual had duped him and the gang. I believe he's keeping you at a distance because he thinks you'll act in the same way because of this, she said. Because someone who wasn't his mate broke his heart, he refuses to be with me and instead stuffs his crap where it doesn't belong, I reasoned. "I'm sure it didn't mean anything." "Which portion? "I jokingly questioned. When she realized there was n
I needed to figure out who would pay someone to find me. That nobody would be there to save me was the saddest part of it. Even if they had, I doubt they would have even noticed that I had departed. They probably didn't give a damn, did they? That little red-headed devil had brainwashed them into thinking I was a bad guy. She made it appear like I was just there for the status and power, as she was the only hungry bitch present. I was at a loss for words to tell her, even though I don't use such harsh phrases to describe individuals. I don't even know why I was worrying about what other people might say when I should have been worried about getting out of this position. I searched the room for anything that could free me from the chains, but I could only see a space. There was nothing else besides the chains that kept me in place. Windows were absent. Only a metal door, which could only be opened from the outside, was present. Since there was nothing else I could do, I groaned and
"Please explain what is happening?" Jackson questioned as he cast his gaze between the two and eventually found me. He raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Why is she tied to the bed?" Benjamin erupted, pointing a finger of accusation at Ray , "This fucker tried to rape my sister." "Sister?" Ray made a nasty joke. Let's all settle down and decide." "These are grown adults," Jackson said. Ray raised his hand and left the room, saying, "I don't have time for this bullshit." Shortly after, Jackson departed the room, leaving my brother and me. He stood up for me, but that didn't mean I had to forgive him. He was one of the numerous individuals. I felt the most pain. Imagine having an older brother who was your best friend, protector, and someone you could always count on. He, however, followed suit as soon as everyone else turned against me. He never once extended an olive branch to me. Like everyone else, he thought I was to blame for his mother's passing. He uncomfortably s
None appeared. I didn't give up and kept calling out and sifting through the cacophony. After repeating this for about an hour, all I saw were dead people who the house had crushed. I yelled again because I still wasn't ready to give up. Not a single person could be seen. I finally gave up and cried out while falling to the ground. My body rushed with sobs that were loud and irrepressible. My favorite activity today appears to be sobbing, it seems. Crying appeared to be the only appropriate response for me to have today because I felt hopeless and pitiful. My eyes were now dehydrated. I collapsed on the ground, trembling and hiccupping when I ran out of tears. When I could relax, I concentrated on my hearing to see if I could hear anything. I was still deciding whether to give up. I was greeted by total quiet. Nothing was present there then. The realization struck me instantly. I had slain my entire pack. Because of me, every single one of them was dead. I committed murder. I
Everything was gradually becoming evident. "You didn't intentionally murder those folks, did you?" He asked and I didn't answer. This was a very delicate topic for me, and to be completely honest, I didn't want to talk about it. When he saw my upset expression, he added, "Well, I guess I have my answer." "Why are you here?" I asked, wiping away a tear before it fell. "My brother" "Your brother?" I asked, confused. "He doesn't know me, but I've heard you are his mate," I said. I muttered, "Ryan," as I peered more intently at the man in front of me. "Yes. If you don't go right now, they'll use you to murder him." When I heard that, the prospect of killing my mate caused my chest to tighten severely, even though I knew we might never be romantically involved, I never intended for him to pass away. He stepped closer and said, "I don't know what happened between you two, but I'm sure you don't want him dead." I gritted out, "Don't get any closer." No matter his name, I wouldn'
I am still figuring to make it work despite what I want. "We must figure out a way to get this. "The first thing out of your back is that." Ryan stated. A moment ago, the surgeon stitching me up was instructed to "Go figure out how to detach this thing from her back." "What is it?" I enquired out of concern. "Nothing to be concerned about. I'll make sure nothing wrong occurs to you. "He gave me a determined look as Ryan turned to face me. I became less anxious but still worried under his comforting stare. So, something has been in my back the entire time. For a while, I genuinely believed the agony was in my head, but it turned out to be something lodged in my back. I could finally move after feeling something slowly separate from my back. My body was lying on the table, and I stood up. I concentrated on the spine-shaped mechanical duplicate. It was covered in blood, most likely my blood. "How-why-what?" I was speechless and in shock, unable to take my eyes off the spine that
Ryan resumed and got out of bed, "You can stay here as long as you like, and if you desire to leave, you can go." He walked out of the room and left me with my thoughts. This needed to be clarified. Here he was, acting like the mate I have always wanted, the one I always needed. I knew in my heart that I would never be able to just up and leave again, not when he showed me there was more to him apart from his usual brooding personality. "For everything, I know that you might never forgive me, but I want you to know that I truly am sorry. I was an asshole to you the entire time you were here, and when you ran away, I didn't even search for you. When my beta talked some sense into me, I searched for you. If I hadn't come looking for you when I did, I'm afraid of what they would have done to you." He confessed, looking at me with guilt and regret written across his face. I wanted more than anything to hate him, but I couldn't find the strength to hate him. I was hurt without a dou
Marina's POV Seeing all the eager eyes expecting my reaction, I was a gibbering wreck. If that delighted look was any indication, I knew Ryan intentionally did this. He was taking this all too far, he assumed I shouldn't know what to say. However, I was about to prove them wrong. I smiled proudly and continued. "I proposed you construct an alternative bunker to evacuate everyone and anyone who cannot protect themselves. What gave you the impression that we don't have an essential bunker yet?" Jason grinned. Right. Of course, he has considered every possibility. You can only stay at the top if you keep a lead. He seemed always to be one step ahead of his adversaries, which was among the justifications he was the most effective alpha. I made my way straight to the sofa and sighed in frustration. I felt a little silly for speaking up. It was apparent they didn't require my assistance. They have been engaged in these conflicts for a very long time and despite having only the most ba