BLUEWe almost went mad with worry as we hurried out of the office. We didn't use our powers, knowing it would only delay us, since we would have to wipe their memories before any of them leaked our secrets. Walking seemed like the best alternative at the moment. Chris ran after us as we headed towards the stairs. We knew getting the lift would take some time, so the stairs it was. Chris took the lift while we took the stairs, realizing there was no one around to watch us should we use our powers. “What do you suggest we do?” Fred asked, looking worried as we hurried down the stairs, and towards the exit. “We find Imelda. She's the one who will give us the directions to wherever they kept Bella.” There was no need to think about it. “And how do you propose we do that? Sniff her out?” He frowned, giving me a dark gaze. He knew how difficult it would be for us to locate her. It was a weekday, and there were many scents in the air. Finding her would be like looking for a needle i

“Your mate?” I squinted at that. “Like age buddy?” I gave them a dubious look. “I know I'm not that familiar with you guys, but there's one thing I'm certain about, and that's how old you are. Last I checked, Blue said you were older than I gave you credit for. How then did we turn to age mates?” I scoffed, folding my arms as I watched them, waiting to hear their response, to know if they would lie their way out of this like they had been doing. “Not that.” Blue rubbed the back of his neck as he got on the bed. He took my hand in his, sighing as he gathered his thoughts. “You are the one made for us. Like our soulmate.”“Soulmate?” I looked towards Fred, who nodded, smiling. “You are the only one we will ever be with until the end of time. The one specially made for us,” he whispered as he held my right hand in his and planted a kiss on the back. “You are ours, Bella.”Ours?I gulped, trying to regulate my breathing. This was something I have always ached to hear, for them to tel

When we got to the house, we halted, exchanging looks. The building was similar to the prisons back home. Whoever erected the structure might either be a psycho or missing home. But Kendera didn't fall under any of them. He was just a bitter werewolf, fuelled by his desire to seek revenge for his father's death. Fred took the lead, and I followed close behind him, looking back, as we walked deeper into the house. The hall was dimly lit, but we could still make our way through it as if there were a bulb overhead. We followed the pungent smell of Durian and got to the room. Fred kicked the door open, and I stepped in, my gaze landing on the motionless body on the floor. Instead of hurrying over to the corpse, my eyes took in the squared room, noting how empty and depressing it looked. It was just like the prison rooms. “What's this?” Fred muttered as he lifted a syringe, knitting his eyebrows. I hurried over to him and grabbed the syringe containing the strange red liquid. I raised

I blinked at that. “Two heartbeats? What the hell are you talking about? Don't tell me the injected serum caused it?” I sat up as a dark thought gripped my mind. “Am I a monster? Would I turn into a bat and start biting random people like Dracula? Would I have to sleep in a coffin? Oh, my God! I'm not ready to live in a spooky castle!” I yelled, mourning my fate.“Well…” He scratched his hair as his eyes darted from me to the door, almost like he was expecting my mates to kick the don't down. “I don't know about the person you mentioned, or turning into a bat thingy and biting people. Is it a normal thing for humans?” He leaned in to whisper, sounding genuinely curious.I blinked, wondering who among us should be curious. “What's with the double heartbeats, then? Am I sick? If I'm not turning to Dracula any time soon, what's amiss with me?”“I think…” He trailed off, glancing towards the door as if there were something he didn't want to say. “This might all be baseless. I will have t

“Bunny, you are pregnant.”“We don't want to hurt the baby.”“You need your rest.”“We will only end up causing more harm than good to your body.”“If you are not concerned about your health, we are.”“We need you healthy enough to stay with us for eternity.”“We can't do what you asked us to.”And that was how we spent the first two months with them telling me what I was to do and what not to do. It had gotten to the point that I always knew their response each time I sought to join them in bed. What was worse? They closed off their playroom and locked the door, so I wouldn't be able to get into it with my tricks. I tried to get them to do what I wanted, but they wouldn't agree to it. But that was far from my problem. They prevented me from going to work, and I only met Chris once, and that was a month ago, when I threatened to run away from home should they not let me see my best friend. After that, I had only communicated with her through the phone. Oddly enough, it felt like the