Chapitre 1: Chapter One
A shiver enveloped my body as my mind flashed through memories of the worst experience of my life.
That night made me realize what actual fear was. I had never imagined that my fate would turn against me and that what I had feared the most would one day supersede my reality.
I had never for once believed in the popular saying that goes, "Werewolves's souls last longer than humans because they have the moon goddess's blessings; how ironic?" I thought to myself.
However, it all began in that creepy wood. The moon had hidden well, but the stars were out, and it provided light to the ground.
The night was cold and tough as the wind blew in an unexpected, intense force that could blow away anything in its path.
Gabriel had been holding me captive for weeks, but I had managed to escape like before, so I ran as fast as my legs could take me, breathing with my mouth wide open as the air was too harsh for me to take me in through my nostrils.
I ran very fast but carefully not to stumble or bump into any tree in the forest while my hands were wrapped protectively around my little bump.
The heavy footfalls on the ground behind me were getting louder as they chased me down with vigor, getting closer with each step they took while I was getting weaker.
Growls tore out behind me, yet I fought the urge not to turn in and accept my fate, but as they say, "You can't run away from your fate."
I sighted the cave that I had found earlier in the day while looking for food that I could feast on, and then I quickly ran towards it, then hid myself there.
I removed the sweatshirt that had been keeping me and my little pup warm for the time being, then picked up a slightly small stone. I used the sweatshirt to wrap the stone and threw it a bit far from me to lead them away for the moment.
I tried to calm my heart so that I could hear it beating very fast, and I held my breath till they all passed by at full speed in their werewolf form.
The cave was small, and I knew that I could get caught if I stayed a little longer. After a moment of silence had passed, I checked to make sure that the surroundings were clear before coming out of the hidden cave and started walking quickly in the opposite direction, which led to the sea that would take us to the other side of the island.
But I stopped dead in my tracks when I sighted those familiar blue eyes that had been haunting me ever since I found out the truth about him.
His black-colored wolf was normal in size for Omegas, apart from his eye color, which I once thought was soothing to the eyes, which appeared to be emitting an aura of darkness.
His blue eyes were still the same color, unlike most werewolves' eyes. color changes whenever they transform from their human body.
"You are quite a hell of a runner," Gabriel said amusingly as he ran towards me at a speed that left me frozen in place and transforming back to his human form.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair without even bothering to cover his nakedness. He turned and twisted my hair so hard that I yelled in pain.
I held his hands to stop him from twisting my hair any further. My scalp felt like it was tearing apart. I had to scratch his hands and scream out louder.
"Shhh, baby girl, no one is going to hear you," he said, and he slapped me hard on my already bruised face, which intensified the throbbing headache. I fell to the ground due to the impact, not realizing when he had freed my hair.
The werewolves that were off my trail were all back, and they surrounded me and Gabriel in a circle as they narrated how I had misled them with the cloth that I threw away.
"You are one hell of a bitch, Glenn." He said it with malicious intent, and I had to wrap my weak hands again around my tummy protectively, shielding it from any sudden attack that he might have planned, but he looked at me with hatred burning in his eyes and spat on my face with a disgusted look.
He shrugged his shoulders when one of his minions tried to cover him up with a bathrobe since he was the only one who was stark naked and walked out of the circle one step at a time.
He transformed into his wolf form. "Take her back to her room; I need to take a breather," was the last thing I heard from his mouth before I lost consciousness.
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BLOOD MOON PACK
I jerked up immediately and shivered furiously, gnashing my teeth from the extremely cold water splashed forcefully on me, which made my clothes drenched and the size of my slightly big tummy more visible.
I tried to raise my hand to wipe off my face, but was restricted by something. It took me a while to regain my line of sight, and when I did, I swirly looked down to realize that I was tied to a chair in a sitting position.
"Wake up, beauty," Gabriel said as he walked into the prison, which had been turned into my room, looking neat and charming as ever with his hair gelled to the back.
He noisily dragged the only empty chair in the dungeon that had been placed at the entrance of the prison room before his arrival.
The prison guard, who had splashed the icy water on me, walked out of the prison holding a black bucket in his hand.
My parents had disowned me to save their hard-built reputation ever since I had been accused of cheating on my mate and carrying a bastard in my womb.
Whereas no one knew it was vice versa, I had caught Gabriel, my fiance, and Clara, my childhood best friend, sleeping together after having a romantic dinner, but no one believed my side of the story; it was two words against one.
And speaking of the devil, Clara walked in majestically, wearing a tight, blue, fitted, short gown that hugged her at the right places and showed off her voluptuous figure as she stood next to Gabriel with a sly smile on her face.
My eyes were clouded in jealousy as she rubbed Gabriel's chest seductively, and Gabriel, who was seated a bit far away from me, responded to her advances by licking and kissing her knuckles.
Clara bent down a bit and whispered something into his ear, but I could not concentrate on whatever she wanted to say as my eyelids fluttered due to the excessive stress that I had been through for the past few weeks.
However, Gabriel stood up and suddenly closed the gap between us, then slapped me on my left cheek. I spat out blood due to how hard the slap was, but he didn't stop there.
He slapped me continuously across the face. Was it out of fun, or would I say annoyance? And due to its effect, it chased every fiber of weakness away from my body, and every cell in my body ignited a fire.
I spit on his face and thrashed violently on the chair as my wolf struggled to come out for the first time.
I opened my mouth wide to scream out the pain that I was feeling at that moment, but what came out was unexpected. Loud growls tore out of my mouth and filled the underground prison, sending shivers down the spines of whoever could hear them.
I didn't notice when Clara had left, but what I did notice was that she was no longer in the room because all my attention was focused on Gabriel, who was still frozen in place and surprised by my action for a split second before taking a few steps back away from me for his safety.
The rope that was used to tie me down loosened when I felt my bones cracking and breaking one after the other by some miracle, but the process was so painful that I fell sideways to the floor.
My clothes were torn into pieces with each stretch it went through, and my claws were long, sharp, and black. My body was a bit more hairy than usual.
The tibia and the fibula, which were the bones in my lower legs that were expected to provide stability and support to the rest of the body, seemed to be combining into one.
My toes seemed to be smaller in size, and the process of transformation was more excruciatingly painful than I had imagined; it felt like I was being burned alive in a furnace that was made by the devil.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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