Chapter 6 Avoiding Him
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As expected, in the day's news headlines, the accident on the Brooklyn Bridge was only briefly mentioned as a common traffic mishap, with victims already receiving treatment and compensation. It took less than a minute to read through the report.
Alanna tossed her phone into her backpack and sighed. The more simplistic the report, the greater the complications that followed. Blackstone Group would definitely scrutinize every detail on the bridge at that time, and her identity would inevitably be exposed. Fortunately, her public persona was nothing more than a student at Columbia University, and not just any student, but a top achiever who scored As in every subject.
Alanna shrugged carelessly. Why couldn't a top student racing on a motorcycle in the middle of the night? What was so strange about that? Struggling to get a better grade was always stressful, and racing might help her relax!
"Oh, no! f**k!" the next moment, Alanna couldn't help but curse aloud. Her thoughts had been slowed by a sleepless night, and she had almost forgotten about the most important thing.
Her motorcycle, her precious treasure, the one she spent a fortune assembling, was now ruined!
She quickly reached for the bathroom door handle, hoping that perhaps Megan, Alanna's mentor in the Hunters’ Organization, had already retrieved it for her. After all, Megan was always so reliable. Thus, Alanna decided to check in with her.
But the next moment, the bathroom door seemed to have turned into a gateway to another world, and Alanna suddenly plunged into a dark, damp place!
Surrounded by swirling heat, she felt weak and tingly, with a warm sensation spreading across her shoulder as if a giant hand was gently resting there. The heat slowly moved along her collarbone and chest, creating a strange warmth that built up in her lower abdomen. Wait! Something was wrong!
Alanna's eyes were wide open, or maybe she thought they were, but it was so dark. The hot hand seemed to ignite her skin, reminding her of the recently dissipated desire. Her legs felt weak, barely able to support her. Then, she sensed that her legs had been separated, and something was teasingly pressing against her core.
"Where are you?"
A question abruptly invaded her mind as if someone else's voice had been mixed with her consciousness.
"What is this place? Answer me, good girl."
A more intense wave of desire accompanied the words, threatening to overwhelm Alanna's will with a maddening ecstasy.
"I... Ugh!"
Alanna arched her back involuntarily. Her juice of pleasure surged from her secret garden as if someone was summoning her, inviting her into a wild yet pleasant chaos.
She then stepped back and suddenly felt something cold and challenging.
It was a sink!
For a brief moment, clarity returned. She realized she was still in the bathroom, but why was her mind so foggy?
Then, realization dawned on her. The initial warmth on her shoulder came from where that powerful werewolf Quinn had bitten her!
How despicable! Alanna bit her lip hard. Quinn must be using this mark to locate her, but this method was too much!
She forced herself to turn on the faucet, hoping the cold water would counteract the heat, but she accidentally turned on the hot water instead.
The scalding water splashed onto her hand, the pain snapping her back to reality, and the darkness around her cleared like a dissipating fog.
So, it seemed that enough external stimulus could break this telepathic connection.
Alanna sighed in relief, shutting off the hot water and switching to cold to soothe her scalded hand.
Damn it! She now had one more grievance against Quinn!
This was a completely new experience for her. She had never heard of a powerful werewolf being able to cause such mental interference to its prey. Alanna pulled out her phone, resuming her train of thought.
She needed to ask Megan about this as soon as possible.
*****
Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa on the outskirts of the city, an oppressive atmosphere lingered.
"Interesting... She actually managed to break free so swiftly." Quinn rubbed his throbbing temples, still feeling the lingering pain when the hot water scalded his hands.
This feeling wasn’t anything pleasant, though the sensation before that had been utterly satisfying.
Just then, the butler, Bond, knocked on the door and reported, "Mr. Ryder, they’re here."
“Let them in.” Quinn opened his eyes, which instantly became sharp.
The man and woman, both dressed in high-end business suits, entered the room. The man was named Jones, and the woman was Emma. They were both Quinn’s reliable assistants, but when he had been attacked yesterday, neither of them had stayed by his side as if they had made a deal.
They both knew why Quinn had summoned them. So, after entering the room, they both instinctively bowed their heads and said nothing.
Quinn sat on a spacious sofa, loosely wearing a bathrobe. In fact, he seemed rather fine, except for his icy eyes and the various wounds on his body.
Quinn turned to his assistants, whom he had trusted for many years. Well, at least until yesterday.
"Good. It's time for my medication," Quinn said, his tone the same as usual.
But his next question made the assistants turn pale in an instant.
"Which of these two potions should I drink?" Quinn leaned back on the sofa, appearing relaxed.
Jones and Emma suddenly looked up.
Only then did they notice the two identical cups of light blue liquid on the coffee table.
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