The Lycan King Chosen Stripper

Chapter Three

Zara's POV

"I'll be back for you little birdy. You just wait for me. I am going to get you out of the Abyss. I'm already making preparations for your little cage. Don't you forget, I'm the only one who can lay hands on you, hold you, and kiss you too, because you belong to me and me only? Eliza, until I return, be a nice little Birdy, or I might just end up punishing you.

He had returned. Fear crept into my guts after reading the last love letter from a man whose face I had never seen. These letters began about three years ago. I had forgotten how many times I had to change my residence because of an unknown person.

He would send them at least three times a week, along with a dead animal in a cage. It could be a bird or butterfly. It was like he was trying to tell me that my fate would be like that of a bird, if I dared to do something with another man.

I felt relieved when he stopped sending the letters about three months ago, when I was fed up and informed Lucas about it.

Lucas went as far as hiring a bodyguard to take me to and fro from the house, just to ensure I was safe. Recently, I stopped asking for the bodyguard's help because I thought the stalker had gotten tired already.

I felt it was safe, but he had returned.

This unknown man made sure that the letters had become a part of me, as they were everywhere I went. Whether my dressing room or the doorstep of my house. They were always there.

But, I found the letter in the strangest place on this particular night. As the best dancer in the club, I had my own changing room. I opened the door to find the letter lying on the floor.

I was stunned, almost having a heart attack. Lucas had assured me that I was the only one with a key to the room. I know he didn't lie to me. Whoever this unknown person was, he had access to anywhere, including inside the club. I didn't know what scared me the most; the arrival of the Lycan king or the stalker. The thought of both made me shiver.

But, I bore an expressionless face. I took a deep breath, squeezed the letter and was about to trash it. Yet, I stopped myself, I needed evidence and this was the only letter I could use. It was different from the other letters I had received, because it was handwritten and not printed like the rest.

I changed into black jeans and a black hoodie. Covering my face, I left the club through the backdoor. I walked alone back to my house.

I found it strange that there was no security outside the club.

I reached into my bag, clinging on to my taser, picking up a faster pace. It was barely ten minutes into my walk when I felt someone walking behind me. I turned around quickly, but there was no one there. I could swear that someone was following me. I doubled my speed.