The Rogue's Captive Bride

Chapter Three

Tara screamed as the man who drove them increased the speed of the car, jerking them out of their seats. The werewolves from Tara's pack in hot pursuit.

Drew hadn't noticed that their car was being pursued, he was still driving calmly in front of them. But when he heard Tara's scream, he looked back and saw that their car was speeding dangerously on the road, trying to evade their chasers.

Without hesitating, he parked his car by the side of the road and transformed into a big brown werewolf. And with one powerful jump, he landed on the roof of the car chasing Tara and his men.

Immediately he hit the two men with two powerful blows, knocking them out cold, and forcing the car to veer off the road. Before the car could crash, Drew jumped off their car and returned to his, transforming back to his human form in the process.

Tara was speechless.

All hope was lost. The men whom she thought were coming to save her were badly injured by her killer husband, if not dead after that terrible crash. She was tangled in this mess forever, she thought. The tears were beginning to flow freely now, ruining her makeup.

Soon, they arrived at Drew's house, it was a huge mansion. It had guards crawling around like soldier ants. So Tara knew running away wouldn't be easy, it wouldn’t even be possible. The security around Drew's house looked tight.

As Tara was ushered out of the car by her ‘new friends’, she took a look at Drew who looked unkempt after handling those two men. She wondered why he has decided to make her go through such an ordeal. What was he punishing her for?

Drew didn't even look the way of his new bride, he just marched on into his house like he was being controlled by a remote.

Tara was shown to her room by a maid who looked the same age as her. The room was neatly arranged, but Tara could tell it was previously occupied recently by someone else.

After waving off the maid, Tara decided to make herself at home. She could as well make the best out of her misery, and make herself happy. No one was coming to save her, not even her father.

Removing the gown of pain she wore, Tara took a warm bath and put on some fresh clothes she found in one of the wardrobes in the room. Her stomach was rumbling. Tara couldn't remember the last time she had something to eat.

So she went out of the room, to find something to eat. On her way out, she noticed two guards standing by the door of her room, and she rolled her eyes. Drew was not planning on giving her a break.

She made her way downstairs to find the kitchen. After some minutes of taking a lot of corners, Tara found the kitchen. As she entered, her stomach growled loudly, not caring about the situation she was in. It just wanted to be fed to its full.

Tara opened the refrigerator and scanned the shelves, before selecting a pot of leftover pasta.

Eating brought some form of temporary solace and deep reprieve, but Tara knew she was far from any form of peace.

On her way back to her room, Tara saw a little girl running in the hallway. At first she thought her eyes were playing pranks on her, but they weren't. She tried to follow her, but she ran into one of the rooms.

How did that girl get here? Tara thought. Drew had probably kidn*pped her too, she concluded. And headed back to her room.

She wondered how her father would be feeling right now, she still didn't know how long she's been missing for.

Tara trudged back to her room, with the weight of her thoughts suffocating her. Drew's words echoed, "marry me or you die like your friend did." She shuddered.

Tara noticed her room door was no longer locked as she left it.

Her heart started pounding.

With trembling hands, she pushed the door open. She didn't find anyone in the room. But she heard the sound of someone taking a shower, and also the bed was no longer smooth.

So Tara sat on the bed and waited for the intruder to come out of the bedroom. She didn't know if she should be afraid or angry.

Angry that her room got intruded, or afraid because she is in the house of a murderer, where anything is possible. With this thought, Tara decided to arm herself.

Getting rid of the flowers in a glass vase on the table in the room, Tara took the vase and positioned it over her shoulder. She hid behind the door as she waited for whoever it was to come out of the bathroom.

All of a sudden, the shower stopped, and the sound of water vanished. The person seems to have finished bathing. Tara tightened her grip on the glass vase, she strengthened her stance and prepared to strike, hard.

Slowly, the door of the bathroom opened and a figure emerged.

She looked at bit older than Tara. Without waiting, Tara came out from behind the door, still holding the glass vase over her shoulder, she began to interrogate the intruder.

“Who are you?” Tara asked fearfully, still maintaining her grip on her weapon.

“You're were not planning to hit me with that are you?” The woman asked, with a look of surprise on her face.

“I said who are you?” Tara shouted again with a shaky voice, moving closer to the woman. She wasn't planning to back down and was going to hit her if she had to.

When the woman saw that Tara was ready to strike her, she decided to answer her.

“I'm Drew's wife” she replied.