Chapter 2
1520 Words
Alivia's POV
Tired from running, I paused to catch my breath. No matter how hard I tried to shift to my wolf, it won't work. I felt too weak to shift.
I bent over with my hands resting on my knees as I panted heavily. The footsteps of the men reached my ears and their scent filled the air as I sniffed it in.
“I have to live. The bloodline can't end with me.” My lips muttered as I stood tall and was about to run.
As I took the first step, a foggy daze clouded my eyes, causing me to feel dizzy again.
“This would be the third time I would feel like this today.” I thought within me for a second, trying to shake it off.
My hands shook nervously as I heard their footsteps drew closer, my heart pounded faster, and I couldn't even move an inch.
“Could it be that Veena and Satchel poisoned me? I mean, there was no way Veena wouldn't have known about this.”
To my question, unfortunately, there was none to answer it.
Slowly the fog went away and as I aimed to take the first step, my eyes flitted around frantically, and I realized that I had been surrounded by these men who sought nothing but the living soul in me.
Not only did I lose my sight for some minutes, I also lost my sense of smell?
I could have sworn I smelled their scents from a distance a second ago.
The leader walked closer to me with an ominous giggling, words he hesitated to say etched on his face boldly.
“Is that all you can do?” He questioned with his brows raised, laughing mockingly at me.
With a heavy sigh, I took a step away from him, though I knew I was surrounded. Deep down in my heart, I hoped for a miracle.
Something I have never thought of my entire life. Until now, I never felt so close to death.
If I escape it or not is a question I cannot answer.
“Run, little wolf! Fly and flap your wings, little bird!” He mockingly said with a weird grin.
My head shifted to the men behind me, they paved the way for me.
“What is happening?” Arya asked.
I stared at him for a while, walking slowly backwards. With a swift move, I turned to run, but I felt a sharp pain in my back.
“Ahhh.....” My voice moaned in pain as I struggled to run but fell to my knees.
The man walked to me and crouched, smiling widely.
“I'm certain you would like to know the enemy,” he said, and though I was weak to speak, my face spoke volume. “Your closest person can be your closest enemy!” He chuckled aloud and stood tall while I fell on my back to the ground, wincing in pain.
He pointed the gun at me again and fired at my stomach.
“Hmm….” I cried in pain.
The man and the others took some steps away from me, but one of the men called his attention.
“Don't you think we should make sure she is dead?” He asked the leader.
He turned to him with a cold glaring, causing the other man's gaze to fall to the ground.
“She is bleeding, weak and exhausted in the middle of nowhere, who do you think will save her?” He asked as he smacked the other man's head.
“She's as good as dead...... No! She's dead, boss.” He briskly responded with his eyes cast to the ground.
I laid there in pain while they walked away until they were out of sight.
Not just the pain from the shot, it's nothing compared to the shame, humiliation, and betrayal Satchel had caused me.
To think he seeks to kill me is something I would have never thought about him.
“I guess this is the end of the bloodline, after all.” I huffed softly as I closed my eyes and waited for death.
As simple as it sounded, death can be a hassle.
After what seemed to be a tough journey, I arrived at the point where I have to open those shut eyes again.
I groggily opened my eyes in a small but immaculate and well-furnished room.
“Death is this painless? I guess this is finally the peace I seek for.” I thought aloud while I mesmerized myself in the interior of the room.
Suddenly, the door crept opened and a man, carrying a tray of hot content, walked in.
He looked exactly as what I would describe as an angel; he possessed an otherworldly allure that captivates me. His striking features were defined by chiseled cheekbones, piercing azure, green eyes, his curly hair that feel effortless around his face, adding to his celestial appearance.
“If he's the one who would take us to the final destination, I might as well never wish to be reborn.” I mumbled, but audible enough for him to hear.
“Pardon?” He asked as he dropped the tray on the bedside table.
His voice, smooth and melodic, has the powers to soothe even the most troubled souls.
“How did his get here so fast? I must have zoned out.”
“What?” I snapped out of my wild imagination, smiling widely at him.
He moved closer to me and sat on the bed, but I quickly moved away from him. I can't have myself fall in love again, not especially with an angel.
How would that end for me this time?
But as I moved my body, I felt a sharp pain in my back and in my stomach.
Perhaps, death isn't painful as I thought.
“What do you mean by that?” He asked, but I could only concentrate on how his lips moved, almost drooling.
“Isn't this death?” I questioned in a firm voice, trying to pull myself together.
However, he burst into a loud and mockingly laugh, making me look like a complete fool.
“What is so funny to you?”
“Death? You think you're dead?” He asked in a collected voice with his brows raised but resumed his laughter.
He stopped abruptly and hit my forehead rather gently.
“Ouch…" I winced in pain, gently rubbing my forehead.
“Can I do that if you're dead?” He bellowed in a deep voice, with a serious look that etched his face.
I looked around the room again, my eyes frantically flitting from one corner to the other.
“If this isn't death, then where am i?”
“You're alive, mate.” He smiled softly; his face beamed with a bright smile as though he got the best thing ever.
“Mate?” I stuttered with my brows narrowed, confused.
He placed his right hand on his chest, hitting it gently while he stared soulfully into my eyes.
“Don't you feel it too? The mate bonds? My heart had long yearned to be with you.” He complimented with a smile that didn't last the next second.
While I was still confused and dumbfounded about what he said, he asked, “I scented a mate bond on you when I met you, were you rejected? Who is he? Which pack is he in? What is his family name?” He bombarded me with questions while I drifted away in my own thoughts.
Another mate? How can this be possible?, Didn't Satchel reject me three days ago?, How come I have another mate already?
“What are you thinking about, mate?” He grinned happily as he placed his hand on mine, shaking me back to reality.
“What day is it?” My eyes turned to him sharply and I asked.
Though he looked surprised, he answered the question, “It's 23rd of March today.” He said, a brow raised.
“I have been asleep for a week?” I gasped in shook.
“Eight days, to be precise.”
I hastily got out of the bed. If I'm alive, I have to make him pay, my face smeared with revenge.
He also stood to his feet, “Who is he? I'll make him pay for what he did to you.” He said, I halted and turned to him.
“Who do you think you are? A god who has come to save me? Oh, well, you can save those who need it.” I snapped at him instead and headed for the door.
He, however, sprinted to the door, blocking me from getting out of the room.
“You can't have your revenge, not in this condition.” His voice reached my ears, cold yet filled with care.
“I'll heal up soon,” I said and shoved his out of the way.
My hands glued to the knob as his words reached my ears.
“You're pregnant.”
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