Fated By The Moon Goddess

Chapter Two: Destiny Can Be Bad Fate

My arm was covering my face, and I already considered myself dead or badly injured. I heard bones breaking, but there weren’t my bones, so I dropped my arm to see. There were two men throwing punches at the man who was about to attack me—they kept punching until he fell to the ground, dead or passed out. I didn’t care.

I rose to my feet, took careful steps towards them, afraid they might jump at me the way the man on the ground did.

I was about two metres away from them, so I bowed my head a bit, “Thank you for helping me out.” I said, rubbing the arm I fell on.

I didn’t get any response from them. Instead, the eyes of the man with the jet-black hair and hazel eyes were fixed on me, while the other man with the well-trimmed brown hair kept exchanging glances between me and the other man. Honestly, if I were to judge their appearances, I’d say they must be walking models. I had never seen men as good-looking as they were.

“I said thank you,” I waved my right hand in front of the one with the hazel eyes. He blinked at me and cleared his throat.

He moved closer and leaned in towards me, sniffing his nose as if there was a strange smell coming from me. I shifted backward, feeling intimidated by his actions.

While I was trying to slowly get away from him, I lost my footing and started to fall backward. He reached for my hand and grabbed me, pulling me closer to him. Our faces were only a few inches apart, so I could feel his breath on my face.

He closed his eyes, drew in a sharp breath, “Mate,” he growled in a low manner, his hazel eyes turned golden as he opened them.

I staggered backward, removing my hand from his grip. “Mate?” I asked, looking between him and his partner, who remained glued to a particular spot.

“You people aren’t normal either, right? If not, why are your eyes suddenly golden? They were hazel earlier. And did you also growl?” I asked, moving back further with my whole body trembling.

A lot of strange things seemed to be happening around me that day.

The golden-eyed man started walking closer to me, his strides heavy and calculated. I raised my hands to my chest, forming an X sign, hoping that would make him back away. "Don't come closer!" I commanded, but my words fell on deaf ears.

And nothing prepared me for his next action. He lifted me from the ground and threw me over his shoulders.

“Put me down!” I shouted repeatedly, thrashing my legs in the air. But he seemed to be unfazed by my actions.

I stopped thrashing around after exhausting my strength. The other guy was in front, while my kidnapper walked behind him—in fact, they were both my kidnappers. The fact that he didn’t say a word makes him an accomplice.

I noticed I was being let down. The moment my feet touched the ground, I looked at my surroundings and discovered the two SUVs right before us. They were going to kidnap me. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of every bad thing they’d do to me. Could they be human traffickers? Oh my god!

“Let’s calmly talk about this, okay?” I turned, facing the golden-eyed man, whose eyes were now back to normal. Strange, right?

He raised his eyebrows, and I took that as my cue to continue speaking.

“I’m very poor. Even if you kidnap me, you won’t get any ransom from my family—my mother doesn’t care if I die or go missing.” I laughed nervously, feeling hurt at my statement, because I knew how truthful they were. "And, if you aren't trying to get money from my family but trying to sell my body for human trafficking, I'd advise you reconsider that, too. Karma is real." I couldn't believe I had just said karma was real. I knew well, it was bullshit.

“Get in the car,” he said, but it was more like a command.

I looked around again and discovered the other SUV contained about five men. I sighed defeatedly and entered the car reluctantly.

The man with the green eyes and brown hair went over to take the wheel, while the one who carried me sat right beside me.

“Am I getting kidn*pped to be killed, or for human trafficking?” I covered my body with my hands, shaking at the thought of being sold out for s*x. “You can make me do anything but p**********n, okay?” The thought of ending up like my mother terrified me.

Was it that hard for her to settle with a man?

“You are overthinking.” He finally replied, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Am I?" I asked with a bit of sarcasm. “Why don’t you explain this situation to me then?” I leaned towards him, raising my eyebrows. Somehow, one part of me suddenly became less afraid of the man sitting beside me. And I felt drawn to his hazel eyes. Could it be a situation where they say you are falling in love with your abuser? Okay, now I was overthinking.

He shifted in his seat, as if my closeness with him made him uncomfortable. “My name is Dominic, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. And behind the wheel is Jonathan, the Beta, and my best friend. We…”

I erupted in a sarcastic laugh the moment he introduced himself. “My name is Lila, a mermaid from the Pacific, third princess of the mermaid queen.” I stretched forth my hand for a handshake.

Dominic raised his eyebrows in slight anger, while Jonathan gave a short laugh from the driver’s seat.

“You think I’m joking?” he asked, and I could sense a bit of anger from his tone.

“You have no right to be angry. You kidn*pped me first, and now you are telling me you guys are werewolves? Even children in kindergarten know werewolves don’t exist, what do you take me for?” I shot back at him, making my anger very evident in my voice.

“I’m sorry we had to bring you with us in that way. But the situation is more serious than you think. I’ll explain it better when we get to my pack. So before then, I want you to be calm and not be afraid. None of us here will hurt you.” His voice sounded calming and reassuring, but the werewolf bullshit is what I couldn’t accept.

I didn’t reply to him, so I looked out the window instead, wondering how further into the woods we were.

“Little girl, open the door,” he banged on the door again.

I wrapped myself beneath my quilt, shaking in fear, with tears streaming down my face.

“I just want to have some fun with you,” he said, and I could imagine the disgusting face he made while saying that statement.

I felt an arm touching me in bed, it felt so creepy, and I thought the man had managed to enter. I shifted in bed, “Don’t touch me,” I screamed. I felt his hands on me again.

“I said, don’t touch me!” I screamed, my heart beating out of my chest.

“Are you okay?” I heard Dominic’s voice beside me. Then I realized I slept off and had a dream.

“Sorry, I had a bad dream,” I said, apologizing if I had hit him instead of the man in my dream.

He didn’t say anything, but I saw a flash of anger in his eyes before he stepped out of the car. I followed him, and nothing prepared me for the sight before me.

I saw a small werewolf, or a pup as they call them in books, running towards us. My heart doubled its racing pace, and it felt like I’d have an attack at any moment.

The wolf kept running towards us without stopping, wagging its tail, and sticking out its tongue.

The moment it got to us, it jumped, and I let out a shrieking scream.