Chapter 5: Adrianna
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Thick red liquid trickles down my forehead as a heavy sting gnaws at my side.
“What the heck?” Tyler groans, reaching for his forehead.
My sight blurs as everything seems upside down.
“Who the heck just did that? The bastard came out of nowhere.” Ryler grits about, jabbing his elbow at the seat.
The seat belt holding me cuts loose sending my body crashing forward.
My nose flare as the stench of fuel mixed with metal fills my lungs.
Hell.
“Come on.” Tyler growls, sending his feet into the glass causing it to shatter to pieces.
His growls turns more ferocious as he pushes his body forward, diving out of the car regardless of the shards sticking into his body.
Ryler on the other hand has a smirk pasted on his lips, a mild groan leaving his lips. He sways out of the car with a sadistic smile curving up on his lips.
Barely knowing them I can tell Ryler is more dangerous than Tyler. All smiling, but deadly.
My neck throbs from where they marked me, the sting sharp as a painful groan leaves my throat.
The door to my side is flung open, the metal coming off its edges, Tyler growling with his eyes glowing red.
“Come here.” he barks, gripping my elbows as he hauls me out of the car.
Red liquid marr his feature, trickling down his forehead to give him an unhinged look. Despite how bloodied he looks I can't help but notice his sharp jaw, and pointy nose with those beautiful blue eyes.
“Let's get going. You are not running from us.” Ryler smirks, his eyes twisting as his nose flares up
“Yeah little one, you are coming with us.” Tyler supports, fingers tightening around my arms.
I whince, shoving him so hard a tight groan leaves his lips yet he doesn’t let go.
“I don't want you guys, just leave me alone.” I bark, tears springing down my eyes.
I hate this. I hate how weak he makes me, how scared I have become to live my life.
But, no matter how much I hate it. I have to play by his rules or else they will die.
“Just because you don't want us doesn't mean you get to leave.” Ryler growls, eyes brimming red as a nasty snarl leaves his lips.
“You are ours, and ours alone.” Tyler grits, jaw clenching so hard it's a miracle his teeth are still in place.
“You just don't get it.” I cry out, snot running down my nose alongside the tears pouring out in waves.
“Yes we don't, so you mind explaining it to us?” Tyler barks, his eyes darkening every second.
Ryler reaches out after a beat, his fingers wrapping around my throat as he presses down cutting my air flow.
I claw at his arm as I feel my face going red, all air draining out of my system.
“We don't want to repeat ourselves again. Now we will head to the pack, and you will follow or else when we find you.
I will personally rip you piece by piece so much so that your body will be unrecognisable so be warned.” Ryler threatens, his breath fanning my face as his fingers slowly loosen after I shake my head.
I knew it.
He is more dangerous, and I am in big trouble.
We arrive at the pack house after more than two hours of running.
The place is huge, a mansion of about five storey or more. My eyes scan around the big living room taking in the different colours of furniture all places in different manners.
“This is the pack house general living room, we have ours up stairs.” Tyler spits even before I ask, butterflies erupts in my belly tingling so much.
I can't accept any mate bond or feelings towards them because I have to escape no matter what.
“Let's take you up to rest, tomorrow we will introduce you to the pack.” Ryler says, his lips stretched into a charming smile as if he didn't almost kill merely hours ago.
“Welcome Alphas.”
“Good evening Alphas.”
“Looking good Alphas.”
The people greet as we move past the vast area, maids littered everywhere in cleaning, and helping to keep the country great.
“Alphas you are back!!” a shrill voice exclaims as a dainty body barrels into Tyler.
My eyes widen as the said person who is a lady turns, and presses her lips on Tyler's right in my presence.
What the hell?
“Mirabelle stop it.” he growls, slowly tugging her away.
Her lips pull into a pout, her blonde wavy curls swings as she folds her arms under her chest.
“Why not?” she barks, pushing the tendrils of her hair out of her face.
“Because we found our mate now so back off.” he growls, grabbing my arms as he pushes past her Ryler following behind.
Were they a thing?
I turn back only to see her glaring so hard at me before her lips slowly curves into a giant smirk.
It gives me the creeps that have me asking. Who the hell is she?
“Here is your room. Under no circumstances are you allowed to leave.” Tyler snaps, eyes raking down my body as he turns towards the door.
“We have some Alpha duties to take care of.” he says then he is out the door before I can even open my lips.
I turn around to take in my so called room, the room is painted in grey, and black. Two shady color yet they match so well.
The bed is black alongside the sheets while the headboard, and drawers are grey. To the left there is a grey couch, but aside that the room is basically empty.
Good then.
I take a quick shower before crashing in the bed, falling into a peaceful slumber.
Knock, knock.
A throaty groan leaves my throat as I rise up, slowly trudging towards the door. I snag it open ready to lash out when my words are cut off as a sharp blade swings across my throat.
My hand flies to my throat as blood spurts out, eyes widening as I stumble backward.
“Miss me?”
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