Slaves of Unforgotten Past

UNCONSCIOUS

CHAPTER THREE

A few moments before the bomb exploded, time unexplainably stopped. Everything around pauses and remains in its place.

However, out of the blue, there was a thick mist below the clouds that turned the place undeniably dark. It covers the sparkling stars and moon above.

Moreover, the people, even Cassandra who was on the brink of her death, froze in her place.

If you took a closer look at Cassandra's face, she was covered with tears and some of her dropped tears were floating in the air. Her eyes were closed, yet her face was reflecting her emotion; full of regret and hatred.

Moreover, the bomb that was placed inside the car stopped ticking, and the others who wished to witness Cassandra’s miserable death remained in their position as well, like a statue. Their breathing stopped; the air surrounding them stopped.

The grass even stopped moving and the dust particles that were surrounding the area are now vividly seen.

The leaves that fell from the trees stopped as well and they remained in the air.

Furthermore, after a few moments, the dark mist gradually disappeared and suddenly the scene became so magical that night, the moon shone as bright as red and yellow, and it was surrounded by a colorful-bright halo.

It was so majestic and enchanting but sad to say that no one was able to witness that moment.

No one, but the two people wearing all black, like grim reapers were able to see it all.

But they were not there to savor and be enchanted by the once-in-a-lifetime scene but to fetch what they had to fetch.

“I’m sorry, it took us a while to find you, Your Majesty,” The old man said.

His hair was all white, even his mustache was white. His skin was pale like there were no traces of blood flowing in his veins. His eyes were bright red like rubies, it was tantalizing.

The old man then motioned his companion to open the car door and the young man nodded without a second thought. He then walked immediately yet quietly towards the car door.

He bends his body and gently picks Cassandra out of that dangerous car.

"Please be careful, you know what she has been through. Due to our delay, our majesty has been tortured and mistreated," the old man said in a soft and mellow tone. His face was showing a hint of sadness and sorrow.

"I understand," the young man replied as he dotingly looked at the unconscious woman's face.

After getting what they wanted, the two mysterious guys disappeared.

They disappeared without any traces.

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything went back to normal.

The bomb inside the car is continuously ticking. The time dropped to zero and the bomb exploded.

When the car exploded, only one person felt so much pain, it was the man who loved Cassandra deeply.

His tears immediately flowed down his cheeks but no one there noticed it.

Even he didn't notice it.

Moreover, neither of them, in the scene, even noticed that there was no person inside the car.

Everyone thought and believed that Cassandra was gone.

Amanda and Salima's lips arched into a wide smile. Salima's heart felt secure now knowing that the woman whom she believed was her rival in love with his mate Drake was now dead.

Salima thought that Drake loved Cassandra because every time they hurt or were planning to hurt her, he was there to save Cassandra.

She looked at Drake yet the man looked emotionless. She wondered what was running inside Drake's mind.

On the other hand, Amanda smiled as well, she thought she succeeded and now, no one could dig into the past and no one could take the power she was supposed to have; the title of "Luna" of Troy's pack.

Moving forward, Cassandra, who was taken by the two strange men, was still unconscious.

Though her body was seemingly lifeless, her mind was still active and full of Troy.

Earlier, inside the exploding car, before she lost consciousness, she kept reminding herself to seek revenge on the people who caused her insufferable pain but when she was on the brink of her death, she wiped off the idea because she knew that it was impossible to hold grudges toward the man whom she deeply loves.

Moreover, at that very moment, even after she passed out, her mind was just remembering those happy moments she had with Troy, starting from the day they first met. 

Though she was unconscious, having those memories running in her mind, her lips undoubtedly curved into a beautiful and genuine smile.

Flashback: Cassandra and Troy’s college days in human territory. 

Cassandra's POV

"It's good to be back,"

My heart is so happy knowing that I can be with the people I love again. Those days away from them made my heart feel lonesome.

And yes, as the passenger exit door opened, the breeze made me feel more at home.

I gracefully took a step on the plane's stairways, imagining I was a runaway model. 

Only a few people were there at the airport since the security was too tight.

As soon as my feet reached the ground, I took my sunglasses out of my purse and elegantly put them on to cover my eyes.

'It is better to be prepared,' I thought.

After a few minutes, and as expected, as soon as our team exited the airport, media and magazine publishers who were working in the fashion industry surrounded our team and wanted to interview us, especially me, about our success in winning the "Best Designer's Award" in Milan. 

Those months were the overwhelming months of my life. Never did I imagine myself participating in that prestigious event. 

I could never picture myself standing along with other outstanding university student designers.

Showcasing our talents and being able to show off our unique and handmade designs to the world, most particularly, in front of the most famous designers of all time; our idols, brought me to cloud nine.

It was indeed a dream come true on my part to be able to meet my idols and hold their soft and majestic hands.

And most importantly, winning first place is a huge blessing and is already a milestone in my career as a fashion designer. 

I know, deep inside, that winning first place will open more opportunities.

As I recalled that once-in-a-lifetime moment, my heart exuded a bountiful amount of happy hormones that made me feel the butterflies bringing electricity inside my stomach.

I could feel my cheeks blush.

Moving forward, though I am wearing sunglasses, my eyes still get hurt by the sudden flashes of camera lights. I couldn't help but blink. Jeez! Gladly, I wore my glasses today.

Thankfully, I followed the advice written in the blog post I read on my favorite website.

So, now you know why I wear these sunglasses. It is for me to avoid getting bad pictures. It will take forever for people to forget you have a bad face. And for sure, I'm not boasting or what, okay… I know that my face will be the cover face of today's news in fashion blogs and magazines.

Suddenly, a microphone was placed in front of my face.

"Miss. Taylor, what inspires you to make a wedding dress with a "wolf" design?" 

As I heard the interviewer's question, I smiled inwardly. I was actually expecting this question and I have been rehearsing non-stop in my head for my answer.

I put on a sweet smile before answering the gorgeous woman in front of me.

"I'm actually a big fan of fictional characters, especially wolves. I love them so much. And if those wolves are watching me right now, I do hope they are proud of me. I love them… deeply," I said.

They smiled at me.

"I also know a person who loves wolves as much as I do, and I dedicated that masterpiece to him. And yes, that's why I came up with the idea of using it as my inspiration," I added.

Smiles were pasted again on their faces.

"Were you referring to your boyfriend?" Another interviewer asked me.

I nodded with a smile as an answer.

"Will you be wearing it on your wedding day?" Another fashion enthusiast asks me.

Wedding?

I don't know if Troy wants to marry me.

"No," I said.

Inwardly, I felt sad because I was not sure if I would be married as well.

"Why?" They asked.

"I want someone else to design and make my wedding dress," I replied.

Then another microphone was placed in front of me. Suddenly, a woman in her thirties asked me a question, which I was not prepared for.

"Miss Taylor, did your first draft not look like the one that has been used by your counterpart? Rumors have been circulated that your previous design has been plagiarized by one of the contestants. Or was it you who was plagiarizing her work?!"

I paused for a moment and the smile on my face vanished gradually.

My tone becomes soft yet firm.

"The design she used in the event was originally hers. It was not mine and also… plagiarizing is not my thing and it will never ever be my thing. I was born and raised as a unique, talented, and intelligent queen, not a copycat," I answered.

"Oh?" 

I have had enough of this interview stuff as I am in a hurry to go to my school as I missed my soon-to-be husband. 

We haven't contacted each other within those months, and we need to catch up with each other. 

There are a lot of things I wanted to share with him. 

It's been a while since I left my country to participate in that prestigious universal event. 

I excused myself from the media politely and thankfully they let me go without a hassle. Now, I was able to head peacefully back to the campus where I could finally see the handsomeness of my fiancé. 

A few months from now, we will graduate from this school and soon will be making our own family.  Together, we decided to follow our dreams.

I couldn't stop the excitement I felt just by imagining it. 

When the school's service arrived at the campus, I immediately escaped from being surrounded by a crowd and ran to another entrance gate located at the back of our school. 

My team planned to accept the acknowledgment from our school in the dean's office, but I could not wait any longer. 

I missed him. I missed my one and only, Troy.

I missed my soon-to-be husband. 

I was so happy, as usual, the way from the back entrance wasn't crowded and so peaceful. 

My mind was full of Troy, and I couldn't help but smile as I took a few more steps heading to him at our favorite hiding spot. 

Beforehand, Troy messaged me to look for him in our secret place. 

My mouth instantly grinned widely as I saw him standing handsomely like a Greek god near the tree. 

The image that I'm seeing right now would indeed make everyone jealous as he looked like the handsome man who went out from a comic to meet his darling. 

Ugh! Jeez! I'm so in love with him! 

I am tiptoeing as I walk toward my man, slowly. 

I wanted to surprise him. 

I couldn't help but giggle since it would only take three more steps to reach him but suddenly the extremely hopeful feeling of me successfully surprising him went in vain as he suddenly looked back, giving his warm smile. 

I gulped. Jeez. I was found but no worries. 

"Surprise!"  I jumped into his broad chest and enveloped him with my warm embrace. 

He was standing still for a minute before he escaped from my embrace. 

He looked at me. Well, just to let you know, his thick brows together with his captivating sparkling eyes could certainly… could…certainly… make your bottom part wet. 

Looking at his seemingly wet kissable lips already gives me ecstasy. 

I could no longer hold the warm feeling inside me and immediately kissed him on the lips. 

I know I may sound like a horny woman but swear, I have never been like this to any other man aside from Troy in my entire human life. 

Before my lips could reach into his, I closed my eyes as I was ashamed to admit that I was the one who took the initiative to kiss him. 

Our lips touched each other and for a few minutes, our tongues were playing and enjoying each other's company. 

Our tongues were like busy swords seductively fighting each other. 

Jeez. I don't know how to put that into words, but you go ahead and imagine it like that.

Well anyway, my hands were gripping tightly to Troy's clothes and his hands were holding my head, making him more comfortable in our kiss.

Jeez! I'm running out of breath. 

It was indeed a deep and passionate kiss but sad to say it ended up so quickly, as we both ran out of breath. 

Ugh! Does someone have a tip on how to make kissing scenes longer? As you know, is there a way that I could breathe while giving deep kisses to my boyfriend?

His forehead rests on mine as we are still busy catching our breath. 

I smiled as he caressed my face with his warm and soft hands. He was so sweet. 

"I miss you," he whispered.

His words were like electricity, making me fully recharged. 

I smiled widely as I heard his heartwarming words, his eyes were captivating, and his lips were tempting.

"I miss you too," I replied.