A WEREWOLF AND AN EX CONVICT

A DO OVER FOR ALL MY SINS

BELLA FROST’S POV~

He grabbed me roughly by my shirt and raised me to meet his hateful glare, “who let my father’s murderer into my foundation!” he thundered before tossing me to the ground.

I quickly gathered myself. It's been nothing but trouble since I got out, but I won't let this bastard accuse me of a murder I can't remember committing.

He tried to grab me again but I hit his hand away.

“I'm not here because I want to, and if I knew the foundation I was working off my sentence was yours I would have enlisted to fight the North Koreans instead” I retorted.

“Spare me that garbage, are you here to finish the job? Did that bastard Blackfur send you to finish the job!” he growled, his eyes fiery red as his claws started to transform in broad daylight.

He was on edge, his skin above his brows curved into displeasing wrinkles as he stared murderously at me.

I realized that Victor Harrison the Third was the Alpha lord the men were discussing.

“I want you out of here, do you hear me, I don't want to see you ever again, you disgust me and I will kill you the next time I see you” he threatened aggressively before his claws retracted back to human form.

“Unfortunately I can't do that, court mandates I remain here the rest of my sentence” I stated before moving past him.

He pulled me back to him and as I tried to yank his grip away from my arm, our eyes met in a fleeting moment before I looked away.

“I am your Alpha!, you will…..”

“Not in Oakfield City you are not, here you are just the salty bastard who put me in prison and I will regard you as such but don't worry, you won't have to worry about seeing me in your magical fell wood forest, I'd rather die than go back”

With that I pulled myself away from him and stormed off, I didn't care about clocking out anymore, damn the consequences, let them take me back to prison because there’s no way in hell I'm breathing the same air with this evil man.

The air outside felt relieving, i took a long hard breath and released all my stress out into the universe, else it would eat me up.

I heard Christy and 2 eyes calling for me from the other side of the road and I waved at them.

“Bella, what happened? You never came back? What..”

“I saw him” I started, “who?” 2 eyes inquired further.

“The bastard who put me in prison, Victor Harrison, you guys have to be careful, this is no ordinary foundation, werewolves are working here, and it belongs to Victor, he is the Alphalord of Fellwood forest”

They both gasped, “Oh Bella, this is crazier than I thought!” Christy lamented, and I nodded swiftly.

“Something is going on here and I want no part of it, and I suggest you get the hell out and fast” I continued.

“Nope!” 2 eyes exclaimed, Christy and I turned to her, “What do you mean nope, did you not hear her? There are werewolves here” Christy retorted.

“Look I'm not going back to prison, I'd rather get torn apart by whatever it is you are scared of Bella, I'm finally free, and so are you! We just need a drink eh, to calm all our nerves what do you say” 2 eyes replied in a smut tone.

I sighed and shook my head, “she’s going to get us all killed Christy”

2 Eyes was a peculiar character, she had gotten her name as a child, a funny story I'd share later, right now a drink wasn't a bad idea.

“Fine drink it is, but just one,” I said.

2 eyes grinned excitedly, “And maybe finally get you laid, it's been ages, babe”

“Not happening 2 eyes, and don't even dare set me up with anyone, I'll kill you”

She raised her hand in surrender, “Fine fine”

A few minutes later we were in the bar downtown, it was crowded, and it wasn't exactly my scene but I needed to bury my head in drink and forget I ever met this man who ruined and took away 4 years of my life.

The barman soon dropped a glass in front of me, and the brown liquor swirled amidst the ice.

Memories of my childhood home came rolling back, beautiful memories with my father in frost manor, before he died and his cousin James married mom, had cyla and everything went to s**t.

The radio sound was interrupted and a man’s voice followed.

“Hey everyone the secret scoop is on!” someone yelled from behind me.

“Do I have everyone’s attention now? The last time I dropped the names of the sleazebags who raped poor emily baxter and im glad she has had her justice.

Now let's move to juicier topics about our favorite lovebirds, Oakfield’s own Vsquare, Victor Harrison and his rumored lover Valerie Ashbourne, information getting to me says both may be related, but there is info coming from someone who knows his childhood home, somewhere no one can seem to locate, that there’s a bit of tension back home.

It seems VSquare might be breaking up, sorry fans” the host started before laughing loudly.

“Until next time, I remain your host hot hush and you are listening to secret scoop, ratting one asshole at a time” With that the radio started playing a different tune.

I was confused, how could Victor be involved with a human? He knows damn well it's against pack rules.

Rules his usurper Grandfather set.

“What the hell was that?” I asked in a low tone, I'd drunk my glass halfway and my head had started to spin, I knew I was a light head but I needed this glass.

“That's Secret Scoop, the biggest gossip site in town, totally anonymous too, no one seems to know who is behind it” a voice replied beside me.

I turned and it was a man, he wore a hat and he bent low. I could see he had thick beards, a mix of gray in it.

He turned and smiled at me, “You must be new in town if you don't know about Hot Hush and his secret scoop” he said, I nodded, “something like that” I replied before gulping down the rest of my glass.

I gestured to the barman for a refill

“Easy there, maybe you have had enough” he muttered, I scoffed and waved him off, “don't tell me what to do, I'm just getting started” I replied rudely.

He laughed heartily, “Well then do you mind if I drink with you, it's kind of a messed up night for me too” he mentioned, I shrugged, “Don't care” I replied, but it seemed that interested him.

He took off his hat and I saw him clearly, though drunk I could see he was a very handsome older man.

He had well chiseled jawline with his short trimmed beard, a mix of grey and black.

“Aren't you too old to be here?” I asked in a drunken tone.

“Aren't you too young to be here?” he retorted.

I nodded “Fair enough, tell me more, what’s the latest in town”

We spoke for a long time, I'd never met a conversationalist before, every topic we discussed interested me and I found myself oddly attracted to this man.

I leaned over and kissed him, “Are you su…”

I didn't let him finish, my tongue was already buried in his mouth and soon we had found our way out of the bar and into his warm bed.

By morning when I woke up, he was gone, and I was naked and sprawled on the bed like a hooker waiting for her fee.

Felt stupid for listening to 2 eyes when I got out of bed, I saw a note on the table addressed to me.

All it said was ‘It was great, thanks’ That’s it? I don't even know his name!

Shame engulfed me. I left the apartment in a fit of rage, with no change to get a ride. I started my walk of shame back to town.

As I walked on my legs grew tired and that’s when I noticed I had been followed by a black van.

I started to move swiftly, but I wasn't fast enough! It caught up to me and before I knew it I'd been hurled into the dark van, my eyes quickly covered and hand bound.

A cloth had been placed over my nose and in seconds I was unconscious, the last thing I felt was the van moving.

Heading to God knows where!