Red-handed.

Marcus pov

A few minutes after the whole drama in the hallway with Rayne and the rest of the pack, I retreated to my pack bedroom in hopes to get some work done but Jenny and Lucas killed that idea. They came bearing a really nice wine bottle and asked that we drink.

I never say no to a nice bottle of wine.

A few gulps from my wine glass and I began to feel dizzy and feverish. My head hurt and so did some joints of my body. Jenny's eyes were the last thing I saw before everything turned black. I felt paralyzed to some extent. I could neither move nor talk. Slowly I felt life leave my body. I was jolted by a knock on my door. I heard footsteps walk inside but I wasn't sure who it was. The person's smell was so tantalizing that instead of focusing on my recovery, I was filling my nostrils with the smell. A few minutes later I felt something cold touch my skin and that was h

Bounded

Chloe's pov

It has been three good days since I met Diana's parents, the Billionaire and his wife. Three days since I was knocked out black on the cold floor. Three days since I met and was deceived by the one person that loathes me most in the whole wide world. Three days since my right as a Canadian citizen was breached.

Despite my entire ordeal, There are a few things I'm grateful to the moon goddess for. Diana's mum was only joking about having me as a meal; I was more than relieved at the revelation, only the relief was short-lived when I found out that I would be spending the rest of my life in a dungeon far away from food and water, I'm going to die a slow painful and dehydrated death as a punishment for trusting and wanting to be friends with the rich. I wasn't the one that approached, yet I was getting punished for it. And neither is it my fault for walking into Diana

Rayne's pov

"I'd rather die than to have your filthy body on me. Ever" I responded haughtily and immediately, Gilbert's eyes darkened in anger as he took a few menacing steps toward me.

"Did you just call me filthy?" Gilbert's voice rang through the packhouse, and immediately I started to regret my brave stance of a few minutes ago. I understood that tone so much. That was the tone he uses whenever he wants to punish me.

"I'm sorr...'' my words were still in my throat when I felt a hard slap hit my face until it stabbed my flesh. And another heavy blow smashed and pain exploded like a bomb of fire all through my brain. I could have sworn, my skin peeled off.

I staggered backward as my vision became blurry with unshed tears. I looked at my executioner, and it was Lucas. Of course, Lucas would never hit me so tenderly. Normally, Gilbert's breath alone sent me flying seven buildings, no

Red-handed.

Marcus pov

A few minutes after the whole drama in the hallway with Rayne and the rest of the pack, I retreated to my pack bedroom in hopes to get some work done but Jenny and Lucas killed that idea. They came bearing a really nice wine bottle and asked that we drink.

I never say no to a nice bottle of wine.

A few gulps from my wine glass and I began to feel dizzy and feverish. My head hurt and so did some joints of my body. Jenny's eyes were the last thing I saw before everything turned black. I felt paralyzed to some extent. I could neither move nor talk. Slowly I felt life leave my body. I was jolted by a knock on my door. I heard footsteps walk inside but I wasn't sure who it was. The person's smell was so tantalizing that instead of focusing on my recovery, I was filling my nostrils with the smell. A few minutes later I felt something cold touch my skin and that was how my life came back. I opened my eyes a little and what I saw melted my heart. Sweet sea-blue eyes 

CHAPTER TEN