A sharp prick in my chest wakes me up, I open my eyes slowly. The environment is quite different from the last place I found myself. "Where's this?" I ask myself as I stand up from the soft bed I'm lying. What happened to me? I can't have a full memory of what became of me hours ago, all I can remember is that I was in Aiden's house.

I rise up from the bed, glance around me, everywhere is just so calm, serene and beautiful, the walls are painted white and there's this gold design on them. There is a couch opposite the bed, it's a white leather couch. The floor is red carpeted, the scent is like roses. I feel it's a very wealthy man that has this apartment I'm staying in right now.

I rise up from the bed, I feel a bit weak but I slide into my soft slippers. How come my favorite slippers found its way here? I don't get a clue of what is happening here and right now. The glass door is slightly open, I can see through it, the outside is decorated with green flowery trees and beautifully colored flowers. The exterior seems quite attractive as the interior. I feel the urge to go have a look at it, with the mild rays of the sun shining on it and making the environment look bright and colorful.

I'm a step away from my bed when a handsome youngster, about twenty or so, emerges from the adjoining room with a slight nervousness on his face.

"Hello!" I mutter, he's quite attractive.

"Who are you?" I want to add when he parts his lips slightly.

"My boss asked me to come and check on you." His voice is calm and soft, like a real cool guy. Despite the admiration for him, I feel anger rise up in my chest. Why is his boss asking a guy to come check up on me?

"Who's your boss?" I get the urge to ask. I don't want to take in something I don't have a clue of, I can't accept his statement totally if I don't know who his boss is.

"He's Alpha Aiden." I gasp as he says this, Aiden is the billionaire I'm speculating? I can't just evade being astonished at this point. Where did he get the money from to get such a wonderful place, is it actually his house? I want to force these questions out but words can't come out of my mouth.

"What's your name?" I feel inclined to ask. He's so handsome and I want to get to know more about him. I can observe he's clearly nervous, he's not the flirty type of a guy. He mumbles before he finally spits the answer out.

"George Patrick."

"Wow, that's a nice name." Then I remember that I was in an unfamiliar place. "Where's this place?"

"It's my master's…..It's one of his apartments. This' his personal estate."

"Oh! Why am I here? Where is he?" I bombard him with two questions at the same time. "You fell unconscious, so he took you here. I'm his trusted servant."

"I can't get a full clue of what you're trying to say."

"Let me explain it more. Since I'm Alpha Aiden's closest servant, he told me when he brought you here in his helicopter that you feel unconscious after him, because of the situation at home, finding your sister cohabiting with him. He woke up to find you on the floor, he took you here.

The estate you were before is his official residence as Alpha."

"Ok! I think I'm starting to get what you're saying." Aiden is an Alpha and he's assigned or perhaps inherited the estate I was taken to last night. This place is far better than that place although I came into it at night where I couldn't see clearly.

"I feel uneasy here, can I take a stroll with you?"

"No….My master wouldn't take it kindly with me if he comes and meets me doing what he didn't ask me to do." Here reality strikes deep inside me. I was dealing with a mafia of an Alpha, the person that killed my parents and caught me off from the class of girls with innocence. Hate begins to fly inside him, I frown and look away, folding my arms across my chest. I wish I had nothing to do with him, then the urge of my parents' spirits flashes in my mind. My frown goes deeper into a sinister glare and George shifts back in shock, that determination for revenge comes back into me.

"Where is he now?" I ask with great authority, for seconds he refuses to speak because of fear. "Where is he now?" I repeat.

"He's….he didn't ask me to tell you this." Just as he said this, I hear something like the sound of a helicopter landing on the outside, I walk briskly off to the door to catch a glare of what is going on. A luxury helicopter lands on the center of the field and the door opens. A tall, muscular and agile man steps out, he's wearing a white long sleeve shirt and black trousers with a casual black cover shoe. He turns towards my direction, I hide behind the corner of the door. I don't want him to see me, my eyes are steady on me, right now, I look like someone that is waiting in ambush for another.

He talks to the pilot and another man in the helicopter, then they step out and bring out beautiful parcels, bags and packages from the helicopter. They seem like gift bags purchased from a VIP boutique. What are those for? Who are they for? I ask myself, I can't help being fascinated by

the bags but I can't escape the hate I have for him right now in my heart, I don't how exactly I feel right now but I just want to pick up a rod and land across that head of his now, honestly that's how I feel for a man who sent my parents to their early graves without any justifiable cause.

Aiden leads the way as they bring the packs to the house, he pushes the door so roughly not knowing I'm right behind but in a position that I can't be hurt. I look at him with steady eyes, the shock from his eyes can't be explained.

"You're here?" He lowers his voice to talk but I don't give a dime, I don't respond to his question and he's shocked. He drops the bag he held and walks briskly towards me, cups my cheeks and attempts to kiss me but I push him away, walking aback.

"Don't touch me!" I growl, the yellowish element of my nature as a werewolf reflects in my eyes and he's taken backward. I'm dangerous right now, I don't mind shifting and tearing him apart.

"Chelsey, you still hate me?" He mutters, eyes pale and his lips trembling, a disposition quite unusual for a mafia like him. I blink my eyes angrily, then walk over to the bed where I sit cupping my face with my palms, so annoyed. The incident of five years ago comes playing in my memory, waking up to an excruciating pain, bleeding beneath, not finding my sister on the second floor. Worst of all was going to the ground floor to find my parents' bodies, lifeless and covered with blood. It's the most horrible thing a person can ever experience, talk less of a naive girl as I was then. My mind begins to assume being the CCTV camera that wasn't present, then he comes into the house, shoots my parents dead after some determined threats, or stabs them, assuming. Then he comes up to the last floor where I was stripping me naked and doing with me what I detested the most. I don't know how painful it would have felt if I was awake, he must have injected some drugs into my body causing me to be unconscious. If I can still feel great pain about this incident five years later, I don't know what it would look like if it happened right before me, with my eyes open. I would be dead then.

I refuse to lift my head up. The next thing he orders the two men and George to leave the room, they walk off. "Stay out of here till I ask you to do otherwise." He growls as they are about exiting.

"Yes sir!" They chorus. I become disgusted. What do they see in him to make themselves calling him sir, I thought this' supposed to be a title for a cool guy, a matured and responsible person but here they are calling a murderer sir, it's something so irritating to hear. I breathe out angrily. He attempts to drape his hand over my shoulders but I take it off quickly, standing and walking away, a few inches from him, my back facing him.

"Why didn't you just kill me along with my parents, why did you spare me and let me suffer all these pains?" He walks towards me and places his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes, my hate is drowned with sorrows, I feel weak seeing my parents lying dead. Tears stream

from my eyes and I start mumbling some words on my lips, you can only see me moving my lips but you don't hear what I'm saying, I act like a hallucinated person right now.

"I'm so sorry, Chelsey." He falls to his knees. These words sparks rage inside me and it pulls my hand into a heavy slap on his face, the sorrow fades and revenge lines in my soul. Aiden holds the spot where I slapped him still on his knees, he's quite surprised seeing me do that to him.

He can't believe it from the rigidly fixed way he's staring at me, I cock my head to the left, in an authoritarian style.

"Sorry is so useless now, I wouldn't hesitate to carry out what's in my mind when the time comes."

"What do you mean?" His face grows stern and disgusted, he looks at me like filth but my wolf tells me it's not me he's looking as filth but my words. "How come you say that to me? You know who I am? I have murdered a lot of people who seem like a rival to me in one way or the other…."

"Arrgghh!" Am I dreaming or actually hearing this in reality? He wanted to say more but my shock paused him, I took to my heels attempting to run out of the room, to escape when a strong and firm hand grips me, he jacks me off my feet and throws me to the bed. I'm wearing a skimpy gown, he thrusts his finger past my pants and into my hole.

"If you attempt to run again, I'll fuck you right to paralysis." He laughs out so loud that I shudder. His finger inside me gets me fixed to the spot, I can't move, I close my eyes. I don't know why I should feel this for a great murderer, my worst enemy. He withdraws immediately, then his face which was occupied with anger changes into a tender concern. What a fuck! Does a serial killer has care in him. I fling the thought aside, is it pity I want to feel for this murderer? No, it can't be. I'd be the most foolish person on earth.

"Aiden, return me back to my pack or I'll go there myself, you'd come back one day and not find me."

"Hahahah! You know that's not possible." I narrow my eyes as he says this. He grins slightly. "I'll find you just as I did, and I'll kill you! Hahahah!" The shock accompanying this becomes greater than any other shock I've experienced in my whole life.