Chapter 7

• Riek’s POV
• "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." Conri 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.
• Conri 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.
• "Riek , 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 it was 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 became disgusted. What do they see in him to make themselves call 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.