“To save Wendy.” She swallowed in her shaky breath. Her eyes looked dizzy. “She’s the reason I’m here, and not because of my son. I didn’t come here to take him away. I came here to protect Wendy from you.”
Her son? She had a son from Sihwa?
“I didn’t know you had those little feisty thoughts in your head that you could take my son away from me if you wanted to.”
“I didn’t come here to challenge you.”
“Seems like it, little wolf. What happened to the assassin that I raised to stick by my side? You’ve reduced yourself to a puppy for freedom. How shameless!” His hair got longer down to his waist and straightened itself. When he turned his attention to us, his eyes were darker than purple.
He was too perfect, and that’s what scares me the most. Those gazes on me were enough to pull me down to my feet.
A short maid carried his black clothing and handed it over to him with her knees on the floor.
“Thank you, Dwarf.” He took it from her and wore his black overcoat on himself and pulled out his long hair, which changed into black, to stay in its place.
He strolled over to Chelsea. The silent echoes of his footsteps pounded my heart. He squatted before her and forcefully pulled her hair backward for her face to face him upwards.
He leaned on the top of her forehead. “I miss you so fucking much.” He whispered and slid his long pink tongue from her chin to her lips. “But I miss Wendy more. You are the mother of my child doesn’t mean you are anything special. You are fucking welcome.”
“Sihwa, the elders of the clan have gathered. They are waiting for you to arrive at the gathering.”
A guard in his black attire arrived.
Sihwa cupped Chelsea’s face with both hands and softly kissed her lips before pulling away and calmly said, “It would be nice to have you in my bed again.” He grabbed her right hand and pierced her out of nowhere in the center of her hand with a dagger.
I gasped.
Chelsea screamed, wanting to shake so much when Sihwa clenched her neck, using his other hand to put her in place.
“That’s for messing up with me, little wolf.” He stood up and followed the young guard in a dark suit, who came to relay his message to his alpha.
“Where is the meeting being held?”
“At the East, Alpha.” He responded.
“Lead the way and hand me over a napkin to wipe off this dirt from my hands.”
“Yes, Alpha.” He bowed and led the way for Sihwa out of the living room.
“Woah! Woah!” A strange Alpha exclaimed as he got into the living room. “There’s blood everywhere.” He strolled in and looked in our direction. “Who the fuck are you guys?”
“C…chr…Chris.” Chelsea raised her shaky hand to him in tears.
Chris. His name was Chris?
His piercing golden eyes widened. “Star?”
“Yes, Chris. It’s me.” Chelsea’s eyes closed and blacked out.
“CHELSEA.” Larcade and I ran over to her.
~WENDY~
My dreams have been nothing but a nightmare. I had finally come to take Sihwa out of the way and make him pay for the pain he had caused me.
At least, that’s what I thought, and that was the plan.
But the situation has skyrocketed. It wouldn’t be easy to kill Sihwa like I thought it would.
There was so much to know enough to take him out.
Sihwa Grimwolf.
There was so much about him I needed to know. The answers to the mysteries he knows about me. He knows so much about my father and my bloodline.
How did I meet this monster? What kind of relationship did I have with him to make him know so much about me and erase my memories, too?
He was the reason I barely remembered any physical contact with him but flashbacks.
How did Aiden die? Why did he kill him? His siblings. My parents and my grandfather.
Why did he take over the pack and why wouldn’t none of the alphas let go of me and keep hanging onto me? Why is everyone terrified of Sihwa? These were the similar questions that I asked my grandfather four years ago. He promised to explain things to me as soon as our lives got quiet, but he never did.
I think there was something he was protecting me from. He didn’t want me to know, but there was. I can feel it and because I didn’t want him to get so worried about me, I kept things hidden from him and how I suffered from the bond every single day because of my mates.
After I left four years ago, I couldn’t tell my grandfather the mess I was going through because of the bond between my mates. I suffered so much because I stayed distant from my mates.
When I sleep at night. I hear a voice. A deep soothing voice inside my head.
It feels nice to hear a voice inside my head because it keeps me warm even though I didn’t know where the voice came from.
However, when the voice increases and asks me a question and gets a little aggressive. I feel cold chills rushing through my body and my heart pounded fearfully at that voice.
‘How did you escape from me, Wendy Nightshade?’
“Leave me alone.” I would cry out hearing the voice of Sihwa in my head.
My head would produce a sharp pain as I struggle in my sleep.
‘You can’t fuck escape from me, Wendy? No one is enough for you, except me.’
I would scream out at the splatter of blood on me and jerk out of my bed in fright, in a cold sweat.
When I got out of my bed, my blood soaked my pink nightwear and the white sheets on my bed turned bright red.
My wolf would wiggle inside me, making me stumble to the floor in my sweats and pain. My body felt electrified by whatever was happening to me. I had no clue. It shook me terribly. I felt blood dripping out of my vagina and my hands wrapped around my neck.
I wanted to kill myself, but I wasn’t in control of my hands around my neck.
My hands moved themselves as if someone was remotely controlling them.
The bond worsened when blobs of blood came out of my vagina with an enormous force.
The painful stretch inside my body. My organs felt like it was on fire.
The longing to go meet Sihwa to stop this pain boiling in me and meet up with the rest of my mates grew with each passing day.
The desire to mate with them and let them fuck the shit out of me thrilled me and made me excited when I hated the thoughts of it.
The most important of all was Sihwa. There’s this longing I feel for Sihwa. Like he is my everything. Like I can’t live without him. I need his permission to breathe.
That’s how I mostly feel about him.
The Obsession to be his and stay at his command to lick up his feet disturbs me. It’s almost like I could give up my life for him. And such feelings ruin lives. That’s why I want to kill him.