𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒💨❕

#CHAPTER 4💖

THERE MIGHT BE A FEW MISTAKES. I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU GUYS POINTED THEM TO ME. THANK YOU.

LET'S BEGIN!!.

We were in the club, and my friends had already found their theoretical prey, whom they seemed to enjoy. I had already deduced that they were all trying to leave with their prey. Another man appeared beside me with dark brown eyes, smelling strange, and with pine forest, enchanting for some but not for me.

He flirts with technique, telling a woman what she wants to hear with the usual complement and antipathy he has seen me alone even though my friends were beside me the entire time. I even let him brush up against my arm. When he asks questions, I keep talking while pretending to smile.

In a split second, he places his hand on my thighs. I was about to move his hand when someone else did it for him. "How dare you touch what is mine?"

Alpha King Tory slid me off the chair and away from the man, his hand on my back. I didn't even look at him, but I was filled with rage inside. He has an intoxicating aroma that makes me want to turn around and breathe in his scent. I snatch his hand away, avoiding the men's gaze, and make my way to the restroom. I didn't get there. I was pulled again, this time with much more force, and my purse slipped from my grasp. He drew me to the door, and we went outside. Tory spun me around outside. He appeared upset, and I secretly enjoyed it. "What?"

"What exactly was it?"

"What are you on about?"

"How could you have let another man touch you?"

"I was simply having a conversation with the man."

His jaw twitched, his eyes as bright as the sun itself. "Is it just talking? He had his hand on you."

"And? That has absolutely nothing to do with you. I let him touch me, and if you hadn't stepped in, I probably would have let him do more."

His nostrils flared, and his eyes darted around my face, looking for any sign that I meant what I said. "You wouldn't have done it."

"You don't know that," I said. And before I knew it, I was past the club. Tory enticed me away from the club and into an outside restroom a block away. He shoved me against the brick wall. Because of the void cold from the air, my hair brushes up against my neck. The wall was cold, but the heat on my front was enough to melt it away, the heat from Tory's body pressing against me. his lips against my neck

"You'd have let him kiss you? right here?"

I didn't respond, my hand pulling his jacket off, and I faintly heard it fall to the floor, neither of us caring in the least. Tory continues to press against my neck, leaving me sniffing for air. He slowly pulls away, his hand sliding up to my neck to look at me. "Please answer me."

"No," I say quietly. He kisses me passionately and possessively. Tory's kisses were as sensual and seductive as the sun, and I touched him despite knowing that he would eventually burn me. I let it happen, my emotions out of control, my mind on him. Only Him. It was heated, infuriating, and all of his emotions twisted into such lust that I became dizzy. Tory's lips were hovering over mine as he chuckled deeply. "Bella, I miss you. Did anyone hear you moaning at the top of your lungs?"

I didn't respond, and my hesitation must have fueled Tory even more. He seemed dissatisfied, his lips brushing across my cheek, his hand, which was cold in comparison to the rest of his body, making its way up my dress. In the process of cupping my pussy, he runs his lips over the outer shell of my ears. I moaned against his shoulder, hoping no one could hear me. Oh, fuck that - I didn't care if anyone heard me; I needed this more than anything else. Sensing my excitement, he moves his finger inside me with power and ease. His mouth returned to mine, as did the movement of his tongue against mine. We stayed like that for a while until my phone rang. I answer it.

"Hello," I said, shaking my head.

(phone) "Where have you gone, girl? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, are you ready?"

"Yes, we are waiting for you in the car."

"OK, I'll be there in a few minutes."

(Call dismissed)

When he took a step back, I regained some of my sanity. I lean back, sexually frustrated and angry at the same time. I tried to keep my distance, putting up a barrier that I knew he could break, but he respected my boundaries.

"You can't do this," I said with my head down.

"What am I doing?"

"You can't just show up out of nowhere and start touching my body. You have no right to take me out, tell me what to do, or claim me as your own knowing full well that I am not."

"Bella"

"I have to leave; my friend is leaving."

I quickly leave, relieved that he did not follow me but also sad because that is exactly what I want him to do. After a few minutes of walking and thinking, I saw my friends and went into the car without saying anything. The drive home was strangely quiet and peaceful. I went home, ate, took a shower, and felt a little better than before. I was about to doze off when I smelled a lot of blood and began to move closer to my door, where I discovered not only my parents but also two unfamiliar scenes. My mother screamed, "P-p-please don't-t kill my husband!" 

"Bitch shut the fuck up, how dear you talk to us like that," one of the people, who sounded like a man, said.

I tried to make my way halfway down the stairs when I noticed a dark brown werewolf with a nasty scar under his left eye and steel gray claws extending from the werewolf's large brown paws. The black werewolf fur with silver tips stood tall. The long snout of the wolf cringed. His lips were drawn forward and tight. Its ears were angled forward slightly. As I looked at the scene it is very clear that the black werewolf with teeth that appeared between his jaws was more deadly that the dark brown one. The black werewolf snarled as he approached her. As the wolf raised its right paw partially above the ground while showing off its vicious teeth and menacing expression. 

With that, he begins to claw at my father's wolf, which is much smaller than the black were. My father was a  brownish appearance werewolf. With the desire to protect her mate, my mother unexpectedly transforms into a white farce. Undersized werewolf bones begin to crack, extend, and pop through her skin. She charges at them with all her might, her teeth digging into the dark brown wolf's whining neck. Then my mother charged at the gray one, but he was too strong; as she jumped at him, he pinched her down and snapped at her neck without hesitation. Blood splashed all over the house, including the floor, sofa, and curtains, as well as my papa's face. I froze there, shocked and fully aware of what was happening. It's as if they separated my soul from my body. I feel like I'm going to die right now because I can't believe what's happening right in front of my eyes. I kept repeating in my head, 'this is not real, this is just a dream,' but I knew I was lying every time.

But, just when I thought that was the end of it, they ripped to shreds my father right there and then. When they sniff the house, they discover that there was someone else there—me. When I met one of their gazes, he began to run me down to my room. I lock the door and use my werewolf strength to move one of my furniture pieces to block the door. I began to pack a few items, such as clothes and food, into one of my bags. He bangs on the door and tries to push it open, and I realize I'm not going to make it with these massive werewolves.

This leaves me with only one option: jump through my window.

That is exactly what I did.

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