\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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The sun is halfway up now, casting a strong silhouette over the trees, and the six attractive men just feet before us. My body trembles, not because of them, but because of what he hid from me, not telling me the most important detail there is to tell.
He's not just a rogue.
He's not an omega, he's not a beta, but an alpha.
A freaking alpha.
"What do you want?!" Alakade lowly growls, his eyes flaring with such infuriation, I'd be lying if I'd said that it didn't scare me, 'cause in all honesty, it terrifies me.
"I'd have to ask you the same question." the same man from before spoke, spitting his name like poison, just as I had, but now a part of me regrets ever doing it. Alakade stays silent, though he sends me a quick warning glance to be ready to run, the silent message sending my mind into a complete panic mode.
"We're on patrol, and felt the presence of unwelcome and unwanted souls, you two," he hisses. The adrenaline is now pumping, and my legs are ready to run, every mile until they get back to the car, the one that Alakade supposedly rented, but based on what I've seen, I wouldn't be surprised if he hot-wired it at the last spare of the second he had. "Why are you back here?" He takes a step towards us, his stature becoming more intimidating.
Alakade doesn't answer, once again, but has his eyes intensely focused on the boy, for now, I see has brown hair and seems to look around the same age as Alakade, but who knows what his real age is, I'm beginning to sway towards the fact that I can't trust him...
The brown-haired boy jaunts casually towards me, where I'm still kneeled, though Alakade has shot up from his position, standing and towering over me, just like the rest of the people surrounding us do. At this point, I don't even know what to call them, people, wolves, or something completely obsolete.
"Get any closer and I will have the pleasure of killing you, Aldon," Alakade threatens, his tone deathly low, too low for my liking. The boy who's said name is Aldon, comes closer, discarding his previous threat as if it were a joke, as if he were only bluffing, which is exactly opposite to what it sounds like to me.
He comes behind me, disappearing from my line of sight, for I'm too petrified to turn my head back, to met eye to eye with Aldon. But before I have enough courage to run, I'm ripped from the ground and to my feet by my scarf and hood of my coat, the sudden action sending me into a whirlwind of anxiousness. Alakade takes a quick step forward, as I feel a hard chest from behind me. My heart races with fear, fear of being killed right here. And he said New York Wasn't anymore...
Alakade's nostrils visibly flare with anger, and not even seconds later, he comes running towards Aldon and me. Aldon is quick to move, shoving me to the others, who catch me and shove me to my knees, holding a tight grip on my hands behind my back, I hold back my whimpers by biting m tongue, though I do it too hard, for the dreaded, metallic taste of blood goes down my throat.
Alakade's fist comes crashing down on Aldon's jaw, though he seems the least bit affected by it, for he comes back and strikes a leg into Alakade's chest, for which he has the same reaction. I watch in horror at the scene unfolding before my eyes, which dilate with each second.
Alakade gets heavily hit in the jaw, his head whipping violently to the side, and his body falling uncontrollably to the ground, his hands quick to hold up his weight. But this all changes once Aldon's foot comes in contact with his stomach once again, and he falls to his side. I'm about to yell, but find my words coming from my lips as if I'm suddenly mute.
He spits out a heap of blood, wiping at his jaw then mouth. Aldon takes a harsh grip on both of his arms, yanking from the ground than his feet, keeping his grip harsh, hesitant to let go. Alakade struggles to restrain his grip, though Aldon doesn't budge.
Alakade's eyes connect with mine, as a sorrowful expression takes over his features, but his gaze is quickly ripped from mine as he surpasses me, Aldon's piercing husk voice echoing from ahead.
"Bring them to her! Let's go!"
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