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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Year 1778 Rain poured down over the land of Bonelake. Each drop followed by another made the view of one village dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past a young girl who stood under an umbrella with her aunt and uncle. Her jade green eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and
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“You ruined this for everyone!” the man screams, bringing the whip down on my body once more. I bite my lip in an effort to stop my scream of pain from escaping. “I’m sorry!” I whimper, pressing my body even closer to the chilling wall. “You better be sorry, you worthless Omega!” he growls, slamming the whip down again. Screaming out in pain, I attempt to curl into myself, even though my hands and feet are chained to the wall of my cell. “Stay still! You made us suffer and now you’re gonna suffer!” he snaps, taking a silver knife from a pocket in his pants. Bringing it up to my stomach, he quickly slashes, making me let out a blood curdling scream. “You shut your mouth! You deserve this!” he roars, pressing the knife harder into my abdomen. Clamping my mouth shut, I hold in my screams. I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain. This only serves to make him angrier, as he brings the whip down harder and harder each time. After many hours, countless cuts, and many bruises later, another man finally enters the room. He has an aura of authority around him and makes me shiver in fear, pressing my body even farther into the wall. “That’s enough, Frank,“ he barks, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. “Yes, Sir,“ the other man murmurs, putting away the whip and placing the knife back in his pocket. Stepping up to me, he gives me a look of disgust before unlatching the shackles around my wrists and ankles. I am unable to support my own weight and this causes me to collapse in a bloody heap on the floor. “We’re having a visitor tomorrow. Congratulations, you earned yourself a meal,“ the man standing in the doorway sneers. Flashing me one last disgusted look, they both turn and leave the room. Tears well up in my eyes, as the pain in my body becomes too much for me and everything goes black. ~~~~~ “Omega. Get up,“ someone orders. Rolling over to my side, I try to open my eyes, only to find them sealed shut. Groaning, I sit up and rub a hand over my face, prying open my eyes. “I said get up!” the man screams, slapping me hard on the cheek. I shakily rise to my feet, using the wall as support. Looking over at him with fear, a lump begins to form in my throat at the chilling smirk that appears on his face. He slowly stalks towards me, the smirk on his face growing. My heart rate accelerates and my fingernails scrape against the wall, grasping for some support. “Frank! Now!” the man from before, who I assume is the leader, yells as he appears in the doorway. Widening my eyes in shock, the man, who I now know is named Frank, quickly pushes me a plate of food and a new set of clothes, before turning and scurrying out of my cell. Sliding down the wall, I pull the plate of food towards me. Bile rises in my throat, as I take in the moldy bologna and cheese laying on the plate. Frowning in disappointment and disgust, I push the plate away from me and look down at the clothes laying at my feet. I reach down and pick up the thin piece of clothing, bringing it to my body. The thin dress that they threw at me stops just below my butt and barely covers the left side of my body. “Get dressed.” a voice orders, causing me to snap my head up just in time to see the leader turning and leaving through the entrance of the cell. No longer wanting to be beaten, I quickly slip on the dress and wait at the entrance hoping to be let out. ~~~~~ The party is in full swing. The music is bumping and flowing throughout the room. I harshly bite my lip as I lean against the staircase behind me, looking for a way out. Glancing at all the people around me, a frown takes over my face. All of their faces are filled with smiles and happiness. Everyone here is happy. They are gifted with that and I‘m not. This party is a present to a visiting alpha. He is coming of age and wants a party to celebrate. The new leader of this small pack thinks it would be a great idea to have it here. Rolling my eyes, I take in my captives across the room. They are each leaning against the wall flirting with different girls.
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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Year 1778 Rain poured down over the land of Bonelake. Each drop followed by another made the view of one village dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past a young girl who stood under an umbrella with her aunt and uncle. Her jade green eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain. "Aunt Marion…do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." She placed more strength into her arms to keep the umbrella steady. "He will come, Penny." Penny's mother had passed away seven months ago, and since then, her maternal relatives took care of her. Her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain really was getting heavy, and the wind did not help, making it impossible for the umbrella to stop all the rain from reaching their legs and shoes. Her aunt gave a look to her husband standing next to her. Pressing her lips into a thin line, they waited for the expected man to arrive. They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips which had to be sold to a customer today. They owned a little shop at the corner end of the village market. The shop did not fare well. Her Uncle Larry worked hard, waking up early to be the first shop open and last to close, but regardless of what he did, the income was less than predicted. After all, its location was terribly distant when compared to the other spots making their shop a last resort for the locals and affluent buyers. A messenger had sent them an urgent request for their vegetables an hour ago, claiming that they would arrive to purchase them shortly, but even after an hour had passed, no one had come. Penny wondered whether the man would even come with such awful rain flooding the streets. Perhaps it was a wealthy person who was holding a party for others like him. People whose statuses were too high for her family to speak with. "Are you sure he's coming?" Penny heard her Aunt Marion whisper to her Uncle. "Let me go check the market to make sure they aren't there," he replied, readying himself with the umbrella only to have his wife grab his shirt. "I will come with you. I don't want to find you later on the ground with your back thrown out. Penny, dear," Aunt Marion turned to look over her shoulder to meet her niece's eyes that stuck out radiantly in the gloomy weather, "Your Uncle and I shall go see if
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“You ruined this for everyone!” the man screams, bringing the whip down on my body once more. I bite my lip in an effort to stop my scream of pain from escaping. “I’m sorry!” I whimper, pressing my body even closer to the chilling wall. “You better be sorry, you worthless Omega!” he growls, slamming the whip down again. Screaming out in pain, I attempt to curl into myself, even though my hands and feet are chained to the wall of my cell. “Stay still! You made us suffer and now you’re gonna suffer!” he snaps, taking a silver knife from a pocket in his pants. Bringing it up to my stomach, he quickly slashes, making me let out a blood curdling scream. “You shut your mouth! You deserve this!” he roars, pressing the knife harder into my abdomen. Clamping my mouth shut, I hold in my screams. I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain. This only serves to make him angrier, as he brings the whip down harder and harder each time. After many hours, countless cuts, and many bruises later, another man finally enters the room. He has an aura of authority around him and makes me shiver in fear, pressing my body even farther into the wall. “That’s enough, Frank,“ he barks, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. “Yes, Sir,“ the other man murmurs, putting away the whip and placing the knife back in his pocket. Stepping up to me, he gives me a look of disgust before unlatching the shackles around my wrists and ankles. I am unable to support my own weight and this causes me to collapse in a bloody heap on the floor. “We’re having a visitor tomorrow. Congratulations, you earned yourself a meal,“ the man standing in the doorway sneers. Flashing me one last disgusted look, they both turn and leave the room. Tears well up in my eyes, as the pain in my body becomes too much for me and everything goes black. ~~~~~ “Omega. Get up,“ someone orders. Rolling over to my side, I try to open my eyes, only to find them sealed shut. Groaning, I sit up and rub a hand over my face, prying open my eyes. “I said get up!” the man screams, slapping me hard on the cheek. I shakily rise to my feet, using the wall as support. Looking over at him with fear, a lump begins to form in my throat at the chilling smirk that appears on his face. He slowly stalks towards me, the smirk on his face growing. My heart rate accelerates and my fingernails scrape against the wall, grasping for some support. “Frank! Now!” the man from before, who I assume is the leader, yells as he appears in the doorway. Widening my eyes in shock, the man, who I now know is named Frank, quickly pushes me a plate of food and a new set of clothes, before turning and scurrying out of my cell. Sliding down the wall, I pull the plate of food towards me. Bile rises in my throat, as I take in the moldy bologna and cheese laying on the plate. Frowning in disappointment and disgust, I push the plate away from me and look down at the clothes laying at my feet. I reach down and pick up the thin piece of clothing, bringing it to my body. The thin dress that they threw at me stops just below my butt and barely covers the left side of my body. “Get dressed.” a voice orders, causing me to snap my head up just in time to see the leader turning and leaving through the entrance of the cell. No longer wanting to be beaten, I quickly slip on the dress and wait at the entrance hoping to be let out. ~~~~~ The party is in full swing. The music is bumping and flowing throughout the room. I harshly bite my lip as I lean against the staircase behind me, looking for a way out. Glancing at all the people around me, a frown takes over my face. All of their faces are filled with smiles and happiness. Everyone here is happy. They are gifted with that and I‘m not. This party is a present to a visiting alpha. He is coming of age and wants a party to celebrate. The new leader of this small pack thinks it would be a great idea to have it here. Rolling my eyes, I take in my captives across the room. They are each leaning against the wall flirting with different girls.
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“God!” I yell out while weaving through traffic. When I turned 18 last month I thought I starting feeling the mate pull for Alaia and that totally freaked me out. Don’t get me wrong, she’s one of the most beautiful girls I’ve seen and I would love nothing more than to stay close to her. But I can’t. I don’t deserve her and out of respect for her brother I could never approach her. She deserves someone special like her. I come back to my senses when I hear Aaron yell “It’s Jordyn!” “Well” I say, “I guess congratulations are in order. Since you’ve waiting 18 years for a chick whose been right there this whole time, I know you’ve marked her already.” “Nah, Mom is forcing us to keep it in our pants until after the party. Then it’s on!” he says. I smile and say “we’ll congrats again Aaron. I’m happy for you man. Look, I’m about 10 minutes from the pack house. I’ll come find you once I get myself together, cool?” “Yea, man” he says. “Just be quick about it.” With that we hang up. The closer I get to the house I feel my wolf Max start to get more and more agitated. “Hey man, what’s up?” I ask him but he doesn’t answer. “Whatever” I think as I pull up to the pack house and jump out. I grab my stuff from the back seat and proceed into the house. It’s still pretty chaotic but I see that the Luna has got it all under control. I know for sure that when the clock strikes 6:00 everything will be perfect. I weave my way around a few omegas holding flower arrangements before the sweetest smell ever catches me. It’s like warm honey on a cold winter day. It smells so sweet it’s like I can almost taste it. Max starts to howl loudly as I force me feet to move forward to find what this smell is. As I get closer to the stairs I see Alaia, looking very hot in a tight teal dress. I’m taken aback by how beautiful she is and when we lock eyes I hear myself say “Mate.” Well this is... *** Alaia POV It can’t be. Alexi is my mate? Oh Moon goddess I love you! Alexi seems to be in the same trance state as me before I see him shake his head trying to clear his thoughts. He dodges another omega, this one holding a huge tray of meatballs, before stepping up to me. “Would you come to my room with me real quick?” he asks before moving past me and up the stairs. Well this is different I think to myself. Aaron and Jordyn discovered they were mates and Alexi just walked past me like nothing had happened. I turn around and follow up to his room. As soon as I walk in, I take a deep breath and inhale his amazing scent. Amethyst purrs in appreciation. While I’m caught up in my mates scent I see Alexi with a pained look on his face. Before I can ask him what’s wrong he opens his mouth and says “I Alexi Kostov, soon to be Beta of the Opal Moon pack, reject you, Alaia Miller as my mate and Beta female.” It feels like all the air is sucked out of the room as I fall to the floor. With a small voice I manage to ask “But why?” Alexi looks like he wants to bend over to help me up but instead he straightens up before saying “I never wanted a mate. You know how I am, I can’t be tied down to one girl. I’m happy the way I am and no woman is going to change that.” It’s like a knife to my already shattered and broken heart. With the last few bits of my dignity I can find, I stand to my feet and look him straight in the eye. “I, Alaia Miller, Daughter of Alpha Jonathan Miller of the Opal Moon Pack, accept your rejection.” The look of pain that crosses his face when he hears those words almost makes me want to take them back and run into his arms, but I won’t. As the force of the rejection brings him to his knees, I take my first wobbly step out of his door and head straight for my room. I keep my head held high and refuse to let even one tear fall. I’m the daughter of an Alpha. I am strong and I will get through this. When I finally reach my room, I close and lock the door before pressing my back to it and sliding to the floor. Once I reaches the floor, the flood gates open and all my emotions come pouring out. I have never in my life felt a
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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Year 1778 Rain poured down over the land of Bonelake. Each drop followed by another made the view of one village dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past a young girl who stood under an umbrella with her aunt and uncle. Her jade green eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain. "Aunt Marion…do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." She placed more strength into her arms to keep the umbrella steady. "He will come, Penny." Penny's mother had passed away seven months ago, and since then, her maternal relatives took care of her. Her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain really was getting heavy, and the wind did not help, making it impossible for the umbrella to stop all the rain from reaching their legs and shoes. Her aunt gave a look to her husband standing next to her. Pressing her lips into a thin line, they waited for the expected man to arrive. They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips which had to be sold to a customer today. They owned a little shop at the corner end of the village market. The shop did not fare well. Her Uncle Larry worked hard, waking up early to be the first shop open and last to close, but regardless of what he did, the income was less than predicted. After all, its location was terribly distant when compared to the other spots making their shop a last resort for the locals and affluent buyers. A messenger had sent them an urgent request for their vegetables an hour ago, claiming that they would arrive to purchase them shortly, but even after an hour had passed, no one had come. Penny wondered whether the man would even come with such awful rain flooding the streets. Perhaps it was a wealthy person who was holding a party for others like him. People whose statuses were too high for her family to speak with. "Are you sure he's coming?" Penny heard her Aunt Marion whisper to her Uncle. "Let me go check the market to make sure they aren't there," he replied, readying himself with the umbrella only to have his wife grab his shirt. "I will come with you. I don't want to find you later on the ground with your back thrown out. Penny, dear," Aunt Marion turned to look over her shoulder to meet her niece's eyes that stuck out radiantly in the gloomy weather, "Your Uncle and I shall go see if
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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Year 1778 Rain poured down over the land of Bonelake. Each drop followed by another made the view of one village dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past a young girl who stood under an umbrella with her aunt and uncle. Her jade green eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain. "Aunt Marion…do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." She placed more strength into her arms to keep the umbrella steady. "He will come, Penny." Penny's mother had passed away seven months ago, and since then, her maternal relatives took care of her. Her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain really was getting heavy, and the wind did not help, making it impossible for the umbrella to stop all the rain from reaching their legs and shoes. Her aunt gave a look to her husband standing next to her. Pressing her lips into a thin line, they waited for the expected man to arrive. They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips which had to be sold to a customer today. They owned a little shop at the corner end of the village market. The shop did not fare well. Her Uncle Larry worked hard, waking up early to be the first shop open and last to close, but regardless of what he did, the income was less than predicted. After all, its location was terribly distant when compared to the other spots making their shop a last resort for the locals and affluent buyers. A messenger had sent them an urgent request for their vegetables an hour ago, claiming that they would arrive to purchase them shortly, but even after an hour had passed, no one had come. Penny wondered whether the man would even come with such awful rain flooding the streets. Perhaps it was a wealthy person who was holding a party for others like him. People whose statuses were too high for her family to speak with. "Are you sure he's coming?" Penny heard her Aunt Marion whisper to her Uncle. "Let me go check the market to make sure they aren't there," he replied, readying himself with the umbrella only to have his wife grab his shirt. "I will come with you. I don't want to find you later on the ground with your back thrown out. Penny, dear," Aunt Marion turned to look over her shoulder to meet her niece's eyes that stuck out radiantly in the gloomy weather, "Your Uncle and I shall go see if
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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. 1778~ Rain poured down over the land of Bonelake. Each drop followed by another made the view of one village dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past a young girl who stood under an umbrella with her aunt and uncle. Her jade green eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain. "Aunt Marion…do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." She placed more strength into her arms to keep the umbrella steady. "He will come, Penny." Penny's mother had passed away seven months ago, and since then, her maternal relatives took care of her. Her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain really was getting heavy, and the wind did not help, making it impossible for the umbrella to stop all the rain from reaching their legs and shoes. Her aunt gave a look to her husband standing next to her. Pressing her lips into a thin line, they waited for the expected man to arrive. They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips which had to be sold to a customer today. They owned a little shop at the corner end of the village market. The shop did not fare well. Her Uncle Larry worked hard, waking up early to be the first shop open and last to close, but regardless of what he did, the income was less than predicted. After all, its location was terribly distant when compared to the other spots making their shop a last resort for the locals and affluent buyers. A messenger had sent them an urgent request for their vegetables an hour ago, claiming that they would arrive to purchase them shortly, but even after an hour had passed, no one had come. Penny wondered whether the man would even come with such awful rain flooding the streets. Perhaps it was a wealthy person who was holding a party for others like him. People whose statuses were too high for her family to speak with. "Are you sure he is coming today?" Penny heard her Aunt Marion ask her Uncle who didn't respond to her. "Let me go check the market to make sure they aren't there," said her Uncle, readying himself with the umbrella to be stopped by his wife. "I will come with you. I don't want to find you later with you on the ground with your back broken. Penny, dear," Aunt Marion turned to look over her shoulder to meet her niece's eyes that looked vibrant in the rainy weather, "Your Uncle and I shall go see
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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. 1778~ Rain fell down from the sky on the land of Bonelake. One drop following after the other making the view of the village dark and dull where one couldn't see what was ahead of them after a certain distance. Water flowed down the little street carrying the muddy dirt where a young girl stood under the umbrella with her aunt and uncle. The young girl's jade green eyes moved left and then right in front of her to ask, "Aunt Marion, do you think they will come? The rain is getting heavier." "They will come, Penny," her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain really was getting heavy along with the wind, moving in the direction of the rain every once in a while. Her aunt gave a look to her husband who stood next to her. Her lips set in a thin line while they waited for the expected man to arrive. They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips mixed in the sack which had to be sold to a customer today. Her mother who had raised her had passed away seven months ago and since then her maternal relatives were taking care of her. They owned a little shop at the corner end of the market of the village which sold vegetables. The shop didn't do well. Her Uncle Larry Moore worked hard, waking up early to be the first one to open the shop up but no matter how early he rose the income was lesser than the expectations. The shop wasn't located at the best spot making it so that the local folks and the people who belonged to the elites finished buying what they had to buy from the closest shops which were the opposite of where their little shop was. One of the customers had apparently requested for the vegetables urgently an hour ago and even after more than an hour had passed there was no one in sight. It made Penny wonder if the man would even come in such rain unless it was a person from the higher society who was holding some kind of party which people like her and her family weren't fortunate to look at. "Are you sure he is coming today?" Penny heard her Aunt Marion ask her Uncle who didn't respond to her. "Let me go check the market to make sure they aren't there," said her Uncle, readying himself with the umbrella to be stopped by his wife. "I will come with you. I don't want to find you later with you on the ground with your back broken. Penny, dear," Aunt Marion turned to look over her shoulder to meet her niece's eyes that looked vibrant in the rainy weather, "Your Uncle and I shall go see if the man is waiting for us at the entr
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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. 1778~ Rain poured down over the land of Bonelake. Each drop followed by another made the view of one village dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past a young girl who stood under an umbrella with her aunt and uncle. Her jade green eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain. "Aunt Marion…do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." She placed more strength into her arms to keep the umbrella steady. "He will come, Penny." Penny's mother had passed away seven months ago, and since then, her maternal relatives took care of her. Her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain really was getting heavy, and the wind did not help, making it impossible for the umbrella to stop all the rain from reaching their legs and shoes. Her aunt gave a look to her husband standing next to her. Pressing her lips into a thin line, they waited for the expected man to arrive. They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips which had to be sold to a customer today. They owned a little shop at the corner end of the village market. The shop did not fare well. Her Uncle Larry worked hard, waking up early to be the first shop open and last to close, but regardless of what he did, the income was less than predicted. After all, its location was terribly distant when compared to the other spots making their shop a last resort for the locals and affluent buyers. A messenger had sent them an urgent request for their vegetables an hour ago, claiming that they would arrive to purchase them shortly, but even after an hour had passed, no one had come. Penny wondered whether the man would even come with such awful rain flooding the streets. Perhaps it was a wealthy person who was holding a party for others like him. People whose statuses were too high for her family to speak with. "Are you sure he is coming today?" Penny heard her Aunt Marion ask her Uncle who didn't respond to her. "Let me go check the market to make sure they aren't there," said her Uncle, readying himself with the umbrella to be stopped by his wife. "I will come with you. I don't want to find you later with you on the ground with your back broken. Penny, dear," Aunt Marion turned to look over her shoulder to meet her niece's eyes that looked vibrant in the rainy weather, "Your Uncle and I shall go see
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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eyes contact with the girl in front of him pushed his hand against the wall which previously rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.
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