Chapter 1
Terrible Escaped

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POV: King Hades Pierce

“They were already making a step, My King,” Arlan – the second in command – eagerly revealed the news to him.

King Hades’ forehead creased while he raised his eyebrow and directly looked at him. He was in the throne room thinking about something nonsense when Arlan graced him with his presence breaking the passive silence engulfing the entire room.

“And so?” Hades asked mercilessly. His voice was pitch dark – without any sign of any emotion – and just plain blank and void.

It was his typical reaction, though – having no reaction at all. He was trained to be at that without anyone else by his side. Bitterness crept on his tongue as it reached his stomach, which made him grit his teeth tightly. He didn’t want to do anything with this kind of feeling anymore. He was already done with all of it.

“But your Majesty-” Arlan stopped stating his reasons the moment he raised his hand and warningly stared at him.

Arlan swallowed hard as he was silently hoping that his shaking legs would also fade away like the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to make him mad, but this wasn’t the time for him to wear his well-made and tough mask.

“Your Regina was in danger, my King,” he restlessly proclaimed as he watched how the King clenched his fist on the armrest of his golden throne.

His eyes turned pitch black, and it narrowed directly at him, making Arlan’s heartbeat in an unusual manner – faster than normal – as his legs wobbled down and bullets of sweat gathered on his forehead due to fear and edginess.

He thought that this was something that he shouldn’t taken lightly of. However, the king’s next words made him a bit bothered and confused.

“I don’t have a ‘Regina,’” King Hades’ jaw gnawed firmly as he loudly growled at him, making his canines bare.

Arlan swallowed the lump in his throat – as he trembled more in fear. However, his face remained stoic. The King’s aura turned authoritative and irrefutably held power as darkness covered his entire being.

He was the Alpha King of all Wolf Borne – as a matter of fact – that statement could already send chills down anyone’s spine. And Arlan wasn’t an exemption regardless of how long he’s been serving as one of the loyal and efficient Kingsman.

And this was something that was making him scared – whenever the king was so pissed off.

He undeniably knew what he could do to anyone – like he could kill him in a matter of seconds to where he was standing right now by using only his bare hands. But being one of his subordinates, he also needed to do his duties, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

And it was something that he swore of to do from the very moment he accepted this position.

His loyalty. His entire being. His life.

In short all of the things that he could do – even his physical being were all offered to the Alpha King himself. He was born to serve the alpha king – and nothing more.

“But-”

He curled his lips upward – his notable devilish smirk appeared in his face – that could make anyone totter in terror.

“Choose now, Arlan. Do I need to cut your throat this instant, or do I have to care about your rubbish nonsensical words?” His menacing deep voice sent shivers down his spine, making him bit his tongue and swallow his unsaid words.

For Arlan knew the King’s words – once sealed, and they could never be broken.

Arlan bowed his head as he clenched his both fists to stop trembling, “I apologize for my despicable behavior, your Majesty.”

With that, he knew he couldn’t do anything right now.

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POV: Tamara Davis

Meanwhile, in the depths of the woods, Tamara was running so fast as she tried to escape someone.

Her breathing was so heavy – that even her heart was beating in her chest like a horse taking a race. She gritted her teeth – as she tried to get a hold of herself but to no avail.

Thick fog enveloped the lofty trees as the hooting of the night owl continued echoing to the depths of the forest – making her more distracted and petrified. She didn’t know where to go, nor she didn’t know where the heck she was.

“Run!”

She could hear someone screaming as it resonated through the trees and mixed up with the hustling wind. Birds were flying, leaving their nests on the tall trees because of the unexpected sound that broke the deafening silence.

Her heartbeat doubled.

She was totally feeling so hazy. She was becoming more and more terrified. Her entire body was trembling – and so were her hands and legs.

But there was one thing that she must do.

And that is to run.

She have to run.

Her vision was spinning so as her mind was in deep haywire. She was gasping for air, but she didn’t stop in her tracks and continuously ran without knowing where exactly to go – until she was outbalanced and painfully fell on the ground.

She felt the pain slowly crept into her palms and knees, but she didn’t care. She tried to stand up, but her knees trembled and couldn’t find their own strength. Miserable sobs escaped through her trembling lips as it clogged her throat.

Tamara felt so helpless and miserable – for the very first time in her life.

She was wretchedly lying on the ground and squeezed shut her eyes tightly.

She needed to gain strength – something was running after her. She needed to escape – and fast.

A loud terrifying snarl reached her ears – making her shudder with intense fear.

She slowly opened her eyes, but her blurry vision blocked her sight to whoever was sneering down at her. The sound of the strange animal moved closer and closer to where she was lying. She was glued to the ground where she was – she couldn’t even move an inch. She gasped loudly as a blatant growl echoed at her feet.

A large wolf was ready to attack her, and she screamed as hard as she could!

“No!”