Cain."Come on, Cain. Latch unto me." Jude urges, waving for me to join him on the bike. I narrow my brows, confused as I glance at his injury and the bike. Spending all my life in the pack's environment, I've never been on a bike or been in a situation where I had to be on a run. And this_ a stolen bike_ is the last thing I suspect can be trusted. What if we have an accident and he doesn't survive it? What if..."Time is running us by, Cain. If you don't want to follow them to their station, then we have to leave now." Jude shouts impatiently and I look back at the confused crowd from the distance. Those white men in uniform, carrying pistols and some sort of card with an ambulance taking Mandel away while Cyan is being handcuffed. Ms. Beam speaks to one of the officers, making a statement. "Let's go." I nod and take one last glance at the unconscious rider on the floor. I'll just protect him, it'll only get more complicated if we get caught now. "Alright." I jump on the bike and e
Cain."What're we going to do now?" I turn to him the moment Diana leaves us to go to her bedroom. Jude pours himself the third shot in the night and chugs it all down at a go while I watch him intently, curious about what's going on in his head. Is he really planning to get drunk so late? "I'm going to find Nicolas so we can get the map. I have every other thing all figured out." He swirls the empty wineglass in his hand before plunging it on the table, almost shattering the pitiful thing and I bite my bottom lip at loss of what to say to him. Thankfully, he's still quite stable and reasonable. Perhaps, magic would hold him a bit longer over the alcohol. "When are you leaving?""Now. We have to leave tomorrow, as soon as possible. You didn't notice it but one of those police officers wanted to find you for the ring and those people only retreated after seeing what you did to Mandela. It might not be easy for you the next time." He explains and I nod."Let me go with you." I demand,
Cain Hudson."Malik, drop that gun!" Jude speaks beside me as his hand instinctively holds mine and he steps forward, before me, so that the gun directly presses against his waist. "Jude... please." I beg him to move away, beginning to panic even more. Just a few hours ago, he had survived a gunshot all because of me. That was a normal gunshot and didn't really have much effect but I don't know what I would do if he gets shot with a silver bullet... Forget about the ring stuff, I don't know what I would do if anything happens to him again all because of me."The son of a bitch doesn't deserve a good brother like you. All I'm doing is the job I've been paid for. Step away and let me bring him with me, I don't want to harm you." He says to Jude, gesturing for him to move aside. The son of a gun calling my mother a bitch! I tighten my fist and attempt to pick him up and rip him apart but magic is a spoiler. Jude has me pinned to my spot under his supernatural influence, my body refusing
Cain."Damn!" I curse as we collapse on the floor, our lower bodies entangled with each other while we stare directly at ourselves. It had been too intense and pleasurable just now and I'd never thought sex could be that good. It was just too good.Jude's palm covers mine, squeezing it lightly and his silver eyes glow, sparkling with an inexplicable color. They're so hot, is it bad that I want to have a go with him again just by looking at those eyes? It's like an addiction that pins one down after just a single try. It's so bad a temptation, I swallow hard. "So what now?" Jude asks, his eyes conveying a message that I do not exactly get. "What do you mean?" I question, curiously, not helping the smile on my face."What are we now?" He smirks and moves closer to me. His other hand rests limply on my waist, his fingers drawing tiny patterns up and down my naked backside and I bite my bottom lip that's already swollen. I moan lightly when he pinches my cheek butt, unable to resist the
Cain."... from dear Jude." Lashley finishes with the letter written in strange figures and strokes. She folds it and puts it back into the black envelope before placing it on the empty shelf. Even after a month, it is still weird and scary to look at a face as hers. Not just as hers, but as the rest of her peers. "The letters don't come with an address?" I ask, hoping there could be a clue at least. It's the third letter yet and the most detailed one that doesn't have to include pleasantries alone but he never makes a mention of where to find him or if he's ever going to come find me."No, master. The letter is just plain and besides his name, there's no special signature or label. Your friend sounds like a secretive person." It's even weirder for a smart woman like her to wear layers of those uglies."Jude is not my friend." I correct, unsure of why. "And you can call me Cain. Also, I think it's more proper that you and your colleagues all wash your face and stop applying whatever
Cain.Leroy, Shirley and her brother hadn't bothered to show me around before jamming into the party, socializing around, leaving me in one corner all by myself. Again, I'm reminded by how this place called Gliomys has brought me to the lowest point of my life where I have to be lonely most of the time. "Why are you hanging by yourself and not joining the party?" A tiny voice asks right behind me and I turn to see who it was. Damn, I gulp an unseen lump down my throat, amused and brainwashed for a minute. What work of art and nature!She stands there, shoulders held up and head held high...even the atmosphere seems to worship her. There are no words to describe her beauty. It is like the radiating sun and the elegant moon. She's like a goddess, thoroughly and thoroughly. "It is the party that marks the beginning of a new semester. It'll help you find more friends who have also just resumed school." She says as though explaining further why I shouldn't be alone with a miserable teacu
Cain."No worries, I've met him before." Zenyatta continues without giving anyone the chance to say anything and she takes my hand in her two small ones. A big smile frames her face as she glances at everyone but me. "He's Cain and he's a new student. Why don't you keep me in my care? I am pretty interested. "And why should they keep me in her care? The way she refers to me, it's like she's talking of some particular doll that she wants to buy."You shouldn't bother. Liam and his sister treat me well enough." I say, collecting my hand from her. I have been confused. She definitely looks like a sweetheart but isn't one. She's only a package of impossible confidence and bossiness. It is too much to be called adorable. She chuckles but doesn't leave immediately like one would expect a prideful person to after rejection. Or maybe, I am wrong and it is her pride that makes her stay aback. "Cain, in the presence of all these people. I am asking you to go out on a date with me. Think abo
Alpha Cain.The distant church bell dongs is the first thing that brings me out of my hearty sleep. Next is the Christmas music playing from somewhere not too far and it just stops my attempt to return back to sleep. "We wanna wish you...' The lyrics sound as though they're mocking my lazy ass and only makes noise in my ears, rather than creating excitement in me. But then the church bell that seemed to have stopped ringing a while ago starts to ring again, this time sounding even more terrifying. And it even gets company... Those loud trumpet sounds. Really, Jesus only talked of blowing trumpets whenever the world ends and not on the day he was given birth to! Stupid Christmas morning rituals. Jesus had lived his days the way he deemed it fit and now these people wouldn't even let me enjoy just one good sleep...I'm certain I should've gone down underneath the soil if they celebrated everyone's birthday this way. And it only becomes more annoying when a female voice starts to sing al