Chapter 7

• Crystina’s POV
• After school hours, I had to wait for Nico in front of the school gate to return his scarf to him. I know Nico adores me but still, I don’t think his mom would like the idea that he gave that expensive scarf away. I could’ve returned it to him during school hours but we had different classes and he told me during lunch to return the scarf to him after school hours. Getting impatient, I checked my old, worn-out wristwatch again and realized he was taking too long. If only I had a phone, I would’ve called him to tell him to hurry up.
• “Hey Crystina,” Paige called from a distance and waved at me before running towards me.
• “What’s wrong? Why are you running?” I asked her. We hadn’t planned on going home together today, what’s with the hurry?
• “Sorry I came late. I met Nico after lunch and he told me to give you this,” She gave me a small bottle of medicine. “He said it’s for your fever,”
• Though I didn’t think I have a fever, I still couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face at the thought of him. The thoughts of him make me happy even when I’ve had the most unusual day.
• Thinking about it now, I couldn’t stop myself from remembering Luka’s glare after I saw him this morning, glaring at me in such a creepy manner. He had scared the hell out of me and when Nico noticed, he hugged me for a few seconds even though the good guy didn’t know why I was scared, he just noticed it and thought I needed comfort.
• “Where’s he?” I asked her. She shrugged.
• “I don’t know. He gave me that and left school after. When I asked him where he was going, he said he would call me later and let us know,”
• I nodded and proceed to remove the scarf and gave it to Paige. “You should help me to return the scarf to him when you see him later. I have to hurry home, I’m so sorry,” I apologized quickly and increased my pace. I’ve wasted too much time waiting for Nico and now, I have to face the wrath of Luka for getting home late.
• Paige was still talking to me, trying to make me slow down but I didn’t listen or stop until I heard her scream. I turned back immediately to see that a car had almost hit her and I had to run back to see if she was okay.
• She was crouching on the ground and glaring at the car at the same time. I bent down to her level and scrutinized her, “Are you okay, Paige?”
• She nodded. “I’m fine, Crystina. That stupid car almost hit me,” She suddenly stood up and turned to the car. “You should learn how to drive from a baby because it seems they have more brains than you do, you fucking idiot,” She suddenly yelled at the car.
• It was when I took a second look that I realized it was familiar and not only was it familiar but it was the same car I saw this morning, Luka’s car. Oh shit! Paige just cursed out the Alpha!
• Paige was about to charge at the car as soon as she noticed the door opening but I quickly pulled her back, stopping her from getting us killed at such a young age. I might not like the way I’m living but I sure like the fact that I’m alive.
• Once Luka came into our line of vision, Paige grabbed hold of my hand. “Did I just curse the Alpha?” She asked in disbelief.
• “I think you just did,” I answered. I was also as scared as she was if not more. “Ooh shit,” She spat.
• “Get into the car, Crystina, and don’t make me repeat myself because if I do, both you and I won’t find the result funny,” I swallowed hard as cold sweat graced my forehead. I tried to say I was on my way home but I hiccupped instead and I could feel my fingers shaking abruptly so I quickly grabbed it with the other hand holding the medicine bottle.
• “Don’t mess with me, CRYSTINA!” I jumped at his words and gave Paige a look before I hurried toward the car. When I looked back at Paige, she was giving me an apologetic look. I was so close to tears that I had to bite down on my lip to stop the tears from falling. I was a mess. I couldn’t even get to fasten the seatbelt by myself. My hands were shaking badly.
• “What’s that?” Luka asked, eyeing the bottle that I was holding as soon as he got into the car. I shook my head, trying to avoid the question.
• “Nothing,” I replied.
• “Nothing?” He asked, growling. His eyes were turning pitch black and I quickly hid the bottle from his line of vision. I don’t know why he was so angry about a bottle of medicine. It was nothing, just a harmless bottle. He grabbed hold of my hand, collected the bottle from me, and threw it out of the window. My eyes went wide as I heard the bottle breaking and those tears that I’d been fighting so hard to stop dropped down my face uncontrollably.
• “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” I yelled. I couldn’t help the anger and hatred that was raging inside of me. How could he do that? It was just a bottle, how was it any of his business? Why must he act like a prude every damn time?
• He suddenly grabbed hold of my chin, making me look up at him in an uncomfortable position. “You have no damn right to smile at any guy, look twice at them or even walk with them. You have no right to collect stupid things like scarf or medicine from a guy,”
• “WHY?” I yelled back in response.
• “Because you belong to me, Crystina. Your body, your mind, your soul, everything about you belongs to me. Every day of your life should be an atonement for what your father did. You have no right to date or marry anybody and if you try to do any stupid thing behind me, you’ll live to regret it, I promise you that Crystina,”
• My mouth dropped open at his words. He had always made me understand that I was an atonement for my father’s sin but never has he elaborated this much. I knew he wanted me for my body and now, I can’t even have a life of my own.
• I glared at him as he let go of my chin and started the car. I wish I could knock him out with an iron rod, tie him up, punish him and make him beg for his life but I was just a fragile, helpless wolf girl.
• My wolf was whimpering, probably sad about the situation with her mate but I didn’t care. I hate him more than anything now. I hate him more than I hate myself. I hate him more than I hate my father.
• ‘I hate him' I told my wolf as I looked out through the window, scared for my future. I wiped my angry tears away with the back of my hand.
• ‘I HATE HIM’ my wolf only sighed and said nothing while I wallow in my sorrow.