Ch. 241..250

Chapter 241

There were ragged breaths in the room as two people moved in sync and rythm on the bed, sweat lined on their bodies even under the air conditioner.

A young woman with aurburn colored hair and closed eyes had her legs around John’s slim, slender waist as he pounded into her, grunting when he hit home before pulling out only to go back In again.

His hand expertly moved over her neck with his two hands, choking her as he drove her head back, f**King her harder, mercilessly and ruthlessly.

However, when the clock on the bed side table suddenly rang 7:30pm, he abruptly froze, panting hard as an unknown feeling coursed through his body, a raging fire threatening to burn him alive from his insides.

"John? What’s going on?" The woman pestered impatiently, already moving against him, but he suddenly pulled away and rolled over the bed, feeling disgusted from having a woman close to him.

It was a new feeling and he had never felt disgusted around women before, especially a beautiful woman like Tiffany, but right now, he couldn’t even stand here.

"John?"

"Leave." He quietly said as he sat at the edge of the bed.

Tiffany sat up, holding the sheets to her chest

"W... "

"I said leave." He ordered, already tossing her clothes to her lap.

"Are you being serious now? Because.. "

"Leave!! Now!!" He yelled and with a frightened whimpered she runs out, holding the sheets to her chest, her clothes bound in her hands.

As she left, John finally had the time to sit down and think, clearing his head In the silence.

What the f**k just happened?

Few minutes later, a towel around his waist, he called his father.

"Hey Dad?" He was in a hotel close to the airport which he would take to Paris tomorrow by 5:00am.

"Hey. Can’t sleep?"

"I wasn’t sleeping. I have a question to ask you and I need you to be honest... be blunt if you have to."

"Okay.... " Alpha Kris rolled off the bed and sat at the edge. It was rare for John to call at this hour to ask him something.

"I was with a woman... we were f**king." He bluntly said.

Alpha Kris rolled his eyes.

"Okay?"

"And suddenly I have this sudden urge to kill her... like I’m truly disgusted by the sight of her, and there’s a brimming fire in my chest which I can’t seem to control over my insides... I’m just confused dad. I’ve sent her away, and I don’t know.. I just called you."

Alpha Kris blinked.

"John... "

"Yeah?"

"You’ve found your mate."

*

"Talia, what’s wrong?" Jephthah fugutively searched her body for any bruises he might have inflicted unknowingly, but Talia grabbed his arm and pulled him so that their eyes were locked in a heated gaze.

"We... can’t." Her voice was raspy and strained because she was fighting back the overwhelming desire clouding her mind and thoughts.

It was like he was drenched with ice water the next moment as he stared blankly at her.

"Why?"

"It’s Max."

Dark clouds began brimming in his eyes, hovering above his head.

"What about him?"

Talia rolled her eyes before slightly slapping his cheek.

"Don’t even go there. Max sees me like his annoying little sister."

He grabbed her hand and held it still on his cheek.

"Then what?"

"He doesn’t want us to have s*x."

Suddenly, he turned red.

"You told him... "

"He figured it out, and he told me there was a possibility I might get pregnant and I... "

"You’re not on heat." He pointed out gruffly, already towering over her, holding her down.

"What?"

He swiped his hand in the air and his fingers turned to claws before steadily tearing through her gown with a finger, watching as her fair bossom came into view.

She gasped, feeling his hot throbbing desire emanate from him, threatening to burn her alive, yet she was already hot, every part of her body straining against the fabric of her clothes for his touch.

He glanced up to look at her.

"You’ll only get pregnant if you’re on heat."

"But I am. I feel so f**kin h*rny and hot and right now."

"Talia... " Jephtaph chuckled softly. "You’re not on heat. This is just the feeling of finding your mate and yearning for the mate mark."

"Oh. Really?"

Suddenly she flipped herself over her, reversing the situation so that this time she was straddling him with her hands braced against his chest.

Jephthah’s heart swelled seeing her up there, not breaking eye contact even as she slowly tore her clothes off her body, revealing the white lacy bra and matching thong on her body.

He had seen her naked, but seeing her up close barely covered, leaving more to the imagination than expected, got him growing so hard underneath her, his throbbing length strained from the confinement of his clothes.

"Let me help you out." Talia chuckled as she leaned down so that she was straddling over him, her hands already unbuckling his belt.

"Oh.. f*CK!" He groaned when she drew down his pants along with his underwear and his length springed out before her, reflecting in her eyes which shone with delight and the glint of an adventurer as she couldn’t wait to explore every inch of him.

"W- what are you doing?" He softly asked, moving back to against the headboard of the bed with his lower back, biting down on his lip when Talia leaned down to cup her hand around his length.

"Don’t you know what I’m about to do?"

He swallowed, breaking their gaze to stare down at her mounds which was threatening to spill put the bra which barely hid her nipples that were straining out.

Talia noticed this and smirked in satisfaction.

"Don’t you want my mouth around your big, hot, c*CK?"

"I... "

Something about how naughty and blunt she was about her words stirred his c*CK further so that his tip was already throbbing and he blushed bashfully when she stared at the tip in amusement.

"I do." He said and she glanced up to look him in the eyes.

"Say it."

"S- say what?" He tried to act ignorant.

She didn’t reply but only raised a brow.

"I... " he swallowed as he held the sides of the bed. "I want your mouth around my... "

"Your what?" To tease him further, she blew against his tip and smirked when he winced.

"F**k Talia. I want your mouth around my hot c*CK," She glanced up and her heart skipped a beat seeing the genuine desire and burning passion in his eyes. "I want your mouth sucking my c*CK right now. Please?"

"Okay." She smirked before plunging her mouth down on his length, and the room was filled with his groans and curses as she bobbed her head up and down, swirling her long tongue against his tip, tasting his precum in her mouth.

"Your mouth hole is so tight." He groaned, resisting the urge to turn the tables and fuck her mouth hole hard.

Her full concentration was on his hot throbbing c*CK in her mouth as she Increased her pace, reaching up with the other hand to massage his balls.

"Now c*m for me baby." Talia whispered as she leaned back, and as Jephthah groaned, she placed her mouth around the tip and increased her pace before gasping, her voice muffled by his c*CK in her throat as he c*mmed into her mouth, sighing like he had just collapsed from an exercise and she quickly drank every single drop of it.

He tasted just like his scent.

It was delicious.

"Are you tired?" She amusingly asked as she subconsciously cupped her hand around his c*CK with a smile.

Jephtaph was so mind blown from what just happened now that he could barely talk but only cup his hand towards her, beckoning her towards him.

Obediently she crawled up his body and straddled his upper body while they shared a kiss, his tongue tangling inside, tasting his own c*m in her mouth, his hand gripping her a*s hard from behind.

"Ahhh!" It was so abrupt that she pulled out, but he gripped her as* harder, pushing her forward so that she slammed against his chest before he catches her lips in his again, kissing her hard and long enough to leave her breathless when he pulled away.

"Jephthah!!!" She pouted as she hit his chest. "What’s with you and always gripping me there?"

"Is it wrong?" He wasn’t teasing her. There was a genuine worried look on his face like he had done something wrong, leaving her speechless.

"No... " She was flustered as she answered. Actually she liked it, but she wondered why he was more interested in that part of her.

"Then can I ... " He looked reluctant before he finally asked her. "Can I f**k you... your as*hole."

She stared at him like she was straddling a stranger.

"What?"

There was a yearning in his eyes that left her throat dry and her heart pulse quickening as he said while digging his fingers into her as*

"After fucking your p*ssy... can I fuck it too?"

 

Chapter 242

There was a probing intense gaze in his eyes as they stared at each other in the heated silence of the room, their breaths raspy and heavy, sweat lined on their foreheads despite the air conditioning. Suddenly Talia turned red and covered her face with her hands, startling Jephthah who sat up with her still straddling him. He tried to grab her hands, but she wouldn’t pry her fingers off her face. "Talia... what’s wrong? Are you okay?" "Yes... " Came her muffled reply before she dropped her hands and he was surprised on seeing she had been blushing. "Y— You can’t just say things like that. Where did you even get the idea of f*cking me there?" Jephthah stared blankly at her, and she decided to quickly change the topic since she might not like his reply. Talia rolled her eyes as she leaned back a bit to pull her hair up into a bun while Jephtaph raked his eyes over her, resisting the urge to tear the rest of her clothes off her body. "Okay... I’m ready." She sighed after wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him, ensuring his lips and nose were right above her bare neck. Jephthah subconsciously closed his eyes as he raked his nose across her bare neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "I love you Jephthah." Talia suddenly said, tightening her hold around him, feeling his c*CK press on her navel from below. His heart swelled hearing her words, and he pressed his lips to her neck with all the Caring and genuine love he could muster. "I love you more." With that, his violet eyes clear and are replaced with crimson red colored eyes that glint in the darkness of the room. Drawing his lips back, canniness appear, and without warning, Jeremy sinks his teeth into her neck, and despite Talia’s muffled groan, his grip around her waist tighten as he pulled her close, deepening his cannines in her flesh, drawing blood as he marked her and claimed her as his. Once he was done, he pulled out and carefully licked the area where he had bitten, ensuring no drop of blood slid down her neck as he licked every single drop before his eyes flicker back to violet. Noticing he had pulled back, Talia leaned away from him, and they both merge their lips in a kiss. Growling insensitively, he leaned forward, throwing her down to her back on the bed before towering her, slipping a hand into her brassiere and kneading her left b*ob with his right hand, pushing his tongue between her lips, curling it around hers and leaving her breathless yet needing more. Feeling his c*ck pressing against her entrance down there, She parted her legs further before curling it around his waist, moaning into the kiss when his naked tip kept brushing against her entrance which was partly sealed with her thong. "Just f*CK me Jephthah. Please, I need you inside me." She pleaded, almost to the verge of tears. He was buried in between her boobs, her bra torn to shreds on the ground, and he took his ample time satisfying himself from having his lips and tongue between her two mounds. Hearing her pleas, he further drew down, leaving small kisses from her nipples down her stomach, kissing and trailing it down her navel before kissing there. "F.. f**k." She stammered, unable to say anything as she reached up to grab her nipples, squeezing and twisting them as he ravaged her navel with his tongue. Lifting his eyes, he saw the sight of his mate, head thrown back, fingers pinching and squeezing her nipples with her mouth open wide as she let out a moan, and an intense hunger accompanied by desire pushed his head trailing further down her navel till her got to her entrance which gave off a warm sensation without him getting too close. With a careless swipe of his hand, the thong was to the ground in shreds, and Talia gasped when he abruptly parting her legs. She did not expect he’d push one finger inside her a*shole as he leaned up a bit to position his tip at her pu*sy hole entrance. "Jephthah." She groaned outloud, lifting her lower back off the bed like the area she lay on was getting too hot and undesirable for comfort. His index fingers moved at a fast pace, in and out of her as*hole while he stroked the entrance of pu*sy hole with the tip of his c*ck, pleasuring her from both sides, groaning when his throbbing length was itching to slide inside her. Once her legs parted further and wrapped quickly behind his waist, he pulled out his finger and with his left hand, slid his c*ck slowly Into his woman. Talia felt ontop of the world as she lay there, mouth opening and closing, eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss on feeling him slowly slide in length inside of her, panting as he did so, watching her small p*ssy hole take in all off his length, accommodating his size easily. When he was fully inside her with his bal*s settled against her a*s, he leaned down so he could kiss her, and Talia willing wrapped her arms around him, parting her lips quickly against his, dominating the kiss as she clamped down her muscle walls against his length, forcing her tongue into his mouth when he groaned. "Are you okay?" Jephthah asked when they pulled away, panting in each other’s faces. She nodded solemnly, silently reassuring him he was fine, and that was all the assurance he needed before he slowly pulled back before slamming into her again. The first few seconds were painfully slow for him as he went in and out of her several times, lips locked in with hers, her hands soothingly rubbing his sweaty back, but he was patient enough to let her adjust to his size so she wouldn’t get hurt by him. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he hurt her. However, when Talia had settled and was used to his length, he increased his pace and began hammering into her sweet entrance which took him in over and over again, lubricating his length with her wetness which repeatedly spilled out of her. Biting down on her lower lip with half closed eyes, she held back a silly smile from spreading across her face and a drool from escaping as she raked her fingers into his back, tightening her hold around his waist with her legs as he pounded into her ruthlessly and mercilessly, almost touching her womb. "I wonder how good it will feel fucking your as*hole. You’re so tight, Talia." Jephthah leaned down to whisper in her ear before biting it, leaving Talia no choice but to bite the side of his neck, relieving the intense pleasure building inside of her as she climaxed alongside with him. Her legs turned so weak and limp that it dropped to the bed, trembling as her c*m flowed out of her along with Jephthah’s when he pulled out. Silence, expect for their pants as he towered over her while she lay there with her eyes closed. "Are you tired?" Talia opened her eyes and raised a brow. "Why do you ask?" He turned meek and subtle and glanced away before she sat up and cupped his cheek. "How can you be so ruthless one minute and acting like a baby another time?" She chuckled, but her smile freezes when he grabs the hand cupping his cheek and kissed her palm without breaking eye contact. "You’re the only one I show my vunerable side to because I love you, and I trust you." He whispered, and she felt a new feeling surge up her heart on hearing him, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning in to kiss him again, straddling him as she did. However when she felt his cock in-between them, pressing against her navel, she pulled back, panting hard with swollen lips. "It won’t fit. You’ll tear me in half." She said staring at the size like she was just seeing for the first time. Jephthah blushed. "It won’t. I promise. I’ll be careful when putting it in. If you can’t take it, just tell me, okay?" She bit her lip before nodding and he kissed her at the side of her neck appreciatively. Seconds later, Talia was on her hands and feet facing the bed head board with her hair down as she waited for him from behind, moaning softly with a silly look on her face with one eye closed and the other half closed. Jephthah was kneeling right behind her on the bed, two fingers In her as*hole, stretching and filling her while he gripped her a*s cheek with the other hand, holding her in place. When he was done, he stroked his cock softly before positioning it at the entrance while rubbing the folds of her pussy. As she moaned softly, already pushing her lower back towards him, he began pushing the head In. She groaned and bit down hard on her lip as she reached down to slip a finger into her pu*sy, vigorously fu*king herself, instigating more pleasure to herself to enable her to take him all in. Slowly, slowly, inch by inch, he kept pushing his length in, watching with genuine interest as her a*shole widened and widened further, accumulating his size while her fingers pushed in and out of her pu*sy hole as she anticipated him fully inside of her. And when he did, he exploded.

 

Chapter 243

"Since Ann’s okay with having him stay over, then let’s let him." Talia said, running her hand over Jephthah’s chest with his arm around her waist as he spooned her under the sheets.

"Is she still having hopes about them being together?"

Talia chuckled. "I don’t know, but I’ve made it clear to her that he doesn’t do long term or short term relationships. It’s usually one night stands."

"Well, I just don’t want Ann to get hurt."

She leaned up to look at him, but his eyes were closed as if he was thinking about something.

"Why?"

"Because she deserves someone who’d love her and respect her and give her the love life she deserves. I mean she’s rich already... she just needs true love, and John is far from giving her that."

"Haven’t you tried talking to him... about his.. errrr.. behavior?"

"I’ve tried. Dad’s tried. I gave up and just decided to see if he’ll change when he finds his mate."

Talia snickered.

"You’re so confident that he’ll stop fucking around once he finds his mate."

"I’m sure." Jephthah said, drawing Talia closer. "The moon goddess will be capable of finding him a mate who would definitely grab him by the colar and hold him still."

Talia chuckled.

"You mean she’ll be obsessed with him? I really want to meet his mate too. I can only imagine John trying to get away from her every now and then."

*

Theresa sat there, putting on her overalls while watching Aaron buckle his belt, panting slightly with a disheveled look for an officer of the law.

There was silence and he picked up his cuffs, and she quietly walked to the end of her cell.

It’s always been like this for a few days.

Aaron actually thought it’d be a one time thing, but he actually found himself coming back to her every night to get intimate with her over and over again.

And now he was just obsessed with Theresa.

They had just finished up, and he was getting ready to leave as usual when he saw Theresa walking to the far corner of her cell.

His eyes trailed after her, widening when she suddenly turned to him with a sultry gaze, as if inviting him to follow her.

Completely enchanted by the gaze she shot him, he went after her, squinting his eyes when he walked further in and all he saw was darkness, not until he made out a silhouette of something coming towards him, and soon, there was a loud thud as he dropped to the floor, the cuffs falling by his side.

"What the... " He brought down his hand only to see that his fingers were stained with blood, gushing from his own head.

He glanced up to see the same figure, hands raised, about to bring down something on his head again, but he caught it mid-air with his bloody hand, feeling the familiar smooth texture of a baton.

He dragged It down, along with whoever was trying to hit him again, and Theresa fell against his lap, straddling him with the baton in her grip as well, eyes wide with anger and rage, her face twisted into one of a murderous beast.

Aaron’s eyes widened in shock.

"H- How did you get this? We have security cameras All over the place, how did you manage to... " He grunted abruptly as she pushed him to his back before straddling his chest, pushing the baton horizontally, towards his mouth.

"Why won’t you just die!!" Theresa growled with murderous intent in her eyes as blood pooled in Aaron’s mouth when he struggled.

As she pushed it further in, an excited glint in her eyes from hearing his painful screams muffled by the baton in his mouth, his hands began moving.

Unfortunately for her, she didn’t notice his hand slipping into his belt buckle as he fished something out discreetly while keeping his eyes in hers so as not to arise suspicion from her.

He pulled out the only available thing which was the cell gate keys in a ring.

He usually brought his weapons when entering the prison cell, but after some days, he just stopped, trusting her well enough that she wasn’t a treat and was only inviting him in for casual s*x.

Without warning, he flung his hand up and plunged the key into her right eye.

He sat up and scrambled back, aiming to grab hold of his cuffs as she fell back, howling in pain while grabbing her right eyes with a pained expression.

On getting to his feet, he ran towards her and grabbed one hand, cuffing it. When he tried to grab the other hand and cuff it however, she punched him at the side of his face and he staggered back.

Brows furrowing together in anger, he kicked her on her stomach and watched as she stooped in pain, reflexively clutching her ribs, groaning in pain.

"You motherf**king a*shole sh*t!" He swore as he repeatedly kicking her. "I’ll make you pay for this. Traitor. Did you really think you were able outsmart me and try to escape... huh?" He leaned down to roughly cup her chin, seeing the blood that ran down the sides of her lips similar to his, and the dead pan look in her eyes.

When she didn’t say anything, he let her go, and her head dropped back to the floor limply. He reached out for her right hand again and tried to cuff it, but she suddenly swung her left hand which was cuffed, and the other cuff meant for her right slapped him by the cheek.

Hissing in pain, he fell to his back, and she had the chance to crawl up his body again, forcing the other cuff meant for her right hand around his neck.

He tried screaming, reaching up to yank on her face and clothes, shredding it to the point of leaving her half dressed, but she didn’t waver and forced the cuff around his neck, chuckling mirthlessly with wide open eyes as she pressed her grip around it.

Soon, his hands dropped to his sides, and his eyes slowly closed before she finally drew her hand back, watching in satisfaction as she had managed to clamp the cuff around his neck, leaving the upper part of his neck swelled up since most of his blood gathered there, thus choking him, leading to his death.

She tried to stand, but groaned in pain when she realized the other part of the cuff was around her left wrist.

Growling while cursing, she began to search him for the keys, but after several fruitless minutes, she only found the bunch of cell gate keys.

Sighing, she had no choice but to uncuff his neck and watch as blood spilled from his mouth down his lips, staining his clothes.

The cell smelt of blood and Sex, as she got up, panting like she had ran a marathon before she began taking off her overall.

After that, she knelt over Aaron and began stripping him off of his clothes, her breath still ragged.

In a few minutes, she was in Aaron’s full uniform while Aaron was in her overall, lying face down on her bed like he was sleeping and not dead and already rotting.

Theresa stared frustratingly at her reflection in the 3/3 inch mirror on the wall and thought everyone would obviously find it suspicious that Aaron’s hair grown longer than it’s usual length.

She obviously ignored her right eye which was completely gone since she was using her left eyes to see now.

There wasn’t a scissors or a sharp object to use In the room, so she took the mirror into the bathroom where she smashed it and took out a nice sharp piece.

As she stood, staring into the reflection on the mirror now which was the size of a palm, hair dropped to the floor, big , small, thin, thick, until all was left was a mass of black dirty curls on her head.

After checking herself a few more times, she managed to wash her face with some water, ensuring that no blood speck was on her face before she finally headed out with her face slightly tilted down, her cuffed hand stuffed in her pockets.

She looked like a boy and nothing gave her out.

Leaving the first hall, which was her hall, was pretty easy as normally Aaron was supposed to be on guard here, but after that, she got more apprehensive as she began encountering more cops in the other halls, but she took a deep steady breath and tried to act natural as she walked past them.

When she got to the elevator, and it was about to shut close, and officer suddenly slipped in and she turned even more apprehensive.

"Goooood morning." She heard a female’s voice and snickered silently.

It was Valerie, the new, model-body cop who made sure everything was in order during lunch, ensuring she made every female prisoner look like sh*t because she thought she had a pretty much higher status than every single one of them.

"Mm." Theresa said, her head still down, but she was studying the security camera. It was beeping red which meant that it was working and was watching them at that minute.

She quickly averted her gaze away from it, wincing slightly when her right eyes throbbed.

Five minutes later.

Valerie sipped her coffee as she checked the time.

3:30am

"You’re not very chatty... err.... " She bodly glanced down at his name tag and her eyes widened on seeing a blood stain before Theresa shielded it with her hand.

"Are you okay... sir?" She politely asked, not sure to call him that, since the person in question had a slender looking body that seemed quite feminine.

The elevator still had a long way to go before reaching the down floor, and if she didn’t answer Valerie sooner, she might grow even more suspicious, and the security camera was directly staring right at her.

 

Chapter 244

Theresa backed to the edge and grazed her fingers over a small glass cabinet behind her, exactly where Valerie’s couldn’t see.

She had known every nook and cranny of the place, and knew that behind the small cabinet was fire alarm button.

Times like this when there was a fire in the upstairs halls and a cop wanted to inform the others downstairs that there was a fire, they’d usually ring this button which will send a pretty loud bell noise around the building, causing everyone to run out of the building naturally.

Everyone; including the person behind the security cameras right now.

"Hey... I asked you a question?" Valerie’s annoying voice came again, causing Theresa to flip the mini glass cabinet open on hearing her.

Valerie squinted her eyes at the stain on the cop’s shirt. Her grip instinctively tightened on her coffee cup and she raised her head to look at Theresa whose eyes was lowered.

"Mr. I... "

Brrrr! Brrrr! Brrrr!

The sound of a bell rang through the elevator and echoed through the hallways as the elevator automatically opened on the three floors to the last floor.

"Sh*t." Theresa swore and raised her head when she saw the elevator stopped at the fourth floor and she had to run down the flight of stairs to the last floor where she’ll make her escape.

There was panic everywhere as cops raced to and fro, fugutively shouting words Valerie couldn’t hear because her facial expression froze on seeing who was standing before her.

"I... It’s you."

Theresa didn’t bother to answer and only glanced at the security camera, noting it wasn’t beeping red.

Without hesitation, she flung her elbow to the side, catching Valerie by the nose with the cuff meant for her right hand.

"Sh*t!!!" She swore as she fell back against the elevator wall, holding her bleeding nose with her hand which also got stained with blood.

Theresa made to leave, but she turned to see Valerie sliding down the elevator wall, holding her nose while swearing in pain.

She might recover from this quickly and make it known to the other cops that the fire alarm was fake, and that there was a criminal on the loose.

She went back into the elevator and grabbed the back of Valerie’s neck, but Valerie had sneakily whipped out her gun and used the butt to slam it across her face.

Wincing, Theresa staggered back, but before Valerie could get back on her feet, she swung her leg and kicked the female cop down.

The walkie talkie she was trying to pull from her pants clattered to the ground.

"This is Officer Valerie Swooner... " Valerie said, panting quickly like a dying woman as she fell to her stomach to grab the walkie talkie, already screaming into it, but before she could say anything else, the nuzzle of a gun was pressed to her forehead and she froze.

In the midst of the fire alarm still going off and people talking over each other, no one hears the sound of a muffled scream and a gun shot.

Theresa panted heavily as she ran down the stairs, hand in pockets, eyes lowered, not even glancing up when she bumped into the officers.

After alighting the third flight of stairs, she began running across the hallways of the second floor, looking for the second flight of stairs to take down when she heard a male’s voice over the speakers.

"Everyone stay calm. If you’ve called the fire department then please inform them it was a false alarm. Officer Valerie Swooner was found murdered in elevator C4 fifth floor... we found the name tag Aaron Capricorn next to her. Aaron Capricorn report to the black room for investigation immediately. Aaron Capricorn report to the black room for investigation immediately."

With that, the bell sound went off, and the place turned peaceful and quiet again.

Theresa smirked as she lowered her eyes and passed a group of cops who ran past her looking for Aaron Capricorn.

"Good luck finding him." She said to herself as alighted the stairs; down to the first floor.

On her way down, she bumped into an officer, and along with some files, her hand slipped out of her pockets, and the handcuff made a clanking sound as it hit the wall.

The cop who was in the act of picking of his files raised his head and his eyes met with Theresa’s.

Aaron’s father

Mr. Rico Capricorn

"You!"

Theresa panicked, and tried to getaway, but he grabbed the scruff of her uniform shirt and dragged her back, and Theresa saw black spots as her head hit the wall.

"A*shole... how are you here? You’re the bitch that killed Officer Valerie, aren’t you? Where’s my son." He punched her, and her mouth was filled with blood immediately.

"I said where’s my son.. Where’s Aaron?"

Bam!

Another punch, and she concluded that there was no use of her right eyes anymore. It was fine now.

He grabbed her by the colar and pushed her up to the wall, strangling her. She rolled her eyes, trying to catch her breath and blood spilled from her mouth, down to her jaw.

"H... He’s... "

"Where? Where is he??!"

She flings her hand towards him and hits him across the jaw with the cuff meant for her right hand. As the man grunts, pulling away, she swings her hand again, more harder and the skin off his face tears off as he drops to the ground.

She swings it repeatedly and blood drips on the ground before he drops down to the floor with his head smashed from the iron cuff going through several times.

Panting, she leaned back on the wall, trying to catch her breath, before she glanced left to right.

Seeing no one coming, she runs out, towards the reception area.

There were sounds of people talking, probably here to meet their loved ones, but she’s still going, her heart pounding hard again her chest as she dips her two hands further into her pockets, trying to portray a calm, unbothered look even though her insides were trembling and fidgeting.

On getting out, her knees weaken and she almost drops to the ground, but she takes a full minute to raise her head and look into the moon directly without blinking

How long has it been since she had actually stood out here to admire the moon and twinkling stars like this?

There is a fluttering feeling in her heart. A feeling which made her feel as though she had wings to fly to to the top of the world.

The feeling of freedom.

She climbs down the stairs and walks into the driveway, ignoring people who casually glanced her way.

It was night, and most shops and stores were closed. She didn’t know how long she casually walked on the road with her hands still in her pockets, but she was careful not to run into fellow cops who paraded the streets at this hour.

Even if they came for her again, she had a mission to fulfill and wouldn’t care if she died after that.

Luckily, she finds a small store across the road and walks towards it.

She grows apprehensive on seeing a cop car by the side of the store. There are about three cops. They’re sipping coffee and eating donuts while talking, and don’t notice as she quietly makes her way inside.

Andrew was ready to close the store for the day and head home to his annoying money-sucking mother and the bitchiest gothic sister he’s ever had.

Sometimes, he just wished he could get a girlfriend and go live in a new, expensive house with her like his friends, but he was was stuck living with the two because they all had to share the money they got from this store since Ashley his twin sister wasn’t willing to work, and his mother was more of a housewife type.

Who the hell was he even kidding?

No girl would want someone like him. He wouldn’t say he was goodlooking, but he wasn’t bad looking either. He got the right lean muscular body for a teenage boy of 18, and he was a nice guy.

The fact that he could barely afford to buy flowers and chocolates to toast a girl was almost impossible and that’s what kept girls away from him.

A few cops had come in earlier for coffee and donuts, and he was listening to his playlist off his earpod while waiting for any last minute customers since the place was empty.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and he faintly heard the sound of a bell cluttering softly in the background.

He doesn’t bother to glance up and continues listening to music off his phone while playing a subway surf game.

However, he glanced up casually and his eyes widened on seeing the backside of the slender figure disappear through aisles and his eyes widened at the curves the stranger possessed.

He couldn’t get his eyes off her for several seconds until she moved to another aisle and he shakes his head as if shaking the thought off his mind.

How could I be staring at the stranger like I’m a perverted psychopath?

 

Chapter 245

Andrew couldn’t help but raise his eyes each time the woman moved from aisle to aisle, pushing the small cart quietly and discreetly filled with a few suspicious looking things she pulled from the aisles.

Soon, the woman disappeared into the restroom, and he stopped playing the game all together, pulling his ear pods out his ear.

She just gathered some things and made her way her towards the restroom without a word, without paying for any sh*t?

He glanced outside, and on seeing the cops still out there, he breathed a sigh of relief and decided to wait for the woman.

As he sat back to restart his game, he hears a crash in the restroom after several minutes, and glanced up sharply.

*

Panting, Theresa wrapped the cop uniform she was wearing earlier and put it on the trash.

She had changed into a leather jacket and blue jeans pants she found In the lost and found section of the store.

Looking at her now with her bruised up right eye, and hair cut very short, she looked like a boy.

Turning to the mirror above the sink, she grabbed the napkins she took from the store, tore the pack and using the water from the tap, she rubbed the napkin across her face.

As the tap kept running steadily, she kept wiping her face until it was cleaned spotlessly. After tossing the napkin away, she glanced at her face and grimaced.

Her right eye had been wasted to the point that she could only see from the left eye, so she pulled out the eye patch she grabbed from the counter to put it around her eyes, shielding her right eye.

"As*holes." She murmured when she remembered Aaron and his father and how they’ve contributed to the disembodiment of her right eye.

She guessed by now they must have found Aaron’s corpse or not and it was still rotting there, or they’ve found Mr. Capricorn’s body, and everyone’s terrified of the mysterious murder who was going about Killing cops now.

She had to leave the country before they began making their search. But first, she needed to make a call to get a hold of her friend Angela who was bailed out by the mysterious woman with a scar drawn from her forehead down to her left eyes to the bridge of her nose.

She said she had a mission which if she helped her out, she’d pay her a huge sum of money which Theresa didn’t dare refuse.

If she had this much money, she could track down Jephthah with it and no one, absolutely no one would be able to stop her when she gets her arm around him.

Sighing she stepped back, running her fingers through her hair which she wasn’t used to since it was quite short.

Pulling the lighter from her pockets, she threw it into the waste bag where the cop uniform and blood stained napkins were and a small flame lit up automatically.

As they burnt slightly, the smell of smoke filling the room with sulphur and syrup, she carried a bobby pin with her and bent it to a similar length of a standard handcuff key before picking the lock of the handcuff around her wrist.

She groaned slightly, puffing with sweat running down her face as she finally picked the lock and finally got herself free.

She threw the handcuff into the burning fire before she began rubbing her wrists calmly, staring with a lost expression into the fire.

She carried the rest of the napkins, the roll-on she had applied, the bob pin and other things she had taken from the store and threw it into the fire, watching it blaze.

She stood there, staring into the fire, not even blinking when the fire made a small bang sound, probably from the handcuff inside.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open after some seconds, and she saw a scrawny looking guy, probably no older than eighteen wearing a T-shirt with the name of the store written across and old scruffy looking, brown pants.

He had green, almond eyes and chocolate brown hair that made his eyes really stand out in his square jaw face.

However he had a look of horror in his eyes as he stared into the fire which blazed in his eyes before moving to Theresa who stared at him blankly.

"What the actual f**k?!"

He suddenly ran out and Theresa was confused for a moment, and finally began to panic when she remembered the cops outside.

Could he have called the cops out there?

However, he suddenly ran in with the fire extinguisher and blasted it with full force at the burning area until the fire stopped, and everywhere stopped blazing from the fury of the fire.

"What is your problem??" He suddenly turned to yell at her, throwing down the extinguisher which made a loud, ear ringing sound before he approached her.

"Are you trying to burn down the entire store?"

"No." She coldly said before she made her way out of the bathroom, but he suddenly grabbed her hand, and Theresa was forced to turn to him.

"There are cops out there... and I can let them know there’s a psychopathic, mentally ill woman trying to burn down my store."

"I wasn’t burning down the store." She calmly replied like she wasn’t minutes away from getting arrested again If he called in the cops.

"Half the restroom was about to burn down."

"But I wasn’t trying to burn down the store. You could clearly see I was burning something in the trash."

"Were you even planning on paying for the things you carried in here... including the clothes. Just who do you think you are?"

"Good. You don’t know me. I don’t know you either. Nice meeting you though." With that, she turned to leave again, but Andrew grabbed her by the colar of her leather jacket.

That was his first mistake.

Actually, his first mistake was not letting go of her the first time. His second mistake was grabbing her by the colar.

As Theresa turned, she landed a punch straight to his nose, and watched him stagger some steps back before dropping to the floor.

"I’d kill you, but I think I’ve killed enough people for today" She saw his eyes widen at her words but only flung the hand she used in punching him in the air, stretching her knuckles. "I won’t hesitate to change my mind if you come at me again."

Andrew just sat there, holding his bleeding nose as Theresa made her way out of the bathroom. However, before she reached the entrance, she bumped into someone and the person swore as Theresa backed away to glare at whoever it was.

The girl had on dark goth makeup, had ever single inch of her body tattooed, and had her ears, nose, lips and tongue pierced. Her similar green colored, almond shaped eyes studied Theresa strangely.

"Ashley..." Andrew’s voice was muffled since his hand was still cradling his nose. He said something again but it was muffled to the point of no one hearing him.

"Who is this.. a... and why does she look like she just robbed our store? Andrew you.." Her voice trailed off when Theresa advanced towards her, but Ashley’s eyes widened and she quickly ran out.

’At least her brain’s working this time’ Andrew thought as he was sure she was on her way to report her to the cops who were probably still outside.

"Sh*t." Theresa swore before she turned to Andrew whose eyes widened on wondering why she suddenly changed her mind about leaving him here.

D- did she want to kill him?!

He crawled back on the ground, staring at her in horror.

She probably knew where Ashley was headed, and running after her would be too late because she bolted out of the restroom like a missile.

"Where’s another exit out of here?" Theresa asked before she locked the restroom door from the inside.

Andrew trembled like a leaf in the shaking wind as she approached him, exuding a scary aura that threatened to drown him.

"I... "

The door suddenly starts shaking as the cops began forcing their way in since they were experienced enough and knew convincing the criminal to open the door like they were visitors was impossible.

"You sh*tty bastard." Theresa growled as she grabbed Andrew’s hair, yanking him up.

"T- There’s no exit here." Andrew almost cried. "It’s only one out there and it’s the entrance."

"F*CK." Theresa swore and she glanced around the restroom, hoping to find someway to escape, but there truly was no way.

Bam!

She turned in horror to see a cop had smashed through the door, making a rat sized hole at the centre of the door, and they were slowly peeling the rest off, gradually.

"Sh*t." She quickly pulled Andrew close so that his back was against her chest and her arm was wounded around his neck while he struggled to get out of her hold.

She ignored his hands clawing at her arm as she reached into her pocket to pull out a pocket knife just when the cops barged in with their guns aimed at her, Ashley following behind like a drenched puppy.

"Put your hands in the air!"

 

Chapter 246

She ignored his hands clawing at her arm as she reached into her pocket to pull out a pocket knife just when the cops barged in with their guns aimed at her, Ashley following behind like a drenched puppy.

"Put your hands in the air!"

"Don’t you fucking shoot him!! That’s my brother!" Ashley yelled, but the cops still had Theresa on gum point.

"Put your hands where I can see them M... " One of them said, not sure if to refer to as the stranger as Mr. or Miss or Mrs.

"You shoot, and I kill him... I know the exact spot to swipe this sharp blade across and end it, so don’t think I’ll let him go easily." Theresa warned and Andrew’s eyes widened.

"Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot" Andrew stammered, almost coughing blood up when he felt the blade press into his neck.

Ashley stared helplessly at the two before turning to the cops.

"Do something guys!"

But the cops stood there, confused, not knowing the next move.

"You call for back up, I kill him. You raise your guns at me, I kill him. I’m not dangerous... I only came for some things in the store."

With that, she began dragging him out of the restroom when the cops lowered their guns. As they parted with Ashley trembling behind a cop’s shoulders, they watched Theresa lead Andrew outside.

They quickly follow from behind, ensuring they weren’t close enough to trigger the Psychopathic woman who might kill Andrew.

"B*tch" Andrew cursed as Theresa roughly pulled him out the driveway of the store.

"You got a ride?’ Theresa said, gripping h harder each time he kept struggling.

"What?"

Theresa bit back the urge to just kill this idiot as her eyes raked over the empty driveway. Other than the cop car, there was an old pickup truck sitting across it.

"Is that yours... "

"Yeah" He took a breath. "Why do you ask?"

"You got the keys?"

Realizing what she planned on doing, he kept mute.

"I will stick this blade into you fucking empty skull of I have to repeat myself each time I ask you a goddamn question!"

"Okay okay" He raised his hands while Rolling his. eyes. "It’s in my back pocket."

He was reluctant about letting her have it since it was his late father’s old pick up truck which he treasured more than his wife even before he died, leaving the key in his hands, along with the key to the store.

"You’re coming with me."

"Wait... what?"

In minutes, he found himself tied up on the Passenger’s seat of his own pickup truck with a pile of ropes kept at the back for emergency.

As she started the ignition, she noticed Ashley shouting something she couldn’t comprehend while raising her middle finger, but she just leveled her eyes at the cop car before driving forward and slamming onto it so that the car moved on it’s own before slamming onto the wall surrounding the store with a crash sound.

"You are crazy!!! You are asshole apeshit crazy!! Do you know that???!"

She turned to him with a cool glance and he quickly shut up, their eyes locking in a stiffening glare.

"I’m considering shuting your mouth with my pen knife going through your tongue like butter. How does that sound."

He gulped and shut up as she sped out of the place like a mad woman, only driving at a normal pace on reaching the highway where there were several other cars.

Andrew didn’t know how long they were driving, but he definitely knew he had to ask when she was going to stop running his fuel low.

"So where are we going? Are you probably taking me somewhere quiet to kill me? Do you perhaps want to kidnap me and ask for ransom from my family?"

Theresa just smirked without a word.

She did finally speak up when they were stick in traffic, and she couldn’t pull back and zoom away like she has been doing.

"Killing you would actually be a waste of my time and energy, and you are no use to me even if I wanted to kidnap you and use you for ransom. Looking at you, I can tell your parents wouldn’t be able to afford whatever sum of money I want."

"Well, I see your words are mean and unfiltered, but I’m not surprised it’s coming from an Amazon pirate warrior."

"I can stop you in the middle of this busy highway and kick you out Infront of an oncoming truck, and I won’t have to bear the consequences of anything."

"This wouldn’t have happened if you had just gone to another store." He murmured under his breath, turning away to grit his teeth.

"No... This wouldn’t have happened if not for that bitchy sister of yours. If you had put out that fire and I had made my way out, I wouldn’t have to be speeding off in an 80 years old pick-up truck with a kid in the Passenger’s sit."

"I’m not a kid. I’ll turn 19 soon."

"Exactly."

He raked his eyes over her body before curiously raising his eyes to her profile since she had started moving again.

"You can’t be older than 20. I might be older than you."

"Ahhh " She smirked ruefully. "I know that method. You’re obviously going to rile me up to tell you my age by claiming you’re older than me when you know you aren’t. Well, I’m not afraid to say it. I’m a thirty five year old woman."

His jaw dropped.

"You cannot be serious."

She ignored him.

"Well, what did you get into prison for?"

She gave him a surprised glance.

"How did you know I... "

"I wasn’t too sure and I didn’t want to be quick to make rash decisions, but I’m not blind. I saw you wearing an officers uniform, and then next minute you’ve changed out of it and you’re burning things up in the restroom. It’s either you escaped from jail, or you helped someone to."

"The former" She suddenly had an evil glint in her eyes. "Do you really want to know?"

"Know what?"

"What I got into the Meds. station for."

His eyes widened.

"You were once from the psychiatric hospital?"

"Yeah?"

"I stand corrected then. You’re a crazy woman."

"Thank you for your extremely kind words." She sacarstically said, turning a sharp left.

"So... what did you get in for?"

"Guess."

"Murder?"

"No."

"Robbery."

"No."

"Cannibalism."

She gave him a look.

"No."

"Well, those are the only ones I feel you could be related with so... "

"I’m a pedophile."

*

Andrew gave Theresa a wary look from the rims of the menu he had over his face.

They had pulled up Infront of an eatery, and this time Andrew didn’t evev mind paying for them, he was starving.

And he had no choice though.

Ever since Theresa told him the reason she was taken to prison, he couldn’t stop seeing her differently now.

"How old were you?"

"25." She casually shrugged.

"And he was 11???"

"Yeah."

The waitress arrived with a smile, but it threatened to falter on seeing Theresa’s appearance. She looked like she sold hard drugs on a high way bridge.

"U.. um" She managed a smile. "Welcome to fast fantasies eatery. What can I get you?"

"Greasy burgers... It’s been so long since I’ve had them."

As the waitress put it down with a confused expression, Theresa gave Andrew a knowing look which meant she knew he understood why she hadn’t tasted greasy burgers in a long time.

"And you sir?"

"I’ll have the same." He managed to say and watched as the waitress left immediately, almost like she was trying to get away from something as quickly as possible.

"Is he dead?"

Theresa glared annoyingly at him.

"You’re asking too many questions for someone who’s just paying for my food."

"I’m just curious... "

"Of course he’s alive. He’s the reason I escaped from prison."

Andrew folded his hands on the table and few closer to her, slowly wetting his dry lips with his tongue.

"You escaped from prison after ten years of your stay?"

"Security’s mean tight... " She smirked as she remembered Aaron. "But I guess hope was smiling on me this year."

"haven’t you thought of the fact that he may be married or maybe ... had a girlfriend?"

There was a dark glint in her eyes as she looked at him and he couldn’t help but pull back, gulping softly.

"If he does have a wife or girlfriend.. I don’t really care."

He blinked.

"So you’ll move on? You don’t care anymore."

"Oh no.. that’s not it at all." She chuckled, but kept silent as the waitress returned and dropped the steamy greasy burgers and fries before them with a medium sized soda each.

"Anything else?" She politely asked, ensuring she didn’t make eyes contact with Theresa.

"Do you have a phone I can use here?" Theresa suddenly asked.

"There’s a phone booth outside" She politely replied, pursing her lips to hold a smile on her face.

"Ah!" Theresa smirked. "Thank you."

As the waitress left, Andrew focused on her.

"Then what?"

Theresa sighed.

"What’s there to it. I’ll just kill her and move on with him."

 

Chapter 247

"Well, Talia has a lot to make up for. A simple apology message isn’t fixing the fact that she didn’t raise the proper welcoming banner." John persistently insisted as the two got into the car after Jephthah helped him carry his luggage from the terminal.

"Grow up asshole. She couldn’t have chosen work over you. Besides, she had a really important photoshoot to get to."

John rolled his eyes.

"Is this Talia’s car?" He asked to liven up the moment in the car as he drew the seat belt across his body to buckle it in after Jephthah strictly told him to.

"It’s Ann’s" Jephthah casually replied.

John suddenly turned interested.

"Who’s Ann?"

Jephtaph’s frowned.

"Didn’t Talia tell you? I thought you agreed to stay with her."

John got further confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ann’s your roommate."

"Oh sh*t. This is her car? A Tesla? Wow. I’m going to be living with someone beautiful and f**king rich at the same time."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Don’t even get any ideas about Anna. Seriously dude, if you hurt her, I’ll.... "

"What’s up with you and Talia being so over protective about this girl. She’s going to be my roommate... "

"And she’s my girlfriend’s best friend" Jephthah turned to him with a serious expression. "If you hurt her, I’ll kill you before Talia does. There are so many other girls you can roll around the sheets with, but Ann is off limits."

John rolled his eyes.

He was going to tell him he’s found his mate, but how will he explain that he doesn’t even know how his mate looks like because he couldn’t even find her.

Even Alpha Kris his father couldn’t give him an explanation as to why he couldn’t find his mate, and it scared him that his mate was probably dead.

But how could he feel her scent getting stronger and stronger each day when she was dead as he presumed.

"Can we stop over for a quick Lunch. I didn’t have breakfast." John suddenly said, turning to roll down the windows and stare out to admire the beautiful city of France.

"Sure... How’s dad by the way."

"Work work work.. as usual. You know, I still can’t get over the fact that you were living with Talia in her hotel room posed as a personal guard so you’d spend more time with her despite the rules?" He laughed as he said.

"Idiot... you know I didn’t know about the rules. However I couldn’t stand to stay there when her reputation was at risk if they found out."

"It’s still funny when I think about it though... by the way, we still have so many to catch up on. Like the night you two found out you were mates and you marked her and then you... "

Jephthah blushed.

"Shut up."

"You have to tell me everything... I’m your beloved brother."

"You’re an asshole. Get down. We’ve arrived."

*

LAST NIGHT

Angela was prancing around with a phone in her hand while the other woman sat on the chair, legs crossed, looking completely unbothered.

"She should have called by now." Angela said in a worried tone.

"If she was really confident that she’d leave that cell gate today, then she should have called yesterday."

"They did raise reports on a missing criminal. I’m just worried she didn’t make it out still."

"Well, we wait till evening. Tomorrow," She stands and Angela raises her eyes to follow her movements. "We begin the plan."

As she walks out, Angela sits solemnly on the bed, staring at the screen of her phone.

Suddenly, it starts to ring with an unknown number.

*

"I won’t run away away.. " Andrew sighed.

Theresa calmly wiped the edge of her mouth clean with a napkin before tossing it to the ground and giving him a look.

"Get up. I’m going out to make a call, and I can’t trust you to sit still and not run around calling for help that in you’re in a psychopathic mentally ill woman’s possession."

"Well, if you put it that way... " On seeing the cold glance she exuded from her eyes, he rolled his eyes and got up, throwing his hands up in surrender.

"Fine let’s go... "

Minutes later, they were inside the telephone booth, and luckily for them, no one was around, so she was confident about making the call without getting recognize.

As she dialed the number, Andrew couldn’t help running his eyes over her body a few times without realizing it.

However, when she glanced up on feeling his sultry gaze, he pretended to look somewhere else, flushed from having caught staring at her.

Theresa just resumed dialing the number, this time he missed the smirk on her face before she raised the phone to her ear.

It rang a few times before it finally picked.

"Theresa???"

Theresa’s smirk widened.

"Have you been waiting for my call."

"Yes" The woman sighed like she had been holding in her breath. "You got us worried... actually I was the one doing the worrying."

Theresa wasn’t surprised. The other woman was just a mystery that none of them could solve. She just came out of the dark wanting to use them for her plan in which they each get something in return and that was it.

She wasn’t expecting someone like her to worry.

"Where the f**k are you?" Her voice was hushed like she was somewhere she was prohibited from Talking.

Theresa held the receiver to her chest and turned to Andrew who snapped from his reverie on seeing her intense gaze directed at him.

"Where are we??"

"Uh... " Seeing she was in a hurry to answer, he glanced out and read the location off the eatery’s billboard. He turned to her and told her.

Theresa went back to the call and told Angela where she was.

"You’re still in the OTHER SIDE... I don’t think I can arrive there before the night ends. Do you have anywhere to spend the night at before Tomorrow."

"Angy are you serious?" Theresa bit her lip disappointedly on hearing her words. She really hoped they’d pick her up, because initially she didn’t even have an idea of where to reach them in the first place.

Angela sounded apologetic.

"I’m sorry... but... "

Theresa found herself staring at Andrew’s profile as he stared out the booth.

"You know what... I’ll let you know if I’ve found a place to sleep for the night. Just... don’t worry, okay?"

Angela sighed.

"Okay... "

With that Theresa put down the phone.

"Give me your card." She suddenly said and Andrew gave her a blank stare.

"What?"

"Your credit card... " Theresa pulled out her hand and cupped it infront of him, instigating that he out it there.

"Why do... "

"I’m not afraid of killing you here, you know. I’d take the card and keys and run off anyways."

Hearing him curse as he pulled out his card, she smirked.

After taking the card, she opened the phone booth and like they planned, they went into the car, and she sat on the driver’s seat.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Andrew.

"What? You think staring that hard at me will bore holes through my head?"

"Why didn’t you tie me up like earlier?"

"I’m heading out to the middle of the road where I’ll drop you off and go my way."

His jaw dropped.

"That’s why you wanted my card.. a... and my car... "

"I’m guessing I could run it through by spending a night at a motel or something." She replied nonchalantly.

"But that’s all the money we have left. And that’s my dad’s car. You can’t just take it, and leave me stranded on the road like I’m some vagabond."

"I’m the criminal here, I’ll do what I want." She replied humorously and he bit his lip as he thought of how to convince her not to leave him stranded because he knew she wasn’t joking.

"You need my car to go to a motel where’d you spend the night right?"

"Yeah?"

"And you obviously called your friends to come pick you up, and I’m guessing the reason you’re looking for where to spend the night is because she can only come get you in the morning... "

"Get to the point. I’m not really a patient person."

"Look," He licked his lips as his hands trembled a bit, hoping she agreed. "I can follow you, okay" He saw her smirk but he continued. "I can follow you to the motel, then we can spend the night and tomorrow your friend can come pick you up, and I can get my car and none of us have anything to loose, and you’d be far off the city if you think I must have to the cops."

’He’s quite Daring’. Theresa thought as she turned a sharp corner, getting quite familiar with the road since she’s lived In the other side all her life.

Her father was a werewolf, but he married a human, and they ended up birthing a human as well.

She was that human.

"Since you’re quite persistent, and you’re using that brain of yours... I think I’ll accept."

There was am excited glint In his eyes as he released as breath of relief, but he froze when he heard her say.

"But we’ll have to share a room in the motel."

 

Chapter 248

Andrew gave her a horrified stare.

"I’m not staying in a room with a psychopath."

"Either that or I’ll throw you out this car onto the road right now, I swear it."

He fumed angrily, but turned away, hiding an unfathomable look in his eyes. The idea of Sharing a room with her stirred up weird feelings in his body which he only experienced when he was just about setting his laptop and lotion to watch porn.

How could you even think like that Andrew? He suddenly berated himself, feeling angry at himself for thinking in such lewd way. She’s illegally an ex-convict, probably had to kill to get her way out, and she’s way older than you. Plus, she has a lover who she’s still weirdly obsessed with.

Theresa turned a bit to his side to see the state in was in, like he was internally struggling within himself about something and she just casually turned away with a knowing smile on her face.

She was quite insecure after her escape since she had her hair cut quite short, and one of her eyes was completely decapitated, but with the reaction she’s been getting from someone like Andrew, she was quite confident that she couldn’t have been completely ruined physically.

Thinking about Andrew’s words about Jephthah, her grip on the steering wheel tightened. He couldn’t have possibly dared to get a girlfriend or wife. Even his mate would reject him- she made sure of that.

She made sure to ruin him mentally and emotionally so the only person who could approach him was her and her alone.

If any other female had dared to come close to him, she would end her life In the cruelest way possible. No... she wouldn’t just smash her head with a handcuff or strangle her to death, she would make her suffer first.

Theresa couldn’t help a sinister smile crawling up on her face as she drove, thinking of all the worst, unimaginable ways to torture someone.

She could leave her tied up on a chair with nails on the seat and hot coals to put her feet in while she watched her and Jephthah together without a choice since her eyes lids will be wide open with the hot coals burning her feet.

"There’s a motel up ahead." Andrew said, hoping she’d stop at this one because the place was cheaper, and he wasn’t willing to spend his entire life savings in one night on someone who was planning on robbing him even.

Theresa finally snapped out her reverie before she made a sharp turn and parked right away in the drive way.

Andrew gasped as he held the airbag before turning to her as she pulled key out after turning off the ignition.

"I’m guessing this is your first time driving after ten years?"

She grinned at him but it was full with mockery and mirth glinting in her eyes.

"Get out of the car."

He grumbingly stepped out and followed her in. The motel was quiet and he doubted they even had anybody in there.

The reception was small, dirty and quiet except the snoring of a girl who had her head on a desk.

Unfortunately for her, her sleep was cut short from one bang on the table by Theresa.

"W- welcome to Chivalry motels room service, how may I help you?" She instinctively said on sitting straight up In her chair.

Andrew thought it was really funny, but Theresa just slid his card across the table.

"I’ll need a room.. with a working bathroom, running water and fresh towels."

The girl grabbed the card and smiled at Theresa despite the dead pan expression the one eyed woman had.

"That will be the V.I.P room. I’ll call in the room addentant to take you up, if you need anything, there’s a receiver in the room."

Andrew almost blew a fuse on hearing Theresa was going to be paying for a V.I.P room for both of them.

Seriously???

He was saving up for his new semester classes in college and in one night he’s already spent all his money for textbooks on greasy burgers, fuel, a stupid telephone call and now a V.I.P motel room.

Could this night even get any worse?

The receptionist called in a room attendant and as he led them up, Andrew noticed the receptionist was giving him a look.

Well, he guessed that’s the kind of look he gets if he’s heading up to a V.I.P room with a woman old enough to be his mum, and they’re clearly not in any way related.

As Andrew stepped into the room, taking everything in with a dropped jaw, the attendant outside handed Theresa her card which she used earlier.

"We have a new menu for dinner if... "

"Oh that’s okay... we’ve eaten already. By the way, do you have a telephone booth around here somewhere."

The man shook his head.

"Ma’am, if you do insist on making a call you can use my phone."

Theresa managed a smile.

"Alright, If that’s fine with you."

After making further plans on when she was going to use to the phone, she finally got into the room, ensuring to shut the door behind her before locking it.

On entering into the room, she noticed it was quiet.

"Sh*t" She swore as she burst into the toilet, thinking he had escaped, but he suddenly turned to her, holding up a soap.

"Do you know much these cost in the supermart? Did they actually tell you how this room cost?"

She rolled her eyes as she casually shrugged off her leather jacket.

"Does it matter?"

"It won’t to you, but it’s my card and my money... I’ve been saving up all my life for college and ... " On seeing that she wasn’t showing the slightest hint of interest at his words, he just sighed and rolled his eyes before leaving the bathroom.

However, she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him so that the next minute his back was against the bathroom door and she was cornering him.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

He stared at her with a confused expression, aware that her eyes were boring holes in his.

"To the room?"

"Are you f**king kidding me. You are not leaving this bathroom until I’m done here."

Andrew’s eyes grew wide in horror.

"I’m not watching you take a shower. Look, if it’s about running, I’m not even doing that sh*t okay? I just want my card and keys, okay? So just stop carrying me around like I’m some purse. I’m not running away."

He pulled away from her grip before heading to the room, not even caring if she dragged him back and decided to murder him on the bathroom floor.

The fact that they’ve spent so much money tonight had him growing eyes bags and wrinkles as he thought of how he was going to make back this money in the next three days.

His mum or sister wasn’t doing anything but spending his money, so those ones were crossed off his list of people who he could turn to for help.

That’s leaves him with nobody

And now, Theresa comes into the picture, and she doesn’t only run out all the fuel in the car, she spends more money that he’s ever spent on himself in days.

He took off his shirt, leaving his lean, muscular upper body bare before unbuckling his pants.

He was about to drag them down when he thought about him and Theresa sharing the room.

Sighing at his perverted thoughts again he pulled down his pants.

Why did he think someone like her would even look twice at him when she already had someone who she was obsessed with?

He pulled off his pants, remaining only in his briefs before throwing the blankets over his body, hoping he could sleep off and just forget everything that happened tonight.

Maybe if he slept off, he could wake up back at home in his own small sized room and realize this was all a bad dream and maybe he had his mother’s three day old meat loaf for dinner again.

With his hand crossed over his eyes, he gritted his teeth in seething frustration when he realized he really couldn’t fall asleep like he intended to, and suddenly the bathroom door was open and a figure stepped out.

His first mistake that night was not sleeping on time.

His second mistake was prying his fingers off his face to look at her.

She was wearing her inner clothing which comprises of a white crop top that barely concealed her stomach down to her waist, and that was all she had on aside a panty.

He almost puked blood on seeing her absentmindedly run her hands over her short hair as she sat across him on the bed.

He had to admit to himself that he had never seen anything quite attractive.

As she suddenly got into bed with him, she noticed him tense.

"Why are you acting like this is the first time your shared a bed with a female?" She rolled her eyes with a snicker as she pulled the blankets over her leg as she made to sleep, turning to the other side.

"Because this is my first time sharing a bed with a female... and an attractive one at that." He mumbled without realizing she heard it.

However when she turned to him with narrowed eyes and a smirk, his mouth fell open when he realized she heard what he said.

 

Chapter 249

Andrew suddenly flung his hand and shielded his face with his palms, hiding his flushed expression.

"I did not just say that."

Theresa turned to him and casually leaned her head on her hand, her elbow supporting the weight of her head on the bed.

"You think I’m attractive?"

"No... I mean... Yes.. What I mean is... "

However, with each word he blurted, her smirk kept growing wider until he couldn’t say anything any longer but just stare at her.

"I don’t like beating about the bush" She said, and his eyes grew wide in panic when she suddenly rolled over and was straddling him the next second with her hands fisted at each side of his head, the ludicrous smirk still on her face. "Andrew, right?"

He lay there, aware that his lower region was growing incredibly hot, and sweat beaded his head despite the A/C was on full blast in the room.

What was happening to him???

"Do you think I’m attractive? And..." She leaned in closer and he turned to the side, giving her a view of his side profile as she snaked her finger over his neck, running it across his chest.

"How come you’ve never shared a bed with a woman before? Are you perhaps... " She suddenly trailed her eyes down his stomach, lower down his...

His brows suddenly furrowed and his face could be mistaken for a tomatoe as he turned to glare at her, not minding they were just inches from making lip-contact ."I’m perfectly in good condition thank you, and before you make any other assumptions, I’m straight."

She parted her lips to say something, her finger still drawing invisible circles on his chest.

"And yeah" He shrugged. "Is it bad to think you’re attractive? Not for any perv. reasons, I just think you are."

Theresa would never admit she was swooned and extremely relieved and happy that he thought she was attractive. But she was more interested in why someone like him haven’t had a woman in his bed before.

"So, you’re a virgin?"

He tried to push her off him, but she held the side of his legs with her knees, and he almost puked out blood when he realized she was in her panty, and the sheets were what prevented her from actually realizing where she was seated.

"I didn’t realize I was about to share a motel room with a curious pervert. Ever heard the saying ’Curiosity killed the cat." He spat.

Her smirk grew sinister as she suddenly grabbed his arms and held his two wrists above his head while she roughly gripped his chin and tugged his face up to make eye contact with her with the other hand.

"You’re under my mercy in this motel room, and as much as I like to just sleep and mind my own business, you’ve actually got me wondering why someone like you exists... I’m curious and I’d like to know if you are or not, but don’t threaten me sweetie, we both know who’s got the upper hand here."

"You’ve only got the upper hand because you have a weapon and you’re psycho." He retorted.

"I don’t remember using a weapon when I broke your nose in the restroom." She snickered and he blushed.

"I wasn’t ready. I didn’t expect you were going to just swing at me like a maniac."

"Okay... " She released his chin and left him staring up at her without holding him, and pulled back, still straddling him but with her hands braced on the space beside his head, not holding him down.

"I’m not with any weapon. You think you can manhandle me now?" There was a daring look in her eyes like she was encouraging him to try and have the upper hand when she was vunerable.

"F**k." He unknowingly whispered, throwing back his head with his hand crossed over his eyes.

"What?"

"Have you come into my life to torment me" He suddenly lashed out at her, but his words didn’t come out as mean as he intended. It was actually raspy and he was blushing. "You’re sitting on.. "

She raised a brow, but when she noticed something poking her down there, she smiled, but didn’t move a single bit.

"I doubt you’ve had a girlfriend before, and I’m 99.00% sure you’re a virgin. You’re just a naive perverted high schooler who... "

She gasped as she was flipped down to the bed, and in seconds she was staring up at him as he held down her hands to the side of her head.

Their breaths were ragged as they glared at each other, and the sexual tension between them was spiralling out of control.

"I’m in college." His voice was strained from anger.

"I see what you did there." She panted as she said in a breathless voice, but he just leaned back.

"Stop... " He suddenly said and she stopped panting hard, trying to catch her breath as her smile slowly disappeared.

"Stop what? Reminding you you’re a naive virgin."

"I’m a virgin" He turned red as he admitted, especially when a scornful, mocking look appeared in her eyes. "But I’m definitely not naive. Trust me." The way he naturally raked his eyes over her body before drawing it back to hers, got her growing hot and uncomfortable under his touch and looking frame over hers.

Hot, because of the intense gaze in his eyes that lingered in hers as he drew his lustful eyes over her body before locking it in hers again like he was holding back something.

Uncomfortable, because she didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. She was only intent on teasing him and nothing else. Why did she feel like the table turned against her?

As all the blood in her head rushed to her cheeks, he suddenly rolled off her and sat at the edge of the bed before pulling his shirt up from the chair he had thrown it to.

Theresa sat up, staring intently at what he was doing with furrowed brows and watched as he climbed back into bed after putting on his shirt.

Without a word, he turned away from her and faced the other way as he silently slept, and for the first time Theresa felt bad for what she did.

But since the feelings were quite new to her, she just turned to other way and slept, confident that If he wanted to run away, she’d wake up on hearing his footsteps on the creaky floor boards in a nano second.

"But I’m definitely not naive, trust me.... " Those words of his kept rummaging around her mind that for several minutes she couldn’t sleep, unable to get that image of him running his eyes over her body, out of her mind.

*

Talia tossed her bag to the chair as she got into her hotel suite, stretching.

"I need a long soak." She groaned, tired as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. It was 9:48pm and she was just finished with another photo shoot.

It was barely a month and she had eleven more months of agony with these people, but the pay was good and even though it was quite stressful, she enjoyed it and enjoyed meeting other foreign associates they were partnering up with.

As she ran some water into the tub, absentmindedly filling the tub with her entire soap, she read the messages she got on WhatsApp and her eyes almost gaged out her own sockets when she saw several messages from Jephthah since noon.

Jephthah: Babe, I just dropped John off at Ann’s. He’s mad at you, but I explained you were busy with work.

Jephthah: Are you back? I’ve been calling, it seems like you’re still at work. Even Ann isn’t picking up.

Jephthah: Please call when you get back, I’m worried. You’ve never stayed this late at work. Max said you were still at your photoshoot.

Jephthah: John said Ann isn’t back yet, and he’s been in her apartment for hours now. He asked for your workplace location. *laugh*

He sent several GIFs and stickers indicating how worried he was and how much he was missing her and tears of love pooled in her eyes as she pulled the towel off her body and got into the water, still on her phone.

She quickly called him as she soaked herself in, relishing the warm sensation that travelled up her body when she dipped her body into the water.

"Babe... " Jephthah quickly said like he was expecting her call, literally sitting there and just waiting. "Are you just arriving now?"

"Yeah... we had an extra photoshoot today, and we also had a meeting on the venue of the fashion show coming up. Tomorrow, we all have to head to Mademoiselle Marinette’s clothing store to get our measurements for the new designs Miller Asher prepared.

Miller Asher was a world wide famous fashion designer and was aiming to promote his new branch, Ash.

Just like Gucci, Versace, Louis Vuitton and the others, he was looking to make ’Ash’ the new thing in the world now, and what better way to promote it than letting the best and most popular fashion models of all time try on his designs?

"Be serious... You actually met Miller Asher. That guy that invented Ash? You guys are working with him???"

"You know the Ash brand?" She was clearly surprised.

"Yeah... that’s the guy John came here to meet for the business collaboration."

"Wait what? What business collaboration?"

"I’m heading over to pick you up now."

She dropped her phone into the bathtub on hearing his words, but she quickly reached in and pulled out her phone before casually placing it to her ear.

"What?!"

"I wanted us all to have dinner at Ann’s place. I told Ann not to tell you, so I’m picking you up now. I’m heading over and I’m pretty close. Get dressed."

She suddenly blushed without realizing it, noting the commanding tone in his voice which had a searing hot feeling running through her legs, causing her toes to curl in the bathtub.

"What if they see us together?" She bit her lip as she asked, a bit worried, yet excited.

"They won’t. I really want to see you."

She felt her heart melt.

He had this kid’s whiny voice as he talked, indicating that he really missed her. You would think they hadn’t seen each other in years and not just yesterday night.

"Okay fine fine. I’ll call you when I’m out." She answered, forcing a smile back as she ended the call.

 

Chapter 250

Talia raked her hand through her hair as she stared at her reflection one more time in the mirror before grabbing a lip balm.

Opening off the top, she applied it slowly to her lips which was drawled into a smile before she threw it into her purse and headed out of her suite .

On her way, she called Jephthah.

"I’m on my way out. Where are you?"

"I’m in the driveway. Ann’s Lexus."

"K." She simply replied before ending the call. However, she bumped into Maddy Belle on her way out the halls, the phone dropped to the ground, along with hers.

"I knew in some way you were disabled, but I didn’t know you were blind." Maddy sniggered as Talia bent to pick up her phone, but the snickering look on her face froze when she saw she just ended a call with someone name Jephthah with a heart emoji beside it.

"Excuse me." Talia didn’t even bother to exchange words with her as she walked past her, cradling the phone in her hands.

Strange.

Maddy Belle chewed on her lower lip as she contemplated on what to do, curiosity eating her up as she yearned to know where Talia was heading off too.

As Talia left, she went to her room to see Beatrice, her assistant.

Once the door burst open, Beatrice almost fell to the ground, close to knocking over the nail polish which was open before her as she painted her nails a shade of blood red.

"Beatrice get the keys... we need to leave, now!" Maddy Belle grabbed some shoes from underneath her bed and was already sprawled on the floor, dragging the boots up her feet.

Beatrice got up, rolling her eyes like the whole world was sitting on her upper eyes lids as she closed the nail polish.

"Where do you think we’re heading to by 10:03pm in the middle of the night?"

"I don’t have time to explain myself. Just put on some shoes.. you look decent enough already."

"It’s already past 7:00pm. We need our Manager’s permission before leaving this premises or the hotel manager won’t let us leave. Did you even think of that?"

"Well, call Simon. Tell him we’re leaving to go to the gym or something."

She tugged the shoe up her knees and shot Beatrice a dark glare when it looked like she wanted to retort again.

*

"Hey babe." Talia wrapped her arms around his waist, and in the dark driveway where no one could spot them, they shared a very short but passionate kiss before she led herself into the Passenger’s seat, and after he shut the door, he made his way to the driver’s seat and shut the door after himself.

"How did you convince Max to let me off?"

"Max and I have grown quite close over the days, Talia, and besides, he understands how much this dinner means to us... it’s like a date. Our first actual date."

She blushed.

"Well, consider it a double date actually." Jephthah said, taking note of Ann and John, and she burst out laughing and he hit the road.

*

"Let me help you with that." John said after staring over Ann’s shoulders, watching her cut for a while.

All the blood which had rushed to her face, causing her face to look like a tomatoe, gathered in her cheeks as she leaned back, her eyes swooning over him as he dutifully resumed cutting.

"T- thanks." She said still staring at him like she was enchanted by how he could look like he just stepped out of a painting.

Talia and Jephthah would be here any second, and she had just finished with preparing dinner, only to realize she forgot to dice some apples to compliment the array dishes on the table.

He had worn an apron over the dinner suit he was wearing for dinner, but he was so damn attractive with all his focus on dicing the apples that for a few minutes she just stood there staring at him until he felt her gaze on his face and turned to her with an inquisitive gaze.

However when she turned away, blushing furiously, he smiled knowingly.

"All done." He said, taking off his apron, and she followed suit.

She was in a plain dinner gown and after taking off her hair net, he saw she had styled her hair into a bun with hair ringlets falling down, cradling her perfect face.

"They look good." She complimented politely as she grabbed the tray of perfectly diced apples. "Where did you learn how to dice apples so perfectly?"

It was ridiculous starting up a conversation with dicing of apples, but she had to start from somewhere, right?

John grinned as he washed his hands before following her to the dinning where she laid it out amongst the dishes.

"Why are you keen on knowing that? We can talk about something much more interesting." As she turned from where she set the apples on the dinning table, she gasped when he suddenly corned her, his violet eyes buried deep inside her eyes like he was searching into her soul.

She swallowed, and felt her pupils dilate when his eyes slowly raked down from her face down to her neck, fascinated at how fair and blemish free her skin was.

Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and he felt the lavender scent emanating off her reek like she just stepped out of the trash. Disgust in his eyes, he suddenly pulled away, feeling that brimming heat searing hot in his body, making him uncomfortable again.

"John?" Ann stepped forward but he held a hand up, stopping her. "What’s wrong?"

"I don’t know." He replied in a strained voice, and honestly, he didn’t.

Ann suddenly glanced at her phone when it beeped.

"Talia and Jephthah are here."

"Uh... let them in. I’ll be fine." He managed a smile, and even if the look she had on meant she didn’t believe him, she still left to open the door.

He felt all his senses heighten all at once, a beautiful scent of blueberries filling the entire dinning room as she left, and his cannines Itching to bite something, and he was convinced his mate was close.

But who?

It couldn’t be Ann.

Maybe Talia and Jephthah brought another friend for dinner?

*

As Ann opened the door, she noticed Jephthah wasn’t standing next to Talia.

"Oh my God, Talia!! You look so beautiful!" She gushed with genuine awe in her eyes.

"Thank you.. " Talia blushed a bit, not expecting her reaction at all. "By the way, Jephthah’s phone fell into a compartment in your car, and he’s wondering if you know a way to get it out.. "

"Oh... that’s happened to me so many times." She chuckled as she side stepped Talia. "We’ll be back in a minute. Make yourself at home."

As she left, the smile on Talia’s face vanished, and she held the door knob, steadying her weight.

It was like there was a hot unknown feeling lurking in her body, setting every part of her sensitive skin on fire, filling her nostrils with the scent of Jephthah.

She had thought it was probably the mate bond pulling them closer, but it was weird that this pull kept growing stronger as she grew farther away from Jephthah, and she was so confused she didn’t understand what was going on.

Her legs almost gave way as she pushed the door open, and when she walked into the room, she threw her purse down, ignoring the heated tension she felt, pushing it to the back of her mind as she made her way to the dinning room.

"John... " She called, but her voice came out strained and she unknowingly grabbed onto the side of the wall, a sharp pain running through her head as her senses were sharpened, and she could hear the sounds of footsteps growing close.

Closer to her.

"Talia."

It was John, and with each step he took close to her, the scent grew stronger and stronger, and when she raised her head , they locked eyes.

There was this sudden wave of desire and heated connection they couldn’t deny they felt as they just stood there, staring at each other unblinkingly.

No one moved for a full minute, until Talia stepped back, a stricken look in her eyes.

John stepped back repulsively at the same time, and he had horror in his eyes.

"This must be a joke." Talia held the bridge of her nose and tried to laugh but it came out nervous and raspy before she glanced up to lock eyes with John again. "Right?"

"Talia... " John suddenly stepped forward but she began leaving.

He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

When he touched her, they both stepped back from each other again on feeling the sparks connecting them, rush up their hands, to their wrists.

"I’m going home." Her voice was curt and final.

He stared at her like he was stupid.

"Look, I know this is hard for you to comprehend, but it’s harder for me too. If you leave right now, Jephthah will only grow suspicious. Let’s just act like it never happened and talk later when we don’t have to worry about letting Jephthah know about this."

"So we won’t tell him? We’ll just act like ’this’ never happened?" They were talking in hushed voices, but she sounded very angry now.

"Do you want to tell him we’re mates?" John suddenly snapped at her and she froze when she realized what he meant. "Do you want Jephthah to know that his Luna, the love of his life is mated to his twin brother too?"