Chapter 4 Telepathist

CARMINE

Carmine Red.

When I opened my eyes, it was as if I had awoken from a dream; I saw Marco and Melissa standing next to me, with the rest of my companions sat in the rear, laughing and gazing at me. My eyes shifted and I noticed a man in front of me.

He has white hair; he isn't old yet, but it is his natural hair color. He was a tall, broad- shouldered blond with white brows. He was dressed simply in black leather pants and a black shirt.

I peered into his oriole eyes, as if to express my delight at meeting and seeing him. His bodyguard was flanked by two men, from his left and right.

"I heard about what happened to you, and I apologize because I'm not sure I deserve to know."

My mouth opened but no words came out of me as he spoke with boldness and authority. I swallowed and turned to face Melissa, who gripped my arm and grinned.

"Don't be afraid; he's our papa and the group's leader."

"I understand if you're afraid, but I just want to let you know that you may call me papa like everyone else."

I returned my gaze to him. He abruptly extended his palm to me, and I cautiously raised my hand to take it; he grabbed my hand in his and smiled miserably.

"Carmine, welcome to our family."

I've made it home.

Their allies who have become my new and other family, and our father who stepped in for a genuine parent.

However, I tightly closed my eyes when I noticed a light, as if a door had opened. When I spotted three persons in front of me, I took a deep breath and put my palm to my face, blocking out the light.

What are their names?

My foot moved as though compelling me to wake up, saying, "Wake up."

My eyes opened to see three individuals in front of me who, despite keeping the light from reaching my eyes, did not provide a sufficient barrier.

"Hmm," I grumbled as I shifted my gaze to the other side, but they were serious about waking me up.

"Holy fuck, is that her?"

"Tsk!" Irritated, I scratched my head and looked up at them.

In the middle, I turned to Blake, who was now just staring at me; on his right and left sides, there was a man, but I had no idea who the other two are. I am not familiar with their faces.

"I thought their hair was stinky and long, but this one looks so different," he said, looking at me with his brows raised.

He has brown hair and glasses, and he is dressed in a white jacket that matches his black polo. I turned to face the another man, who had black hair and a scar on his left cheek.

"What?" I questioned, scratching my head once more.

"Time to eat."

I looked to my side, there was a tray of foods and a drink, I just stared at it for a few seconds before I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back at him again.

"What's her name again?"

"Carmine Red."

"Is she the missing daughter of Carlo and Anna Red?"

"Anna is not my mom," I coldly said before averting my eyes.

Anna isn't my mom, she isn't my genuine mother. Aly and I have the same mother but she passed on of an sickness, I was fair a child when she vanished, and nearly two months after her passing, father got remarried.

So Anna is fair our stepmother, I abhor her. She is exceptionally kind and caring to me indeed in spite of the fact that I am not her real child, but I still abhor her since she will never be able to coordinate the adore of our biological mother.

"Well, Carmine. Do you know where you're presently?" Inquired the man with the scar on his cheek.

I didn't reply, I saw Blake approach, he stooped down and took the nourishment, he begun to settle it to begin with. Looking ay me once more with the two men.

"You're in Blake's dungeon, you have no escape because it's the only house in this area."

A prison? That's why it's so enormous and I feel like no one can listen me. I turned away my eyes and thought, it's outlandish for me to elude, but it's moreover conceivable for me to take off in the event that I think accurately. But how do I do that on the off chance that I lose my belongings?

"We will have a compensate in case we are gonna report this to the government," He included but he abruptly fell noiseless savagely and uproariously Blake dropped the plate on the floor causing that to form a boisterous noise.

"No one will report this." He said earnestly and scowled at me.

"When they discover out that a rebel has entered, they will torture her, or in a straightforward way, they will fair murder her rather like how they murdered our comrades." The man with the glasses guaranteed.

I looked at him and frowned.

"Shut up," Blake stopped him.

"I know the government encompasses a spy in your gather, Carmine. So decrease your arrogance."

I have no more questions. At to begin with I felt like there was a backstabber to us but I didn't know or I couldn't decide who it was. Not as it were did I reply, I flickered and bowed.

"They are my companions," Blake guaranteed. "This one with glasses, he's Kian Lesve, he's my beta. And this one with a scar, he's Tonio, my cousin."

I didn't gesture, I didn't talk. I fair gazed at him and turned away my look. I'm not inquisitive about finding out who his companions are, I'm figuring out a way to induce away.

"She has to eat, you two got to go out. I'll pay attention of her."

"Careful, Blake. She knows a parcel to do." The man gestured and I just observed his companions walk away.

I grumbled, he stooped before me and spoke.

"Eat."

"I can't, you chained my hands." I listened to his difficult breathing, he came closer to me, I thought he was planning to expel the chain but he took the tray, he held the spoon and made me open my mouth. I might do nothing but take after him. I opened my mouth and I let him put the spoon with a nourishment interior of my mouth.

I didn't chew it, I gulped it rapidly and deflected my eyes.

"I've been here for nearly four days, when do you arrange to grant me to the government?"

"I won't," I angled my lips.

"Why? Do not you have got a reward once you capture the rouge and let the government know almost it? So, rather than detaining me here, fair give me to them. I do not like being held."

"You're my mate, and they can claim you from me."

"I don't care, after that, they will kill me too."

"You don't understand."

"Then, let me know ..."

He took a profound breath as in case he was limiting himself from getting irate. I saw the clench of his hand, my eyes coated as I gazed at him.

Why doesn't he harmed me presently? Why can't he adhere his palm to my face, to confront with force? He seems appeared in that way his revenge for what I did. Really he may have slaughtered me right now but he doesn't.

Why, is he anxious that once his Luna passes on the wolf interior him will moreover die? His jaw moved so I dodged looking, but I wheezed as he snatched my arm firmly and constrained me to show my face to him.

"You're hurting me!"

"When I give you to them, not only will you die but also me and our pack. Once they catch me not handing you over to them, everything will only get more complicated."

"Why don't you want to do that? We will both die, the problem will end. Just as simple as that."

"I'm still alive because I made a promise."

My forehead furrowed, when he mentioned that line he just stared into my eyes as if he wanted to convey something.

But I just can't get what he has to say .

"I'll stoop but I won't ask for them to keep me alive, I'll fair hold up for them to point the weapon at me and shoot it in my head."

I'm not frightened to die.

That's what I learned once I got to be a rouge bunch. I went through a a lot of things, they made a difference, a battle, they instructed me to utilize any kind of weapon, they instructed me to fight without any weapons. They instructed me to fight without my wolf, indeed in spite of the fact that I didn't know how to shift.

"No, you'll kneel to me and beg. I'll snake my hand around your neck, I'll make you beg until you cry for more, I'll choke you to lechery."

"For revenge, isn't it?" I smirked at him. "Well, Alpha Blake. I don't cry, I've had a lot of difficult paths so I'll make sure I don't get hurt again."

Even though I showed him courage, I couldn't help but be afraid, especially when his face was almost touching mine, we were just a few inches apart, and I was hardly breathing.

His blue eyes peered into my soul, and they were extremely familiar to me. Even if I've seen him four years ago, there's still something strange about that color. I don't comprehend.

"Yeah? Then how come you cried that night?"

My lips parted and my forehead furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"What the fuck are you," he whispered that almost the wind is the only one who could hear it.

He abruptly let go of my hand, he moved a small absent from me but he sat down before me and cleared out a small space. He can still see into my eyes. I know that he is still seeing our future together, but until presently I still haven't been able to do that.

What indeed am I.

I am distinctive from them, I am not like them who can run quick, I am not like them who bounce tall, I am not like them who can turn into a enormous terrible wolf, a big bad dangerous wolf.

I am fair a typical young lady, with an ordinary tallness and body. I never move, I never run quick, I never hop so high.

I never turn into a wolf.

My wolf is not here.

Or she's just probably dead, like my soul.

"Won't you remove this chain yet? It's already hurting my hands."

"You're dangerous," he promised. I stopped for a moment, I averted my eyes and gulped.

"Glad you know."

They taught me a lot that I'm sure others don't know, or they already can, since we are now in a modern era? I took a deep breath and bowed. I wonder what they are doing right now.

I wonder if they are already looking for me, if Marco is already punished by papa because he left me, if Melissa is already crying and cursing because she regrets that she didn't join our haunt.

"You killed the brother of one of our henchmen." He looked at me. "He's Luca, a sixteen years old omega from our pack. Why did you do that?"

I did not answer.

Rouges kill wolves anytime the moon is full, particularly when the moon is red. Exactly like a natural wolf, when the moon is full, we become more ferocious and kill more people, just like they do to us.

They consume us and rend our bodies apart. While we shoot, and watch them fall.

"A warning," I spoke but there was a weak voice.

"I can't believe it, your dad is gonna kill you once he finds out that you're here."

"I know that he knew for a long time that I became a rouge."

"And your brother keeps pestering us to find you."

"And you'll bring me back to them? no way, I would rather be killed from the government than be killed at the hands of my own father."

I abhor my father, he continuously reminds me that I'm not sufficient, that I'm crushed and I'm a dissatisfaction from the pack. And I despise my brother, he makes me feel like I'm alone, and he brings down my self -certainty indeed more, he abhors me as his sister.

And Anna, my stepmother ... she just... she just continuously need me to see good.

"I was perplexed, each day I was frightened and I thought there was another Alpha as of now claiming you."

"You know where I am, why are you still pretending."

"I don't," I looked him in his eyes. "I can feel you, but I can't find you. I feel once that you are sad, happy, or angry. But I swear I could not find the way of where you are. It was almost four years ago, that was the first and last time I saw you."

Why would he talk to me like that? Did I think he was a ruthless and merciless Alpha? He could not hurt me, I can feel it.

"Stop being nice and stop lying. I hate you too."

"I detest you even more, Carmine, for being away from me; my time is running out, and if you don't come back to me in a few more months or years, I'll lose you as my mate."

I feel like I experienced an epiphany. Months or years may pass before I completely accept him.

Strings tangled around our little fingers will vanish.

He'll also lose me as a partner.

Now, I just need a plan.

I looked at Blake.

I will try not to accept him.

I'll never accept him.

But is that even possible?

Once they don't love their mate, they will be force to do that since they are destined and was fixed by the moon goddess.

But ... what if I am not like them? And what if I can control how I feel?

"No, you're not. You have no other man to fuck but me."

What the hell?

He suddenly smiled at me, a smile of triumph.

He ...

He can read my mind.