The Lone Wolf And Her Superstar

"I reject you Olivia, daughter of Klaus and heir to the silver pack"

Those lines still ring in my head. The words he spew out in public made me quiver.

The thought of the man I went through hell to be with. I cried in pain as the memory of a few hours ago refreshes.

His devious smile, his battered teeth as he rip off the flesh of wolves. The daring glare that lingers around his face.

His eyes that blaze like fire. His claws dug into the flesh of others on his way.

Every tread he took like a leopard towards made me quiver. It was a marriage union turned into a bloodshed.

I was responsible for the war. Here I was in the woods, lost and wandering, with my white dress stained with blood and mud.

The cool breeze swept dried leaves on me, cobwebs covered my face as I stride deeper in the woods.

Coyotes yaps and fox snicker while the creepy sounds of insects tingle my ears.

Tears had clouded my eyes as I was a fool for love. His soft lips napping my neck and how he made me moan whenever we mated under the moonlight was something I couldn't forget.

"She sold us!"

Their devastated voices cried. Those were the voices of my pack members who trusted me, and were ready to give their lives for me.

However, I disappointed them just to please a wolf who belongs to no class.

He was an omega whom I fell in love and made him rise to power.

A man who I blindly defended even though it was against the rules to have a low caste mate. I claimed it would breach the gap between the high and low.

Sadly, it was the greatest mistake ever. The dress I was putting on belonged to my mother.

Oh the smile on her face when she realized I was finally getting married.

Her blessings were unending, and it gave me hope that I would rule together with the man who has my heart.

That smile was no longer there when he staged an attack. The fire that engulfed my pack and the howls of pups were still lucid to me.

"We should have never let a woman rule us!"

The gammas pointed out as some of them were devoured before my face. I had to stoop so low and beg at his feet not to hurt anyone.

Oddly enough, he mocked me to watching my pack burn to the ground for my sake. I never thought he would be so cruel and heartless.

He did well to pretend that he loved me when he never did.

Always giving me butterflies, showing fake affection that even the devil could buy it.

That mean wolf tore my mother to shreds right before my eyes. He captured the women and juveniles as slaves while flushing out the rest of wolves.

It was a massacre and made my heart wax hot. My regret was that I could do nothing to save them, as guilt ate me up.

The eolian sounds the wind made drew me back to reality.

Where I stood was quiet, lonely, and dark. I couldn't concentrate.

I fell to the ground, weeping and holding my lower abdomen which gushed out blood, I was shot by an arrow containing wolfs bane.

He shot me with his hands, spat in my face and whispered;

"Fucking you was fun"

The humiliation and embarrassment I faced because of him.

Love was blind, and I never wanted it to happen to me again.

The voices of pups howling and gnashing their teeth.

I couldn't move, and I was stucked, leaning on a trunk and breathing hard.

I would rather not die yet because I wanted revenge, I wanted to torture him and hang his head.

While lost in my evil and painful thoughts, I met him. A devil, I must say, trailing towards me.

He appeared like the wind, pacing towards me, his dark boats clomping at me. His appearance caused a great turmoil in the woods.

My vision was blurry and I couldn't see his face clearly. Though, I doubt if he had a face because he was partly covered with a hue.

wearing a dark coat that had scrolls pilled up as though they were designs.

I frets, panting softly, I was unable to move, yet I tried to defend myself.

I attempted to morph into a wolf, but the poison moving in my body stopped me.

My lips couldn't utter a word as he stooped to my level and scoffed.

"We're the same, revenge, that's all we need" he screeches, and it caused cold running down my spine.

Faceless and covered with hues, I feared that I might die from being afraid.

"Who...are...yo.u" I stuttered and groaned from pains.

The poison had gotten close to my heart, and I begged in my heart that he should save me.

"They call me the devil and I can grant your wish if we make a deal" his voice echoed and I felt feverish.

I heard of him, a demon who could grant your wish if you trade your soul.

People who made a deal with him never survived.

Though, I was ready to save my pack and prove to the wolverine society that a woman could rule.

All I wanted was to reverse the destruction he caused.

Rumor has it that he plays with your mind and emotions.

He always appeared to people distressed and those seeking revenge. This devil found me rightly.

He kissed his teeth, nodded his head and brought out a scroll from his coat which he placed on my thighs.

He inhaled me and bowed his head in the direction of my wound which drool out blood.

Everything was happening fast, and I had no chance to ask questions.

Quickly, without my permission, he dug his fingers into my wound and I growled loudly with pain as my brown eyes turned mauve while my fingers morphed into claws.

I could see countless events and scenes playing in my head.

All because of him, I was making a deal with the devil, all because of him.

Furs began to pop out of my body as I shook terribly, unable to control my visions and movement.

I felt him holding my index finger and causing me to draw a signature on the scroll.

He was a man of few words, they often say, but filled with horrific deeds.

He never takes permission before corrupting one's mind.

"Read the rules, warnings, and time on the scroll you've got, we just signed a blood covenant"

Those were his last words to me, I swallowed hard, attempting to ask a question, and he vanished just the way he surface.

I felt unease, mixed emotions and nausea inside, holding my dress in pain, I writhed and after a while, I clearly remember giving up the ghost.

***

"Ready? 1...2...3! Go!"

I spur my eyes opened, perturbed by that husky voice.

My ears detected instinctive voices echoing in the background.

As soon as I opened my eyes, blinding lights flooded me and I had to use my palms to cover my face to prevent the lights.

My feet stuttering backward, but then I felt a strong arm around my waist.

It was a manly arm and I dare not to look around. My body quacks as his warmth seam through what I wore.

His breath fanned the back of my neck, and I had a taste of mint.

He held me from falling. I was pinned to his chest, and then I felt his nose and lips caress the skin on my neck.

Ticklish and nervous, It got me hypersensitive as I tried to break out of his hold, but he wasn't letting go.

Lowering my eyes down, I discovered I was putting on something different, a blue crop top and a short dark skirt that exposed my thighs.

I needed to protect myself from these humans and as I tried to switch into a wolf.

This stranger suddenly shoves me around and gave me a ravishing kiss that consumed my thoughts.

My red eyes switched back, and I noticed that he was staring at me, locked his fingers with mine while exploring my mouth with his.

I didn't get a chance to see him properly as a lot rang through my head.

For a moment, my world stopped, time didn't tick, and the voices faded away. I was stuck with only him in this universe.

Annoyingly, I pushed him away to terminate the kiss and breathe hard.

How dare he? If only he knew how I detest men after going through all the pains.

I found it hard to think as voices crowded me, clicks from cameras.

Where the hell was I? The last time I recall, I was in the woods, and now I was here?

I could see big florescent lights like the sun hung up.

Fragrances of different kinds lingering in the room, unnatural cold sticking on one's skin.

There were some make-ups artists, I guess, dressing up some crews to look like the character they depict.

It dawned to me that I was in a studio and possessed a character.

My eyes were drowsy, and I fought hard to keep awake. I couldn't even move a step forward because I was glued to a spot.

I could still feel the presence of this stranger behind me.

His lips on mine as I wipe off the saliva he left on me.

I felt awkward kissing another man who was different from 'him'

A young girl raced towards me and handed me a bottle of water which I ditched to the ground.

Everything was confusing and I felt like suffocating.

She gave me a surprise look and then began to massage my hands, panicking.

Her eyes weren't looking at me directly as she looked so nervous.

"Hey relax, I know you're nervous acting with a superstar, gosh! This is spectacular, a dream come true" her feminine voice explained.

The way she behaved got me irritated that I felt like tearing her apart.

I hated humans and this was the worst place to be.

I specifically told the devil I wanted revenge on him. Not appear in the human world as a different person entirely and in a cast! How do I explain this?

Curiously, I narrowed my eyes at the people in front of me.

They were showing me scripts in their hands, speaking gibberish and telling me if I understood what I was saying.

"Come on, Tyler, it wasn't time for a kiss! The director would soon be here" a voice snarls. I took a glimpse at who spoke.

It was an old man who was wearing a headphone and sitting beside the camera.

I was perturbed, at how rowdy the place was, as all were concentrated on me.

I didn't get a chance to know who that strange man was that stole a kiss from me when I was about transforming.

It felt as if he kissed me purposely just to hinder me. Hastily, I jostle through these people, attempting to find a way out of this place.

Howbeit, it got me puzzled as I kept bumping through more and more people who obstructed my path.

They were looking at me like an alien, as my action shows, I was perplexed.

To worsen it, that girl kept following me and calling me a different name.

However, I suddenly halt when I heard a name that made me shudder.

A name that caused my misery, a name that made me commit my first murder.

A name that boils me inside, a name that made my heart skip.

I turned my face slowly to take a look. I could sense that every eyes were on him.

Eager to know who they were referring to, and my eyes found him.

There he was, the wolf who rejected me.

He was a distance away, crowded by the people here.

They shove their focus from me to him. He was attention seeking, I must confess.

The young ladies complimented his features and arrogant attitude that was enticing but from afar.

I could perceive how people shook with fear around him. They dare not stare at him in the eye.

It was difficult to see him, but I knew he was the one, I felt his presence.

I was lucky enough to take a glimpse of his face before he was enveloped by the people.

Our eyes crossed path and I could see a sided smile lingering around his lips.

He must have recognized me and gave me a gesture that I was under his jurisdiction.

The people here called him director, he must have returned after destroying my home.

Here, he played the king, but he was just a mere wolf with no powers in the wolverine society.

He was alluring, polished and maintained a stern gaze.

Handsome was an understatement. His voice never changes.

His style was tushy. He was solely the perfect prince charming.

This man wasn't my mate, but I made him mine.

I folded my fist and swallowed hard. It was now I finished him and settled all scores.

My head had already imagined how I would bounce on him, devour him and crush his bones between my teeth.

If only these humans knew he was a lycan wolf living among them. However, he had managed to create fear in them.

Tears of agony streamed down my eyes, they spoke of anger, pain, disdain, and hate.

It gladdens me that I got to meet him unguarded.

I cursed him in my heart and drew closer to where he stood.

Sadly, I couldn't see him because he was backing the crowd and muttering some words to the producers.

Subconsciously, I let out my claws, my fangs plunge out as I stride hastily.

It only took an inch to be at a proximity to him when someone suddenly pulled me to a room in this studio and slammed the door.

I noted that it was the stranger, the man who stole a kiss from me.

His presence always interrupted with my thoughts.

This was the second time he was stopping me from harming someone.

My back rested lazily on the door, his right arm arched above my head, and he was breathing hard as though petrified.

I fluttered my eyes as I became speechless. This place was a closet having a couch, large mirror and make-up items.

This strange man had a way of keeping me calm and jinxed.

I could see him clearly. He wasn't a male model, but he should have been.

The lush, mother black hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health.

His only blemish was that he was beetle-browed, and they sometimes knitted in frustration.

Flamboyant of character. He was also quick to crack a joke or fire off a humorous retort. I noticed that while I was in the studio.

His rakish clothes were a source of amusement to me, not least because they emanated an herbal smell.

He seemed molded from a different cast, as he had an androgynous look uncommon to most people.

Lacquered and enameled by the sun, he radiated energy and brio.

His mountain peak cheekbones appeared chiseled into shape by a master craftsman.

They were of such sharp contours, it looked as if they were sculpted and pared to perfection.

With eyes as bright and spellbinding as lode stars, they bewitched all those who fell under his steady gaze.

At last, I sensed my silent wolf. I named her Kate.

She winced, and her ears were lowered against her head. Her forehead was corrugated.

She narrowed her eyes, her muzzle quivering at him while her fur slightly erect. I knew she was anxious about this man.

His eyes searching mine as though piercing my soul to get an answer.

His left arm was around my waist as he glanced to and fro.

My breath ceased as I was finding it difficult to focus.

"What the fuck! You almost got screwed!" He barked, letting go of my waist and stayed a distance from me.

I was startled at his words, it could only mean he knew I wasn't human and was trying to protect me from revealing myself.

He made me curious to know him, perhaps, he was my watchman here.

I walked pass him as I figured out that he could be of some help to me since he knew I was a wolf.

I wouldn't hurt him yet until I was done getting revenge on my sworn enemy.

Hurriedly, I paced towards a mirror close by and then gasped at my face.

I was looking different. However, I was that shocked, as this was a chance for me.

The devil already hinted to me that everything about me would change if I were to get the prey.

It was a relief that he would see me as a different person and not the weak old Olivia.

"I want to meet the director, now!" I ordered, panting softly.

He scoffs and gave me no reply. His action made me feel he ridiculed my words.

I didn't know what he was doing behind my back, but I knew I wouldn't like him a bit. He should be scared that I could hurt him.

"Speak!" I ordered as I gave him a glaring stare. He eyed me and walked to towards the couch, sat down and rested his head.

If I could recall, they call him Alec, a rising star, probably.

It pissed me off that he was giving a rude attitude, just the way I prescribe him to be.

He looked exhausted and worn out. I watched as he shut his eyes, behaving as though something was troubling him.

"Hey, Ava, you aren't the star everyone wants, and you can't order me around" he pointed out in a lowly tone while unbuttoning his shirt.

My eyes trailed around his chest, which was toned and spotless.

I swallowed hard while taking my face away from him.

It was best I focus on the reason I was here. If this man was useless, I could feed on him tonight.

It wasn't time to be carried away by another man. I was never going to make that mistake.

My time on earth was limited and I had to act fast.

I search my body to find the scroll but it wasn't on me!

"Damn it!" I cuss, exhaled deeply and switched my eyes on this man.

He was irritated and itching all over his body.

Tyler avoided my gaze as he gently pulled off his shirt and hung on the arm of the couch.

I stormed towards him and began to search his body unannounced as I desperately needed that scroll.

He was the only man the first person who got a close contact with me.

Perhaps, he might have probably taken it. Besides, he was acting suspicious.

"Stop!" He roared, but I didn't listen. I could tell he detested what I was doing.

My hand suddenly felt something like a scar behind him that reminded me of someone besides krane.

Tyler hollered at me as he held my wrists preventing my hands from exploring his back further, and I unintentionally fell on him.

My nose rubbed his lip and my breast lean on his bare chest.

I could feel his heartbeat as my palms were placed on his chest.

I held my breath as we both stared at each other for a while, having no words to say.

"Tyler?"

A familiar voice called.

I rolled my eyes at who it was and figured out it was him, krane, my lover and heart wrecker.

Perhaps, fate made us meet at an unpredicted time.

He scrutinized me darkly and licked his lower lip. Krane does that when he was tensed.

Those eyes of his which bloom with love when he was around me, his gentle touch.

Tyler hauled me gently away and we both jerked up from the couch, accidentally holding each other's hand.

I felt Tyler holding firmly to me as though he would pass out at the presence of krane.

Somehow, krane made both of us nervous, but Tyler was weird, he appeared bold and sturdy, but he was just feeble.

"It's time" krane muffled, took a glimpse at his watch.

His eyes laid on me as though he were trying to feed his curiosity.

He possessed a latent, leonine power and always worked with purpose and authority.

I intended to break out from the bond, but Tyler's eyes pleaded with me not to let go.

He looked piteous and depressed.

"I don't want to anymore, at...this rate, I would lose my life..."

"Tyler, let's discuss this privately, outsiders aren't meant to be involved in family matters" he interrupted, indirectly referring to me.

"Can't I have a say? It's my life, you promised to..."

"Tyler!!" He barked and then gave me a glowering look that sent shivers down to my spinal cord.

Deep inside, Kate barked back at krane. It sensed his wolf, that connection was still there.

I scoffed, scrawl at krane and tightened my grip on Tyler.

Something was definitely cooking up between them, and I couldn't afford to leave krane's sight for one minute.

The only way to be this close is to be around Tyler.

The fact that they were related was interesting and intriguing.

I intended to figure out what they were trying to hide. It could possibly be krane's secret.

"I'm his girlfriend and I won't leave his sight, I know everything krane" I declared courageously without giving a second thought.

Tyler widened his eyes at me as though I made a grave mistake.

His facial expression was forlorn and had fear written as he exchanged signs with me, and I couldn't understand what he was signaled.

Krane snickers as he shut the door behind, locked us up with the key and stride closer to me, almost nearer.

We were both glaring at each other. However, Tyler suddenly appeared between us.

He stood in front of me and made me hide behind.

Shielding me from krane, who kissed his teeth and shifted his to Tyler.

"It certainly means I would have to kill her Tyler, she knows too much"

Krane had a disappointed look at me, perhaps, he wasn't expecting those words would spat out of my mouth.

Of course, I knew how he trampled on people to gain his success. However, his statement gave me turbulence.

Does that mean I would die a second time again in his hands?

Kate would have morphed out of me, but I had to control myself not to reveal who I truly was to him.

My eyes had passion in them, I didn't know how to control my emotions whenever I was around him.

I could tell I and krane were staring at ourselves intensively.

I realized that it would be difficult for me to exert revenge because the love I had for him was pure and irreplaceable.

He was someone who despised me and made me feel alive.

If I still had my initial face, would he kill me again?

I loathe him so much, yet I couldn't understand why I just won't muster the courage to harm him.

I pondered on why krane spared me after stabbing me with that poisonous dagger.

He must have his reasons because he never let go of his prey.

I saw krane bringing out a dagger from his coat.

That dagger gave me hallucinations as it was this dagger he used to stab me.

It made me forebode, bewildered as sweat bead down from my face.

I could still feel the tip of the dagger squashing deep inside my body.

I was whimpering behind Tyler as I dug my claws on his skin for the pains I got from the illusion.

Tyler let out a silent his, he must be aching from the bruises I caused him.

His skin wavered before my eyes, and I felt hungry for his flesh to rejuvenate my energy.

Though, it took me time to control my urge for flesh.

The courage I once had to devour krane was gone, as though he bewitched me.

I couldn't stand him, I was becoming weak and strained that I had to bury my face lazily on Tyler's back.

"She has nothing to do with this, she's just my co-worker" Tyler defended and I felt numb.

Sincerely, I never thought Tyler would attempt to speak for me.

"Tyler, she can't be around you!" Krane ordered, certainly trying to convince Tyler.

My wolf, Kate's mouth, was retracted. She was strong, but my human self was weak.

"You can control everything in my life but not who I choose to be with, I wouldn't hesitate to back out if you hurt her again!"

His lines gave me strength as i lifted my head slowly from behind him.

It was the first time I felt safe and someone defending me after krane.

The only reason I fell in love with krane was because he was my dark shadow, always protecting me from the danger since childhood

However, that was a tale for another day.

I felt Tyler's body temperature had become hot like a blazing fire all of a sudden.

I had to move a bit from him for fear of being consumed.

His voice had anger in it for the first time, he was still holding my hand.

I felt it, the grip of someone familiar that always made my heart skip.

My attention was averted from the bruises I caused him.

My mind was far away from being caring.

The sudden change in his temperature drew my attention to a night when I was lost in the creepy woods and found myself around a lake.

Bravely, I decided to morph into my wolf form and swim across but then, when I placed my paws in the water I stepped back.

It was boiling, and I noticed someone was inside the water.

That was my first encounter with my dark knight krane. Could he be Tyler? Could krane had hurt Ava before?