ALPHA SIN

ARTEMISIA

“Please, don’t kill me!”

I stretched out my hand in front of me, shutting my eyes.

My heart palpitated, and my life literally flashed before my eyes.

I bit my bottom lip so hard to stop myself from letting out another scream.

I imagined how it was going to eat me, disjoint me, and leave my bones on the forest floor to be seen.

Likewise, I wonder who was going to find me first and goodness, I couldn’t ignore the gloat that appeared on Emma’s face in my imagination.

And I wanted to kill her more than ever. But I couldn’t. I was going to get killed instead.

My eyes watered and once again, tears I thought had finished from my eyes poured out.

I yelped as I sensed the wolf. Its head was close to my hand, and slowly I opened my eyes to peep at it.

My breathing stilled. I sniffled, and I gazed at the wolf once more.

The scar by the eyes couldn’t be mistaken. I recalled encountering it the last time.

Goodness, it was the black wolf! Perhaps I should have looked at it before yelling.

I had thought it was an enemy.

I let my hand caress its dark fur as it moved closer. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

It tilted its head and whimpered.

“You could have said something. I thought you were here to kill me.” I mumbled.

It didn’t reply. But then, werewolves don’t talk in their form.

I hadn’t encountered any, except for Sin.

I heard him only if I concentrated, and because of the mate bond as well.

The black wolf stared at me.

For a brief second, we gazed at each other, and I wished it could shift into its human form to know him more.

Maybe he was stuck in the form forever, I don’t know.

But I was certain of one thing: it didn’t want to transform in front of me.

There was a shift in the climate. It grew chilly, and I gazed at the moon.

The shadow behind it wasn’t present any more. It was a full moon, and I stood to my feet.

I believed werewolves would come out soon and maybe Sin as well to take me back to the house.

“I don’t know my way home. I lost myself whilst running out here.”

The werewolf stared at me as if waiting to explain what I meant by that, and I shook my head. “It’s a long story. We can talk another time.”

Or not, I said the last part to myself as I heard another growl.

This time, a large brown wolf appeared, and it wasn’t Sin. Sin’s colour was darker and far more beautiful.

The werewolf before us looked as though it had finished feasting on blood and needed more.

Its grey eyes trained on mine, and I staggered backwards.

I was going to die after all. The black wolf didn’t kill me, but this would.

I was sure of that.

I couldn’t run, my feet were stuck to the ground. Even if I could run, I wasn’t faster than a werewolf.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

It would catch up with me and tear me apart.

I stayed in the spot I was in as it drew closer.

My eyes shut on their own and I attempted to say my last prayer, but the black wolf sprang in front of me.

For the first time since I ran away today, I felt relieved. I didn’t know how I sensed it, but I believed it would take care of things.

SIN POV

“What do you want?” I asked Emma as she stepped into the room.

“Haven’t you done enough damage in my life?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please, is it because of my doormat of a sister? I am prettier than she is.”

I rolled my eyes at her assertion. Besides, I didn’t think Emma was even close to Artemisia in beauty.

The goddess blessed Artemisia with it.

She didn’t know she was even beautiful due to how insecure Emma made her feel all the time.

And comparing them would not make any sense as well. Artemisia, my mate, was incomparable and the best woman I had ever been with.

“I know you think so, too. How about we get down to business? I think it’s high time you stopped pretending.”

“What pretence? I am your sister’s husband. The least you can do is respect that!”

“I don’t care about her.” Emma dismissed with a wave of her hand. “I want you.”

She licked her bottom lips and undid the top button of the blouse she donned.

I averted my gaze as she sauntered toward me and sigh.

“You need to leave. I don’t want Artemisia coming here to find you in this room. She is still hurting from what you did the last time and finding it hard to forgive me.”

“What I did?” Emma snorted. “I didn’t ask to be impregnated by you! You should have learnt to stick your d**k somewhere else rather than in my vag*na if you weren’t looking for some sort of drama.”

I grasped her hand before I could help myself, “Nothing happened between us, you need to f**king tell the truth!”

“It’s not my fault you don’t remember what happened!” she flung back.

I tossed her hand away and stepped towards the couch. I covered my face with my hand and groaned.

Emma frustrates me. I didn’t know why she kept lying about what happened. I wish I had enough evidence. At least, someone to be a witness to believe I wasn’t with the witch.

“I don’t even care about what happened any more. You just need to leave.” My head raised to stare at her.

Startled, I flinched as she appeared in front of me. I didn’t know when she got to my side, as I was lost in thought.

“What are you…”

Emma shoved me to the couch and straddled me. “Hush, let’s just do this the last time.”

She whispered into my ears.

Getting over my initial surprise at her appearing in front of me and straddling me, I attempted to shove her off as her face moved in for a kiss.

At the same time, I tried to be gentle, as I didn’t want to be the reason she lost her stupid pregnancy.

The door to the room went ajar and Artemisia strode in.

She stood by the door, her eyes widening and her mouth hanging open.

“No,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

“It’s not what you think!”

I didn’t know if she heard me or not as I glimpsed the betrayal on her face.

She shook her head and staggered backwards. I shoved Emma off me and I stood to my feet.

“I can explain.”

“No…” I heard her mumble again.

I attempted to get to Artemisia’s side whilst explaining what transpired, but she ran before I could.