The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Seventy-Nine – Ex-Mate.

He knew the Alpha was gone after the confrontation with her mother. He had waited patiently to hear it. The pack was unprotected.

It’s not like he needed to get into the pack to see who he came to see. She lived away from the pack, along with his next secret weapon.

Johnson cracked his neck, crouching to his wolf form, he inhaled the chill breeze the night gave. His black wolf blended with the night and the only thing out of place were his red flaming eyes.

He sped to the house besides the only lake around and stopped right outside the door. He scratched on the metal gate, it was locked.

In one jump, he made it past the gate. No light in the house. He checked the back and saw a low blue light illuminating a room.

Shifting back to his human form, he wore his shorts and broke the back door, gaining entrance into the house.

Indeed the house was unprotected to be that of a high class model, like Garcia Carlos. He was stunned that she didn’t hear him breaking in.

He peeked into the room she was in. It was a white room, that looked like a cell, there was a bed, and on it laid a teenage boy cuddling on a giant Pokémon toy.

Garcia sang to him in Spanish. Johnson rested on the door, wanting to hear more but he snapped the thoughts of his head.

He didn’t want her anymore, and shouldn’t feel comfort in her voice, he was here to make that point.

Crashing into the room, his eyes regained their flaming color. Garcia jumped from besides her brother and stood at a protective stance.

“What the hell are you doing here!” she seethed seeing Johnson. Francis murmured in his sleep and she glanced at him.

“Johnson, the fvck are you doing here.” she said with a lower tone. He strolled into the room, pissing her off.

“Maybe I’m here to talk or to take your hybrid brother. But I wanna say, you’d would have made a good mom singing to pups like that.”

Garcia fumed hearing him speaking of her brother. He had discovered he was a hybrid?

She wasn’t surprised, she had been having such dreams already.

His scent would become stronger and can’t be hidden in the house. And she made preparations accordingly.

“Well, you’re outta luck! You’re either leaving or dying! You won’t touch him!” she shouted, her hands searched for the button on the bed.

Johnson titled his head. “Hmm, I’d take my chances.” His claws grew from their place.

Garcia’s eyes darted around for a weapon. Why didn’t the border security alert her of an intrusion? And where was her Alpha?

“You came into our pack today by yourself. You’d surely die when our Alpha gets a hold of you!” she pointed.

Johnson laughed, holding his chest. “Oh, how ironic cos I recently saw Luciana dashing out of the pack to kill her brother.’

Garcia’s eyes widened. Kill her brother? Nathan? What for?

“You think I’m lying, but did you know Nathan was actually a werefox, just like your brother is.” He searched her face for an answer. Only shock and anger were evident. “You didn’t, but now you do.”

“Son of a bitch! You won’t take my brother or Nathan. Bastard Alpha!” She seethed, her eyes glowing bright yellow.

Suddenly, the bed in which Francis laid brought out wheels and began wheeling itself hurriedly out of the room.

Johnson wanted to run after it but Garcia stopped him. “Oh, did I forget to add, you’d have to go through me first.”

The lights in the room changed to white and the room began expanding.

The cupboards went in and a cell like room appeared from inside the walls. There the bed that left the room, was, protected inside the call.

Johnson smirked. His little ex-mate had it all planned out, like in sci-fi movies, only he didn’t needs a robot to fight this war, he’s a werewolf, an Alpha werewolf.

Kicking her on the stomach, he punched at her back but she missed it, sending the cloth basket, besides her, right on his face.

She ran and activated the cell to prevent entry. Luminous blue light radiated in the cell and slowly Francis began to wake up.

A chair was broken on Garcia and she fell to the ground, using her legs she kicked Johnson down with her but rolled before he landed.

He smirked, writing in pain. “That’s a good one.” He glared at the cell and realized it was made with silver and steel and he wouldn’t be able to break through.

A refrigerator fell on him, stunning his senses and paralyzing him for a minute. Garcia panted as she dropped the fridge on him.

Francis sprang from his bed, looking at his surroundings. Through the glass he could see his sister, above a man who was shirtless.

He was sure it wasn’t one of those times he crashed in on his sister making out with men. Not as she had a fridge over him and an injury.

“Garcia!” he slapped on the glass cell. What was happening?

She couldn’t hear him, it was noise proof but she turned to him with a tight lipped smile.

“Hey! Look out!” he screamed pointing behind her but then a black wolf pounced on her, gripping down her neck.

Francis yelled, leaving the bed. “Leave her alone!”

Garcia couldn’t shift as the pressure to her neck prevented her from merely breathing. She struggled, with one hand, to release his grip.

The wolf snarled at her, swaying his head as she reached out her claws at him.

Pounding and hitting on the cell did nothing, Francis couldn’t break it but he neither could he watch sister dying.

His right eye began changing to blue while his left eyes stayed normal.

His vision changed and he felt his eyes water. He kept on pounding on the cell with all his might.

Making one last pressure to her neck, Johnson heard it break and her hands fell to the ground. Her eyes opened but life taken from them.

“Nooo!” Francis slammed himself on the cell to break it, it had a crack, he kept on slamming, burning with rage.

Johnson inched away from his ex-mate’s body, feeling an emptiness over his heart as he had taken her life, he hadn’t even accepted her rejection. It would surely take a toll on him.

The glass cell was breaking and he saw the boy was changing to another thing. He wouldn’t last for another fight, he slipped out of the room.

“Come back here!” it was growl from Francis as he broke through the glass, pieces shattering over Garcia’s corpse.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He crouched besides her, shaking her frantically. “Wake up, Garcia wake up!” his voice changed to growls.

She shouldn’t die, she couldn’t die. Not while protecting him, he wouldn’t forgive himself.

He shifted at the spot, his left eye assuming a yellowish green glow, he broke the walls and ram out to the front yard, searching for the wretched black wolf.

There was no sign of the wolf. A loud mournful howl resonated around the compound and into the pack, followed by a growl of vengeance.