Enslaved By Alpha Damien

the call

Brianna's POV

Two days later.

I decided to put everything behind me. What happened the other day was humiliating, but I had to choose to let go. I wish it never happened, but it did.

“What are you thinking?” Adriana asked.

“Ooh, nothing” I lied.

When they called me to hang out with them, I couldn't just refuse. They are the only friends I have, even though they are humans.

Also, what bothers me most would be when they find out the truth about me. If they find out I am different, a werewolf, would they still like me? One thing I never want to lose is them and also their company.

I was also afraid to lose control whenever I was with them. The last time it happened I was lucky to have suppressed it. Out of all time, my wolf chooses to come out after all these years.

I fell into deep thinking again without realizing their eyes were glued to me.

“Brianna! Brianna!” Ana yelled.

I jerked. My eyes looked back at them and my shoulders dropped. Their expressions showed how worried they were about me. I have been spacing out for too long.

“What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you are still thinking about that incident?” Adrianna asked. If not for them, I wonder which hellhole I would have fallen into.

“No… no. I am not” I lied, but she seemed to have noticed. Ana also did, and their gazes softened. They wanted to console me, but then a call came in.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

The moment was disrupted by a phone call, and I quickly took my phone out of my purse. When I saw the caller, I became restless.

“Mom?” I called out.

"Come back home now," my mom said and hung up.

Did something happen? I saw thirteen missed calls from her. This had never happened before, except if something bad must have happened.

“What is it?” Both Adrianna and Ana asked, but I stood up. The only word I could utter was 'I have to go' before I sped out of the place.

My heart was pounding heavily as I then slid my hand to stop a taxi.

I could hear their loud calling from behind but I couldn't go back, neither can I put my troubles on their head. I have to face this alone. I said to myself and got in, then handed the address over to the cab driver.

“Drive fast, please. I will double your pay” I requested and in no time I was home.

I dropped a couple of bucks for him before running into the house. Though I was vigilant. An enemy might be lurking around, and I have to be ready to bring them down to their knees. Nobody would mess with my patents and go free.

However, when I got in, I was shocked to see both my parents seated on the couch. Their expression portrayed sadness. Even when they saw me, they were indifferent.

I was able to tell something was wrong, but gladly nothing happened to them.

“Dad… Mom…”

“Look in the bag” my dad cuts me off. His voice filled with so much pain as he pointed to a bag on the table. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at my mom, who was right next to him, expecting an explanation, but she was as sad as my dad. She avoided my gaze.

I flinched. My body ran cold, and I traced my step to the bag. When I looked at it, I saw a piece of clothing. The stench coming from the cloth alone was so terrible. When I pulled it out fully, I gasped.

Those were the clothes Damien wore. The handsome man whom I ruined. It was such a horrible sight and I could feel how he felt when he got these on.

My body became weak. I didn't know what to do next or say. Words became foreign to me. I never knew it would be so hard to explain things until today.

My head became blank as I faced my parents. I parted my lips to say something, but no words came out. Air was what escaped from my lips instead of words.

“I…” I stammered. I wanted to try again, but they raced me to it.

“Don't worry, we already know what you did,” my mom said. Her voice was a mixture of bitterness, pain, and fear. I could see her hands tremble, and so was my dad.

There was more trouble and I could tell. The cloth I was holding slipped from my hands down to the floor. This is to tell to what extent my body became weak.

How do I tell them it would be alright? How do I tell them all what I did the other day was a mistake? It was never meant to be? Why must I be a problem to them? Why must I do such a thing that made them hurt?

Why am I so unlucky? Even the moon goddess knew that. She tied me to fate because she knew I was worthless. Seeing the painful expression on their faces made me realize I deserve death.

“Mom, dad” I called out to them, but there was nothing more to say.

“We have gone there to talk to him already,” my dad said. For some reason, I felt relieved, but I didn't show it to them yet. I anticipated something positive. I know I won't be forgiven, but since my parents went there, I think things must be better.

“What did he say?” I asked curiously, but my dad only shook his head. It meant it was bad. The situation wasn't like what I thought. I became stiff again and my mom spoke.

“He requested for you to be sent to him. He wants no one else but you and failure would bring catastrophe upon us” my mom said with tears streaming down her eyes.

All the cells in my body died down, and I collapsed to the floor.

“He is giving you one day to decide. He told us there is no running from this. He is a strong Alpha, and it wouldn't be a hard task for him” my mom added, still pouring out tears.