Hunted [First Half] ✓

Chapter Four: Blondie, The Beta.

CHAPTER FOUR: 

BLONDIE, THE BETA. 

{nvae nixon's point of view}

Who even enjoys morning? 

        My eyes softly parted and I am greeted by the blinding light from the sun. The clock continues to tick as it announced that it was already way past the morning. I groaned, basically annoyed at Hani's brilliant way to tear my eyes out of its socket as soon as I wake up. Argh! 

          A pain creeps in my feet, almost making me groan as the pain slowly build. Pushing myself up, I saw that my feet were bandaged and probably healing. Confused, I face my room and soon enough, my eyes almost flew out of their sockets as I got a glimpse of the unfamiliar surrounding. This is so not the cabin that we just rented and—

        What the f**k, why is my left handcuffed to the bedpost? My free hand wondered on the pockets of my leather jacket, finding the emergency equipment that Hani needed to navigate my whereabouts. 

           As my eyes continue to wander around the place, my hand paused when I saw a very familiar leather jacket in a distance, laying on a deep red fluffy looking couch. 

         I gritted my teeth, "Are you f*****g kidding me!?"

          Loud sounds of fast-paced footsteps invaded my ears and I groaned, realizing that I just announced to everyone that I am now wide awake. There were some muffled sounds outside and I couldn't even hear anything clear besides the words, 'yes sir' and 'of course sir'. Damn it, where the heck am I? If I'm a prisoner, shouldn't I be down at the basement? In a prison cell or something? What's with all the luxuries? 

          My eyes were fixed on the door that slowly parted as a man peaked his head on the side, looking around the room and soon enough, his eyes stopped on my figure where he meets my piercing stare. As if on impulse, he jumped as he entered the room and my, oh my, does he look fit! The contour of his body perfectly complements his face and there's nothing to deny that he looks fine. Even with his shirt, I already know how much ripped the man is behind those.

          However, I can't just push away the fact that the word 'mongrel' basically screams in his whole image. It's one automatic thing in their kind as they do nothing but train and train. So one could rarely find someone so f*****g ripped and them being a just a regular human. 

          I frowned in the back of my head. 

          Why is this mongrel scratching his head as he takes a good glance at me? Shouldn't he be killing me than standing before me? A part of me already know that they don't know what I do, but still... I'm a human. Wait, are they going to prolong my death until I asked for it? 

          "Y-you're awake."

          I rolled my eyes at his stupidity, "Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!"

          "And not in a good mood, I see." 

          I look at him in huge disbelief. There's a freaking handcuff on my left hand and he's expecting me to be in a good mood!? Oh gosh, how stupid can he be? I moved my body to lean forward, just so I can literally claw his annoying face off—but leaning forward just caused me to wince from the pain due to the handcuffs. Me and my stupid decisions! 

          The guy suddenly grew visibly worried, "Is there anything that's causing you pain? Should I alert the doctor?"

           "Alert the—are you freaking kidding me!? No, alert the police! This is basically a k********g, mister!" I practically screamed at him, making him cringe at my loud voice before I heard him released this soft muffled whine. 

          Wait, what the heck?

          He sighed, ready to coax me in whatever he's planning but then he halted as his eyes fogged over. That simple action sends this shiver in my spine, clearly fearing for my life. I remember a day in the meeting where the boss mentioned that if their eyes fogged over, that just indicates that they're calling more wolves over to finish what they practically started. My body absentmindedly moved back as I feel my senses shaking.

          Oh damn, this is it. I'm really going to die!

          Five minutes passed, and his eyes finally flashed back on its original color as he takes a good glance at me. A thin line of frown formed in his face, obviously alarmed in my new position and the fact that fear is written all over my face. He offered me a weak smile as if that'll make everything okay.

         "Calm down, we won't hurt you." He softly instructed, soothing me in some way.

         Oh no, he just didn't!

          "You expect me to calm down in this condition?!" I gritted my teeth as I point to the handcuff in my left arm before throwing him a very distaste expression, "Why the hell am I trapped in this hell hole?! Let me out, you psycho!"

          His hands entered his pockets as he released his hundredth sigh for the last minute, "I'm sorry, but we can't. There are some precautions needed and you're injured, you can't move around just yet."

          Injured my f*****g ass. 

          Wait... they know me as being a human, right? Hmm. 

          Deciding to put the guilt card and my amazing acting on the test, tears start to spill from my eyes. It didn't take him a second before he heard my sobs, letting his full attention back into me. His feature visibly tenses and you can see the whole panic dancing along with his eyes. There's this weird huge part of me that wants to soothe him that I'm fine or something—but then the logical part of me scoffs at my amazingly stupid idea.

          I don't usually put my acting into the test but I really have enough shits in my life. I basically grew up living in the shades of countless heartless hunters who strive nothing but power and try their best to achieve it by using violence. I live in a life where those people who once aid me or tucked me into the bed ended up getting killed in a mission and that was a normal thing to me. 

          It was only when Nana died, with her old age and being forced to hunt wolves, I was expected to act like nothing when they showed me her body that didn't even seem like they were human's. They all wanted me to not shed a tears to the woman who take good care of me and treated me like I was her child. 

          That's why Hani was forced to arranged our escape. Everyone was acting like f*****g robots in that place that I didn't know why how their partner would die and they wouldn't even f*****g bat an eyelash. I can't see Hani being killed and then just walk up to our supervisor and fill a request of a new partner.

          That was f*****g messed up.

          We're battling wolves to have humanity back but we're the one killing the human part inside of us.

          It was only when we finally got out of that place did I have the taste of the life that I always wanted. And then, this f*****g thing happened. I ended up being a prisoner—again.

          "P-please don't cry," he sooth me softly as he takes a delicate step towards me, which just made me wail deeper and louder, even. His let his hands ran into his black hair, "Oh damn, he's going to kill me. He's going to kill—"

            His words were muffled as the door came out flying, driving his tense form into the edge. The door revealed a very attractive blonde man, looking all frantic in every way that's possible. His features didn't even have any flaw that I could muster; even his blonde hair perfectly sway with his movements that just make him utterly irresistible. There's this mix of vulnerability and anger playing in his blue eyes. My eyes traveled on his chest which was moving rapidly, indicating that he's in a breathless manner.

          As his dangerous eyes traveled on me, it automatically screamed bloody murder. Taking a good look at his reflexes, I can see that he's ready for the kill.

          "What the hell did you do?!" he released this strong growl which seems fairly dangerous yet somewhat intimidating. 

          Blondie walked towards the poor man who automatically knelled as he showed his neck, making me raise a brow at his sudden action. What the f**k? Blondie's hands flickered into a 'get up' gesture which the man automatically followed, making me see that Blondie's completely towering the poor man. 

          "I told you to check on her needs, not to freak her out or make her cry!"

          The man cringed as he bowed his head, "I-I'm sorry, b-beta. Punish me as you would."

          My cry instantly died down as I heard that title. Fear was consuming me at this particular moment that I forgot that I was having a mental breakdown. I would never ever forget the title of the three dangerous people in their world. 

          The Alpha, Beta and the Delta. These three were all equally brutal and heartless, but especially more on the alpha side, and I witness that fact. I saw my fellow hunters suffer worst in the Alpha and Beta's hands, even getting brutally r***d and killed by their bare hands. 

          That send me nightmares for years. This guy, however, looks extremely tamed and just amazingly breathtaking as soon as I saw him. I would even admit that I practically ogle over him—not even knowing all of those cruel things that his killer hands must have already done. 

        The harsh sound of the doors that just closed brought me back into reality. As my eyes flickered back into where those two wolves where standing, I grew startled as I saw that Blondie is now standing alone, and not even a far distance from the bed. My mouth released this audible whimper which he must have heard, considering that he just cringe.

          "Calm down—" 

          "Oh, god! Don't tell me to calm down, you're making it worst!" I gritted my teeth, my voice was somewhat changed in a booming voice. Deciding not to pay attention to that, I point an accusing finger to him, making him to suddenly release this proud emotion as his eyes danced with full amusement, "What the hell? Stop grinning like a freaking i***t, I'm basically about to threaten you!"

          He nodded his head, trying to hide the smile that was lingering in his face, "Oh. I'm sorry, please continue."

         "If you're going to continue this business, at least be professional. Damn it." 

          Blondie pushed his head back and my heart spread some warmth as soon as I heard him release this rich loud laughter. There's this immerse happiness radiating off of him as his face showed nothing but complete calmness and just... joy. 

          My mouth absentmindedly carved into a smile, which halted his laugh but he still has this overflowing happiness that is clearly visible in him. Noticing my actions, my body suddenly grew aware, sending my lips back into a firm line. 

         Oh my god, Nvae! Get your head out of the gutter! 

          "So... are you're going to let me go now?"

          Damn it, please say yes. Just let me go and live my life!

          "No," he shook his head which just made me frown, "I can't let you go."

          Well, damn you then.

          He walked towards me and all of those memories of what the Beta has done before corrupted my mind, making me push my body more into the headboard as a soft whimper escape my lips. A noticeable pain corrupted his eyes and I think he's having a hard time to mask that emotion that he just decided to let it show. He sat at the end of my bed, flashing me a soft yet painful smile.

          "Why are those wolves following you?"

          I cringe in the memory of how one of those mutts almost end my sorry for a life. The way their determination to kill us as their red eyes flashed before my me send thousands of memories in my brain, "To kill me, obviously."

          "They won't touch you!" Blondie growled in a very deadly manner.

          I stiffen in his action but he was way on the edge to even notice my dilemma. His eyes were flickering from that familiar midnight black color to his original blue eyes. My brain suddenly flashed a memory of the golden brown wolf that basically saved my life last night. I shift my eyes back into his shaking form as the realization and confusion hit me all at once. He saved me... and gave a bed to rest?

          A beta wolf did just what? He saved a human and gave a human the comfort that she needed? I mean, he did put a handcuff on my hand but still! My mind is in complete confusion, not even remembering his deathly stance. Something is not adding up in here. Why didn't he just killed me like they always do? Also... why didn't he have that same red eyes like all the wolves that I've seen? This is getting really weird.

          "Blondie, you're shaking," he suddenly stopped shaking before taking a good look at me.

          His eyes shifted into his blue eyes before showing me this amused smile, "Blondie?"  

          "Well... your uh... hair..."

          "So does that mean that I can call you-"

          I raised a brow at him, "I dare you." 

          "L-let's just start from the beginning," he extends his arms before smiling softly at me, any sign of the murderer and the monster were all gone, making me more confused than I was a minute ago. His lips twitched, "I'm Jax Beckett and I'm very glad to meet you."

          My hands almost moved automatically but the handcuff stopped my actions. In a snap, the big part of my brain suddenly progressed, pushing all of my confusions on the side as I think logically. 

          What am I thinking?! No! He's a Beta! A mongrel! A monster! And did I mention that he's the Beta? Yes, and that means that it's important to know that he's the second most sadistic thing next to the Alpha. 

           I shot him an annoyed looked as I point the handcuffs that were placed in the headboard of the bed and to my left arm. 

          "You're acting like none of this is a big thing! This is k********g, mister!"

           He scratched the back of his neck, clearly surprised by my sudden change of emotions, "It's not kidnapping... I just—uh, I just can't let you escape."

          "Are you mental!? You're putting me in this place without my will or the actual sense of giving me back my life! This is a k********g!" I grunted before my eyes flickered into my leather jacket for a fraction of time before I bring it back into him, making sure that he didn't notice my actions.

           Blondie was about to say something but his eyes slowly fluttered closed as suddenly release this soft growl, in the back of my mind—a part of me says that it's a reminder that inside this gorgeous specimen is a very dark and powerful starved monster that can kill me in just a snap of his finger. His hands formed into fists and I could see his knuckles turning into a shade of white. 

          My mouth parted, ready to ask him what's wrong but then he released another growl—something much rawer and very deadly. I absentmindedly flinched, making his eyes to dart into mine. At the obvious evidence of my fear, his eyes soften before it flashed into his original blue eyes. 

          "I have to go," he carefully announced as he pushes himself out of the bed. 

          I gasped before I sit up straight, cringing in pain as the handcuffs push me back into my original position. Blondie even shifted into his position, probably confused at my dumb actions, "Untie me first!"

           "I-I can't," he sighed before opening the door. He gave me this worried glance before his forehead creased like he's contemplating something. I heard him mutter some incoherent words before throwing me a soft look, "I just need to fix things. I'll be back later to explain everything, little mate. "

           I raise a brow at his choice of words, "I am nowhere near your friend."

          He chuckled softly before pushing himself outside my room. As soon as the door closed, I heard some footsteps outside, of course, I would have some mutts guarding me. 

          It took me quite some time before I began waking up from my current reality. I am a prisoner, in need of something to have me escape this place. Yes, that's what I should do. I need to escape... but how? That is the question.

          My eyes glazed over to the handcuffs, carefully looking for a way to open—aha! My hairpin! I carefully untangled one of the hairpins that were placed on me before flickering it in the lock. Soon enough, I heard a familiar click from the handcuffs and I grinned. 

           My feet were light on the floor, careful enough to not let those dogs hear my footsteps. I grabbed the bead inside my leather jacket and I turned it on carefully, making sure that it won't make any unnecessary sound. 

           The bead beeped, flashing a counting number. Twelve hours. 

           That's way too long for the transceiver to transmit and I bet that I'll be dead by then before Hani could even have my location. Deciding to put things in my own hand, I looked around the room and noticed the unlocked window that's facing the back of the house. There's a large tree right in front of the window and I raised a brow. Well, they're making things easier for me. I lifted the window very carefully and without wasting another second, I jumped out of it and landed on the tree.

           "That was— oh s**t," I hiss softly before hiding behind the large bushes. 

           Two mutts arrived on the scene with a motorbike and they didn't seem to notice me. A blue-haired mutt laughed before his eyes fogged over and they both ran away from the scene without even pulling the keys in the ignition. 

            Okay, this is definitely my day. Grinning, I took my seat in one of the bikes before storming out of this place.

             Hasta la vista, baby!