Mr. Boss Lady

chapter 18

"Ahhhhhhaaaa," he screamed out from his sleep, pulling his hands violently from their tied position behind the chair he was sitting on.

His whole body was steering in pain and the rope that was used to keep his hands steady kept cutting through his skin the more force he applied into pulling his hands out, "fuckkk," he exclaimed dragging the word out when his head suddenly jerked up aggressively to the roof, his eyes dilating at the roof in confusion -- not recognising its design.

But the pain steering through his body was like a bolt of thunder just passed through his system with no mercy to his human body, bringing both him and his wolf bowing their heads breathless, with both their hands and legs tired to the back of the chair the only word he could utter was,"Christine!"

"Christine," his mouth watered as dribble escaped through his opened lips, "don't die on me," he gritted his teeth sadistically, the veins on the sides of his head popping out of their sockets at the arrival of a heart chattering buzz.

"CHRISTINE!!" He rose up his head again, this time trying harder to let his hands lose. Even though his sight had become blurry from his sudden movement, he could smell a familiar scent in front of him -- mixed with an authentic amount of blood.

Causing his wolf to growl lowly, and Delius whined, but the robe was too thick to let loose by his strength. Too thick to make him concentrated on anything else. He let out a conscious whine, growling even more as the blurry extension of his sight clears up.

His nose flared deeper at the familiarity of the scent, before his stomach sank in and he held in a deep breathe, hoping, praying for what he felt to be a nemesis of his subconscious mind.

His wolf growled bitterly, its ears ajar and mouth twisted in a warning growl, "Darryl?" His voice came out like that of the sound of a shallow wave, splashing like his body hadn't ever felt the quick rush of adrenaline before.

"Darryl?" He bellows jumping a chair foot closer to him, as Darryl's head sway maliciously with blood dripping from the base of his opened belly wound, like Delius his hands and legs were both tied to the chair but unlike him Darryl's shirt's button was opened with a deep cave clearly visible on his stomach.

"Darryl?" He called to his twin, this time with a pounding heart and a worried look on his face, he could feel his connection with Darryl but it was nothing but shallow waves stirring weakly inside him.

A tear rolled down his left cheek as he watched his older brother stay almost motionless in front of him...it was the same, very same caving enclaved unto Katherine though he never saw the wound but I did and the hole currently made unto Darryl's stomach was very close to showing his small intestine and very similar to that of the former.

But Delius tries desperately to calm himself, sitting back unto the chair he inhaled and exhaled deeply but every time he inhaled an heavy amount of Darryl's blood swims into his nostrils.

To which a sudden heavy atmosphere fell unto his system, with his wolf growling abrasively in his head as the hair on the back of his neck rose to the surface, everything in the room became nothing but a flash of his new reality.

The two thread tying him to life were slowly leaving him behind, and so he barked, aggressively the demon within his wolf taking control of him forcefully as it feed on.

He could have never wished to see Darryl in the shape he was in now even though he had wished him dead after he marked his mate but at these...his canines elongated followed by his front teeth.