Ben's eyes fluttered open, welcomed by the darkness of the cell. He groaned a bit, feeling the cold, hard floor against his back before sitting up.
He was stark naked, and beside him was Lyla, also naked.
He still couldn't believe his eyes. He and Lyla really did have sex on their first meeting.
He glanced sideways and Lyla awoke beside him, bewildered. She sat up, immediately covering herself with her already ripped clothes.
"What the hell?" She screamed in shock. He shook his head and turned around, giving her a sense of privacy.
His back, although ripped and fresh, had scratches made by Lyla when they were deeply making love.
She watched in awe as his back healed, the scars gradually closing up.
"I can't believe this fucking happened." She finally said, breaking the silence between them.
"I sincerely don't." He whispered.
She began to drape what was left of her clothes over her body, ready to walk out of the cell.
As she got to the cell's gate, he stopped her with a question.
"You're not leaving me here, are you?"
With what she had just seen, he was not going to stay locked up in a cell.
"I just saw you rip a fucking silver chain into pieces. I know reinforced steel isn't holding you for long." She replied and left the cell.
She stopped, turning to face him one more time.
"However, I know you're a strange creature, and we shouldn't meet anymore." She added, dashing out of his sight.
Ben stared as his hands, the same hands that ravaged and explored her body earlier.
The memory of her smooth skin submitting to the pleasure he caused her.
He got up with a resolution to never encounter her again, and to start a new life with the sudden changes in him. Without a second thought, he dashed out of the dungeon with his ragged clothes in his hands.
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It had been hours since her departure from Ben and Lyla still felt empty.
What happened the previous night was a feeling so strong, she never really understood it.
Picking slowly at her dinner, she was lost in thoughts.
Miriam, concerned by her countenance, approached her, hugging her by the shoulders.
"Madamoiselle, is everything alright?" She asked.
Lyla shook her head in dull response. Her eyes still fixated on the meal.
"Is this about your brother, Master Kyle?" She asked again, rubbing her hands on her hair softly.
Lyla smiled, shaking her head.
"Nope, definitely not his death. The bastard's probably in heaven with Mom and Dad now." She responded in a jolly tone, one Miriam knew was forced.
Still, she couldn't force the girl to utter her thoughts. She was a nanny, not a therapist.
"If you say so, but I am of the belief that not eating is not the best thing for your health right now." She said, making to leave.
"Wait, Miriam." Lyla said, clasping her hands on her head.
"Argh, I don't know how to tell you this, it's fucking weird." She groaned.
"You had sexual intercourse with someone, I know. I don't judge." She replied with a grin.
"Okay, alright. It's not just that. The fucker present at my brother's death. He's innocent, I know, but I locked him up, thinking it would ease my pain. I don't know what the fuck happened, but I swear I felt a very strong urge to fuck the shit out of his brains last night. He also did, our eyes instantly glowing and we did the deed." She rambled.
The older woman only shook her head in amusement and sat at the dining beside her.
"That, Madamoiselle, was your lust subduing to his'. This only happens when two fated mates meet." She said bluntly.
Lyla on the other hand gawked as she heard this.
"What the fuck?" She yelled.
"I just got fucked by my mate, a loafer."
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Ben arrived at his home, the same alley he had lost his parents.
He had a fresh change of clothes he had just stolen from an unsuspecting trader, and a little bag of fruits.
As he settled into the dark corner, he began to dive into his meal, heartily enjoying it.
The events of the past twenty four hours, no, the past few days still replayed in his mind. The death of the Alpha, him passing out, feeling like he had just died, and him having a one night stand with his captor.
His significant changes bothered him more, the strength, the speed, the courage. All qualities he had lacked his whole life. Even before his parents had died, he was nothing short of a sore loser.
Alert to incoming movement, he stood, walking out of the alley. Before him were the two vampires of the mob that had chased and beaten him over the years. They had menacing looks, looks that didn't scare him anymore.
"Looking fancy, loser." One of the thugs quipped.
"Did you steal them? How did you?" The other thug taunted.
Ben sighed, taking a step forward.
"I'll pay off your boss tomorrow." He said calmly.
Both thugs cracked into jeering laughter.
"You, pay us?"
"Come again, I didn't get the joke." They both taunted.
Gritting his teeth angrily, he pounced forth, his arms spread wide, knocking both thugs to the ground.
Angered, they stood immediately, charging at him.
He evaded the first's blow, throwing him into the second.
They charged again. He jumped back, spun around and delivered a kick to the first's neck, causing a cracking sound—he was dead, at least momentarily.
The second thug, shocked, retreated with a few steps.
"How…how did you?" He stammered.
"Like I said, I'll pay it all up tomorrow. Now, fuck off." He said.
Suddenly, a dark aura filled the environment, and he stepped back. Before him was the Vampire mob boss…Don Pedro.
He was a tall, heavily buit man with a scar that ran down from his left eye to his cheek. He had a cigar between his lips and took long, heavy drags, as though he didn't feel the burn of the smoke.
"Benny Boy." He spoke, puffing short, fast waves of smoke.
Ben shook. Even with his current Power, he still had significant fear of this man. A man he had not seen in years.
"Cat got your tongue?" Don Pedro asked, enjoying the evident display of fear before him.
"I'll pay it." He mumbled.
"Say what, Benny Boy?"
"I'll pay it!" Ben roared.
"I know you will, boy. However, I'm uninterested in that anymore." He stopped, taking a deep drag of his cigar and puffing the smoke all out in Ben's face. The latter barely flinched.
"You've owed a fucking debt for three years. I could care less about the interest now."
"However, you, my boy will prove useful —eventually. Now, know this. Your debt is paid up, but you are mine. I own you, and you can't get away from me even if you tried. Just do, I dare you, bo
y." He said, then turned to leave.
"Smile Benny Boy, you have better days ahead." He spoke, vanishing from the alley.