The Love of a Lycan

The foul smell from his breath brushed against Raine's face, the smell mixed with something else and it was alcohol! 

Raine was actually running into a drunk werewolf in the middle of the day. Such bad luck to encounter during a broad daylight! Moreover, apparently that floor was empty, no one was there to help her. 

She tried to push him with her free hand, but obviously her strength couldn't match him. The drunk werewolf stood very close to her, unmoved. 

"Smell… good." He slurred while burying his nose on the crook of Raine's shoulder. This disgusted Raine greatly.

Furthermore, he squeezed her bum with his free hand and roamed around her body, trying to unzip her jacket. 

Raine was more than terrified, her body was shaking uncontrollably. 

'Torak!' She screamed his name in her mind in fear. She whimpered without sound, unable to shove the monster away from her.

He was too strong for her to begin with, his grip on her wrist tightened as Raine could feel her bone cracked. 

She shouldn't go out of her bedroom, she shouldn't look for Torak and she shouldn't fool herself that everything would finally be fine for her because it wasn't.

Raine had received slapped, hit, condescend, torment and torture, but she had never experienced sexual harassment like what was happening now. 

She shut her eyes closed, avoiding to see his lascivious smirk, when she felt her jacket tore open and her t-shirt barely hung on her body. 

Fear bubbled up in her throat, pushed the air from inside and slipped past her lips in shrill sound. 

"TORAK!"

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A girl was hugging her leg at the corner of her bed, burying her face between her knees while her jet black hair cascading down her figure.

White hospital gown wrapped her petite body and her wrist attached to the rails, she looked pitiful.

She was inside the room with no window and padding on the walls. A metal sink, a toilet and a bed were the only things in the room. 

The room was so quiet, but not until a little while later a man in his forties came inside. He has grey hair and devilish smirk etched on his lips. 

His presence recognized by the girl on the bed as her body started to tremble, she tried to move further away to the corner, blending her already small and unhealthy body to the padding wall behind. 

The man closed the door and lit up his cigarettes as he smoked without even caring about the girl who was shivering on the bed. He took his time, consumed the tobacco slowly until it burned completely.

However the moment he was done, he approached the girl and extinguished the burning from his remaining cigarette in an inhuman way. 

He held the girl's thin arm and twisted the burning cigarette on her pale skin that caused the girl to writhe in agony. 

Crack!

The phone in Torak's hand was destroyed helplessly, some part of it turned into debris.

It was one of the videos that Raphael managed to retrieve from the mental institution where Raine had been admitted for three years. 

Torak's people managed to restore the deleted scene and sent it to his phone this morning, actually there were another two more videos, but he would never have the strength to see it.

The scars on his mate's hand was caused by this son of bitch!

"Torak." Raphael called out to him as he witnessed how his Alpha was battling with his beast that wanted to take over and sought revenge for his mate.

Fur started to spurt out from his follicle and his canines elongated, Torak was about to shift.

"Torak, why don't you see Raine?" Raphael suggested. "You know, to calm yourself down."

With his mate being mentioned, Torak closed his bloody red eyes, trying to win the battle within and kept his beast at bay. He couldn't meet his mate like this.

Even though Raine had seen his wolf form, but she had never seen his ferocious lycan's side, and no matter what one said, it is an ugly beast.

When he opened his eyes again, they were as black as the night sky, his beast still prowled at the edge of his mind.

"Find out who else was involved in this and let Jason finish them off." Torak's voice was more deep and hoarse than usual. "No, let the bastard alive. I will take care of him by myself." He said with malice laced in his voice.

"Will do." Raphael replied solemnly and asked another matter. "And, how would you want me to handle the media?" 

The news of him dating an underage girl was still on the lips of every living person in town, as Torak neither clarified nor rejected the issue, it would soon become a wildfire.

"Let them say whatever they want, but limit the information about her background, she is uncomfortable with it. If they manage to get their hands on this information, withhold their higher up." Torak instructed.

However, before Raphael could answer Torak's order, there was a sound of a girl's shrill scream from the distance. The sound was faint, but it called out of Torak's name.

The call of his name gave Torak goosebumps and pumped his adrenaline. The girl's melodic voice was filled with horror as if something frightened her, it sounded so helpless…

Even before his brain could process what was happening, he had busted down the door from its hinges as his eyes turned bloodshot red. 

His Lycan took over.