Kismet Volkov Love

"DON'T toy my fucking emotion Diane. I can kill you if I want to. Don't test my patience!" I said in my cold voice.

"I CREATED YOU ! YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING I SAY!" Her voice is full with so much malice.

She created a monster in me. Human, ah I'm not a human anymore.

Because she see so much potential in me she took me and experimented on. Fucking crazy bitch. Turning me back to be a human again is impossible unless witch and fairies is real then there's most be a way.

HMMNN... I'm not even one of them.

Can they even accept me?

Because of that crazy bitch I'm stuck in this fucking realm of fantasy or whatever the hell is this.

If I can make some sort of emotion as a human before now I don't. Having full control over my emotion is fascinating. Right now I feel numb can't feel anything at all.

HATRED is already eating Alodia, all her hope is losing. She can't find any fairies and witches in every district and boundaries. Thinking of her family is the only way to make her still sane after all the happenings. A little of sanity is still intact to her. She can feel some emotion that she didn't feel before. Like now being frustrated on how to makes things right. Even if she can't go back as human again at least she want to make a way how to see and contact her family. Diane is on her tail right until now someone is helping her.

Should had valued my human earlier life before.

HAH! Vampire and now Werewolf. What else is there? Is that a lycan?

They don't mind each other races. Then what race I am?

It stock in my head ''What am I?". If I'm not a human then what am I? That crazy woman; what the did she do to me?

"YOUR not going anywhere away from me." Said by rough and husky voice behind me. Trapping in his arm.

I didn't fight to get away from him. What's the use to run right?

I can feel it. The fucking bond. His touch tingle me, his voice makes me want to purr. I'm not even a wolf for fuck sake.

I though I mask my smell well.

He turn me around to face him. His taller than me that's why I look up. Looking at his features froze me on spot. That damn gray icy eyes, his proud nose, those kissable lips. He doesn't have any shirt on that's why I see the view of his broad shoulder down to his abs, biceps and those veins popping. Holding me still, not wanting to let me go. My hand is itching to run through his damn blonde hair.

"Mine" he whisper looking at me intensely. Making me snap out of it. He came out of nowhere and I didn't feel presence at all. Ah, because I'm so preoccupied on running from that bitch.

That was close I almost gave in. I'm a defective human----ah... creäture. Why I have a fucking mate.

This is confusing, so confusing than my defective identity.