Chapter 27

HARPER

As soon as it dawns, I head straight to the bathroom to watch how our little mouse is doing. I find her in a total mess with our cum and lots of alcohol on her.



Staring at her gets me even harder because she’s still nude and vulnerable, as she’s currently lying flat on the bathtub like someone is about to pass out.



We made her drunk in the bathtub and fucked her till she could no longer walk, and that’s her fucking punishment for letting a fucking guy touch her.



And the fucking audacity for rocking on his dick when she knows nobody can touch her because she belongs to us.



We didn’t believe we could punish her to this extent, but she demanded it, and now we are so bitter towards her that we don’t think of going easy on her anymore.



She doesn’t deserve to be dealt with sympathy because she is a fucking whore who slept with a professor and allowed a random person to touch her.



I tilt my head, staring at her; her cunt is full of our cum, and her breast contains our cum as well. She can’t even walk right now because we all took a turn on her and messed her up with some fucking alcohol.



She needs to be in school today, so I pull her out of the bathtub. Her body completely hurts because she moans as I carry her downstairs.



I don’t help her get her clothes on because she will have to help herself when she gets her consciousness back.



That too is her punishment for what she did.



I get my car key, and I tap the keypad to unlock the boot of the car. I’m still so mad at her, so there is no way I will give her the luxury of letting her sit comfortably in my car.



The door of the boot opens wide, and I throw her into the boot and shut it.



She still hasn't gained her consciousness, and I don’t give a fuck if she wakes up or not. I’m just going to dump her at her apartment, either unconscious or not.



All I know is that I’m taking her home so she can refresh for school. I’m taking her home myself because I don’t think Sebastian or Weaver will send her back home. They are currently too angry at her to have her best interest at heart.



I think they are angrier than me because they were at the scene when it happened. Apparently I was busy getting some sh*t done when I heard the fight from downstairs.



I started the engine and hit the road.



Soon, precisely about thirty minutes later, I pull up at her apartment, but she is still fucking unconscious.



I let out a grunt, contemplating dropping her off this way. How the heck do I drop her off while she’s still unconscious?



I get out of the car, open the boot, and help her get her clothes on. I had to wake her up with a slap in the face—not the kind of slap that would hurt her.



“You are home, little mouse. Get up and walk out of the car.” I watch as she squints her eyes, trying to mark her surroundings.



She blinks a couple of times until she is able to see clearly after some minutes, and she makes small attempts to walk out. But she flinches as soon as she steps her foot on the ground as if her thighs are at war with her.



“Oh my goodness,” she cries; she takes a sharp turn towards me; she glances at me with her tear-streaked face. I don’t say a word, but I can see how much she’s hurting because of us.



She wipes her hands across her cheek and turns back without saying a word as she strides to the porch of her house.



She doesn’t need to say that she is in pain because I can see everything in her eyes. I want to help her get inside, but I’m still so mad at her. I shut my eyes, not considering what she did, but just helping her inside because it’s so difficult for her to walk.



I catch up with her and toss her into my arms, although she doesn’t see me coming because she flinches in my arms as if I’m going to hurt her.



I throw her into my arms properly and take her inside. She tells me the location of her room, and I take her there.



I put her on the bed, and I take a sharp turn out of the room. I couldn’t bear to watch the fear in her eyes. She used to be scared of us, but now it’s to the extreme—the way her eyes shrink and grow darker.

Especially when I threw her into my arms, the fear was so evident, as if I was going to hurt her again.

I hate to get that kind of glance from her, but what do I do about it?

She pushed us to treat her that way, and any soft spot we were trying to have for her is totally gone.



I get in my car and take off. I drive with one hand on my steering wheel and the other one holding my phone.



I’m about to do something crazy, and soon everyone will find out about it. I grin at the thought of what people will say. And I freaking can’t wait.



I drive into the parking space of the penthouse and pull out of the car. When I storm into the apartment, I watch Sebastian grunting heavily as he throws punches at the wall and turns a sudden tantrum.



Fuck man, he is about to lose it and shift into his wolf.



“Sebastian, get a hold of yourself.” He grunts harder, throwing punches at the wall as his claws fight out.



“The fucking bastard father of mine! You won’t fucking believe what I found out again. I caught him fucking another woman.” He is so enraged that I can’t even talk him out of his anger.



“How did you find out?” I frown. This is why Sebastian has never been serious with anyone because of his father. Sometimes he hates that he has his surname, and if not for his mother, he would have separated himself from his family and bore his own name as a surname.



“I hired a tech pro to monitor him and his fucking movement. He swore to me that he would change after what I caught him doing that day. But the motherfucker sleeps around like a fucking dog!” He yells and throws another fist at the wall, his back arched, groaning as if he is about to shift.



“Control your anger; otherwise, you might let out your wolf, Sebastian. Remember, no one can find out who we are.” I whisper, doing my best to smooth out his anger. He listens because he shuts his eyes to suppress the anger.



I let him calm for a while before I helped him back to the bed to relax. His knuckles are bleeding, and I’m sure it’s nothing compared to the way his heart feels right now.



“I’m going to blow off his fucking head.” His eyes darken, and he gets off the bed and grabs his car keys.



“Don’t you dare, Seb. Do you know what happens if anyone should find out who we are? This is a matter of life and death, Seb.”



There's something we aren't saying about our true identity and the people who are after our lives. Even though we are more powerful than humans, we can't reveal ourselves because this world is not ours to begin with.

According to our parents, I and Sebastian's, we've been running from a longtime enemy who is in the werewolf world.

This is the only safe place away from our enemy, and if there should be anything that reveals our identity in the human world, they will track us down, and the rest will be a tragedy.