All the questions will be answered in this chapter so there will be more talking than fighting. I haven't been able write for a very long time since I was very busy with all the college assignments. This is a long chapter for you all. Hopefully you all will like it and please bear with the slow updates, trying really hard here to get time to write. I am thinking of doing another story, but I won't abandon this, don't worry. More details on the new story below. Read and tell me what you think of this chapter, people!

Chapter 21: The Bounty

A lone figure stood still at the end of the long tunnel of darkness, behind his back was the blinding bright light that was beckoning me to come closer. I tilted my head to one side; I could not see who was standing at the end of this miserable darkness. The blinding light faded a bit and I could make a little of the figure's feature. I could feel the blood drained from my face and my heartbeat quicken as I slowly recognized the figure.

Standing there looking all beautiful except for that sinister smile on his face and blazing red eyes, was Victor Donahue.

Involuntarily, I took a step back.

Victor's sinister smile widen, flashing his sharp pearly whites. But the smile did not last long on his handsome face.

He suddenly cried out in agony, a bloodcurdling scream before falling to the floor lifelessly. Behind the fallen Victor stood Dominic with a long bloodied stake, looking all stoic and equally as beautiful as his brother. Dominic had saved me from the murderous Victor and for that I heaved a sigh of relief. I took a step towards him; a smile on my face, ready to call his name when I felt a pair of really strong arms wrapped itself from behind me in a hug.

I looked up and was met with a pair of stone cold emerald eyes. "Julian?" I whispered his name softly. Something about him wasn't right, my heart told me. I wanted to scream when Julian smiled at me; rows of deadly looking sharp teeth had replaced the usual straight perfect teeth of his. Julian tightens his grip on me when I made an attempt to free myself from his iron grip. I could faintly see Dominic's figure at the end of the darkness, the blinding light still shines from behind him.

"Dominic, help me!" I pleaded, panic visible in my voice.

Dominic appeared in front of me with his vampire speed. But what I saw did not make the panic subside. I stared into those blood red eyes and a scream formed on my lips. Somehow I know what is going to happen before it did. Dominic smile mirrored the one on Victor's lips as he dug his fingers into my neck and broke the skin, dark thick liquids of blood splattered over Dominic's beautiful face as he proceeded to rip away the rest of the skin off my face. Their insane laughter drowned out my continuous screams of pain.

I awoke in cold sweat in a mess of tangled arms, legs and duvets.

I could not help but scowl bitterly at the sight in front of me. I was debating in my head, a habit I caught myself doing too much lately, whether to wake them up or leave them be when Dominic opened a tired but nevertheless breathtaking blue eye on me. I let my scowl deepen so he would get the mood I am in. But it did not seem to affect him in any way because he smiled charmingly at me and said, "Oh, you are awake."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Like you ever slept," I tried to pry Julian's heavy arm off my belly but decided to leave it alone when I could not move it.

"Want me to kick him off the bed?" Dominic asked with a mischievous smile on his lips as he lay with his head propped up by an arm, resting very comfortably on my abdomen.

I glared at him, "You get off me first," I was getting a little uncomfortable with Julian and Dominic getting all bodily tangled with me. I do not even want to think whose arm is around my upper thigh. Dominic rolled his eyes at me, muttering something about me being too modest before untangling himself off the bed sheet mess and paddled off to the bathroom. I did not hide the fact I was surprised when he came out of under the covers half-naked, his black jeans hung lowly to his waist, exposing a little of his boxers. I averted my gaze but I know fairly well he knows I was staring.

When the bathroom door shut and the sound of the shower turned on, I turned to gaze down on the figure sleeping beside me. Julian's light snoring tells me that he is in a deep sleep, unconscious of my wakening. I tugged at him lightly and he shuffled slightly in his sleep, but did not wake up. I sighed and decided to leave him to his slumber. The memory of the dream however made me shudder in distasteful fear. It was too realistic. I looked down at Julian again, this time caressing him with a hand like how a mother would to her newborn child; lovingly and gentle. I was hardly aware of my own actions until I felt two penetrating gaze on me.

I looked up to meet the stone gaze of Dominic. He was leaning against the wall with a towel around his neck. His blond hair was wet and water dripped from his hair onto his lean body, trailing downwards until it disappears beneath the jeans. I stared at him shamelessly; can't blame me when you own a freaking awesome body and is half-naked in front of me. When I was done giving him a look over, I looked up to his face again to be met by an expressionless hard eyes. I sighed; this is definitely the moody Dominic.

"You want to say something. What is it?" I asked as I propped myself up against the pillow. Julian cuddled closer to me when he felt me move. I did not refuse him coming closer and that seemed somewhat odd to me.

"I don't have anything to say," Dominic replied coldly. He removed the towel from his shoulders and reached over the chair to pick up his shirt.

"I do believe you have something to say to me," I watched him put his shirt on, see the muscles move when he lift his arms up and pulled the shirt over his head, "What is bothering you?"

"What makes you think something is bothering me?" He asked snappishly. Oh, something is obviously bothering him alright.

I smirked inwardly, "You are bothered. Is this—" I jerked a thumb towards the body cuddling against me and said, "the cause of your frustration?"

Dominic narrowed his eyes to slits at me, "You are not a mind-reader; don't make assumptions."

"Is a kiss going to make you feel better?" I cooed at him and watch him struggle under his control not to burst out screaming.

"Are you out of your mind?"

I rolled my eyes at him exasperatedly, "You are just jealous,"

He threw his hands in the air, "Well, it is just not fair that you kick me out of your bed so eagerly while you let him cuddle up to you like a teddy bear!"

"Oh my," I fake gasped with a hand to my mouth, "you are jealous!"

If looks could kill, I would be a dead puddle by now. Dominic blew out a sharp breath, obviously given up talking to me. He muttered through gritted teeth, "You are seriously impossible,"

I shrugged my shoulders, "How long have I been out cold? It seems that I faint every time you are around me."

Dominic shot a dirty look at me before running a hand through his wet hair, "Two days; you can really sleep, huh?"

"I got hit at my head really bad, Dominic, it is only normal for humans to sleep that long due to concussion." I watched the pain flashed through his eyes when I reminded him of how it was like being a human. I was being rather mean so I decided to ask something else, "Heard anything about the bounty on my head?"

The look on his face tells me that he was not expecting me to ask that. "Seems like it has been circulating between werewolves and vampires; Adele Morgan is worth two hundred million dollars. Dead, not alive. I have to say though, that the vampires and the werewolves have different motives on this hit."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Oh? And why would you say so?"

"I think you know why yourself," he gave me a look that made the smile on my face widen.

"Enlighten me, please."

Dominic rolled his eyes at my sarcasm but replied, "The money was just a side thing; the werewolves interest is when the word goes around saying Adele Morgan is the illegitimate wife of the great leader wolf Julian and is secretly bearing children for him. There is a bunch of rogue wolves who didn't quite like him in the first place and now with him preparing children as a replacement for his place? The wolves are not so accepting at illegitimate breeding, especially with a human with a tainted past. As for the vampires…well, they are just in for the money."

I was subconsciously twirling a finger in Julian's messy bed hair as I let the words form in my brain and tried my best not to show my distaste on my face. How troublesome being somewhat related to Julian. I wanted to laugh at the word 'illegitimate wife'. I am not even his wife; who could have created such rumor? I was silently calculating in my mind for any possible hidden enemies that would cause such a disturbance. Victor's name popped up in my mind; but he would have not placed me as Julian's wife unless that was what he wanted to do, for other people to seek me out and end my life to make Dominic's life a living misery. I decided to draw his name out because somehow I got a feeling that Victor would rather end my life with his own hands to even out the hatred he has on Dominic than hire someone else to do the deed. Victor is that kind of a person.

"For a pretty nameless person, you seem to have a lot of enemy on your hands." Dominic half-smirked at me while he spread himself on the couch, one foot over the cushion and another down the floor.

I replied him with even sarcasm, "A human with a tainted past; and whose fault might that be?"

Dominic shrugged his shoulders, "I personally do not think serving yourself willingly on my doorstep sixteen years ago is a disastrous past," he gave me a look that made my belly turned with an unknown excitement, "I was rather grateful that you dropped by then."

"Being associated with vampires and having seven of them as fiancé," I half-scoffed, half-smirked, "it could not have been even more tainted,"

Dominic was suddenly in front of me. Instantly, I shut my mouth up and my eyes widen with surprise at the sudden close distance. Dominic reached a hand out and trailed delicately down the side of my face; I shivered at the cold touch of his hand but did not move away. His eyes were raw when he silently whispered, "But I am glad you came along,"

I thought he was going to lean over the bed and kiss me but he didn't. Instead, he removed his hand and stared down coldly at the man sleeping next to me. "How long do you intend to pretend you are asleep, you idiotic wolf?"

Julian finally opened his eyes and grumbled something under his breath about Dominic being a party-pooper. I pushed him away roughly, obviously a little pissed at being fooled. "You were awake all the time?" I half-shrieked at him. I had not notice that he had stopped snoring for a while.

He rolled his beautiful green eyes at me, "I was really asleep until you all started talking a little too loudly." I glowered at him, "And you didn't think it was nice enough of you to at least get your hands off me?" He gave me the look of a child, "I just like hugging you to sleep,"

I was slightly moved by that but did not let it show. I mercilessly kicked Julian down the bed and he fell to the ground with the bed sheets tangled between his legs. Julian frowned deeply at me when he popped his head from beneath the mess of sheets, "That was heartless,"

"Not as heartless as what you are putting me through," I sneered at him, "mind telling me why the wolves hate you so much at what you are doing?"

Julian untangled himself from the sheets and exposed his half-naked form in nothing but baggy shorts that nearly exposed half of his ass. I cannot believe my luck; I was in bed for two days with two gorgeous guys that were half-naked and nothing happened. Not that I was disappointed though.

I tried to look stern, "Why the heck are all of you half-naked and in my bed?"

Julian rolled his eyes at me, "You don't expect me to sleep on the floor, do you?"

"There was no need for you to strip off your clothes, is there?"

"At least we did not strip off yours," Dominic gave me a mischievous smile and was replied by a deep growl from Julian. "Oh, do not pretend like you did not want to strip her clothes off, Julian."

Taking advantage of me while I am asleep? So not gentlemanly.

"Julian, please get dressed." I scowled at him when he raised a seductive eyebrow at me.

"Like what you see?" he teased.

"Get dressed before I puke,"

Julian shakes his head disapprovingly at me but a smile was plastered on his face. Obediently, he went over to the same couch Dominic's clothes was on to get his clothes. When he was finally fully dressed, I asked, "So, please educate me on why a bunch of wolves are so disagreeing on you being an alpha."

"They did not disagree to me being an alpha," Julian growled slightly, the same alpha wolf peeking out of his green orbs, "They were just reluctant—"

"—objecting," I added with a smile and he threw me a frown.

"Fine, objecting on my attempt to join all of the wolf packs in the states together as one."

I pondered on the thought for a moment, "Why would you want to do that? Joining the wolves together as one, I meant."

Julian had settled himself comfortably on the couch. He sat there and stared at me with the intensity so strong that I had to avert my gaze. He sighed deeply when I did so. "When you left, I fell into a very deep depression and it was the exact same time that I took over the pack. I was younger then and rather foolish, continuously challenging the other alphas with the idea of enlarging the pack and territory," Julian threw Dominic a death glare when the later scoffed before turning back to me, "I did not like bloodshed and after the first fight, I came to my senses. I was still in depression, mind you, but my head cleared up a bit after I saw the rival pack alpha's body. We lost all our conscience when we fight as wolves for the power," there was agony in Julian's voice as he spoke, when he looked up again to meet my eyes, there was fear in his eyes; fear of not what he had seen but fear of himself. "I was a monster,"

My heart went out to him. Julian was afraid of the animal in him.

"I decided to use talk and persuasion instead of force when it comes to enlarging our territory. This was not very appealing in a society that was used to shed blood when fighting for alpha status. Some were easily persuaded to join us, some was not so willing—they joined us soon after we extended our help to them. As you already have known, this is the first time in history so many werewolves is gathered under one alpha; treason was bound to happen sooner or later."

"The ones that day…" I trailed off.

"Yes, they were from one of the rival packs that we concurred. They were not treated in the best way by the other wolves…sadly, it was too late for me to fix the situation." there was true remorse in Julian's voice when he said it.

Dominic snickered at him, "Stop trying to be so perfect,"

Julian growled in return, "I am not trying to be perfect. I just want the best for everyone. One of the reason I joined all of the werewolves together is to give those who are lesser in strength the protection from a stronger alpha. Many werewolves suffered terribly because they are not strong enough to defend themselves from the pack and alpha that is ruling that region. I can offer them safety from those threats, and I will."

"How generous you are," Dominic's sarcasm was so thick I could cut it with a knife, "but you cannot have everything. Everything comes with a price; is Adele the price you are willing to pay?"

Julian didn't answer him. He was hesitating, and that was enough for me. I could not blame him entirely though; I would have hesitated too in a situation like this. There was a momentarily flash of anger in Dominic's eyes before he masked it with his usual mockery, "You can't answer, can you? What a fool you are; you don't deserve her, mutt."

"Dominic," I warned him threateningly when I saw how the look on Julian's face changed.

Dominic turned his red eyes on me and I shuddered in the recollection of last night's dream. Those red eyes were the ones that were staring heartlessly into mine as he tore the flesh off my face. Dominic must have sensed that I was shrinking away mentally because his eyes turned back to its original lovely blue color as he took a step toward me, a hand outstretch to touch me by my arm, "Adele, are you ok?"

I stared at his cold arm like it was a writhing live snake ready to sink it's fangs into me any minute. My sharp intake of breath made him remove his hand from me but he did not move backwards like how Julian would react. "What is wrong? What is making you so afraid, Adele?"

I shook my head and swallowed quickly, "Nothing," Julian was standing relatively close with a worried expression on but did not move any closer. I eyed him from the corner of my eyes, "Nothing is wrong."

"Something is making you fear dearly…I cannot read your mind, Adele; you will have to let me see what is bugging you so terribly." Dominic whispered gently, so gently that I almost agreed to let him look into my memory. I quickly pushed myself away from him and fix a death glare at him.

"I will not let you poke into my mind, Dominic,"

"You would not tell me and you would not let me see," Dominic grumbled in annoyance, "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, you could start by stop asking so many questions!" I hissed at him, a little frustrated at myself for being so paranoid and at him for bothering so much about my business. I regretted being so mean towards Dominic after the poor dude gave me a hurt look and started to back off. I sighed, "I am sorry, Dominic; truly I am."

He shrugged his shoulders dismissively but there was still that offended look on his face.

I decided to just ignore Dominic's unstable mood swings and turn my attention to the other guy seated comfortably on the couch in the shadows. The room was rather dark due to the curtains being drawn shut to prevent the setting sun's sunlight to enter; I had to strain my eyesight a little to look but I could made perfectly well of Julian's features in the poor light, especially those emerald green eyes that seems to glow in dark. However I know that he could see me perfectly well. I did not move out from under the covers, instead choosing to burry myself deeper under the duvet covers. I liked the warmth the duvets were giving me even though it was starting to get a little too hot under it.

I have an itching question I had always wanted to ask Julian since I found out about it. I decided it was best to ask now. "Gates," I watched his eyes grew wide at the mention of that name, "do you recognize the surname Gates?"

Julian was quiet for a moment before he answered carefully, "I know a Gates before…but I am not sure whether you and I are talking about the same person."

"How about a Ruberg Dmitri; know him?"

He didn't even need to answer for me to know that he does not know the late Ruberg Dmitri that I killed heartlessly in this same bedroom he is in. His expression was that of a confused person when he replied, "No, I don't think I know someone of that name. Why are you asking me so many names?"

"How about Marcus Gates; does that ring a bell?"

Recognition registered on Julian's face as his eyes turned from confused to shock and later, bitterness. There was even a slight remorse in those eyes; that emotion I cannot understand why. "Selene's son," he spat bitterly.

"So her name is Selene," I remembered my conversations with Marcus the night we had a little 'date'.

Julian narrowed his eyes at me, "Why are you suddenly asking me about that boy, Marcus? Do you know them?" Then something dawned on him because his eyes turned wide, and suddenly I could see fear in his eyes, "Is he here?"

Dominic was giving me a look I felt very threatened with, as if he is reading my mind as I speak; so I mentally asked him to get the hell out of my head and go sulk at a corner, something he was already doing previously. "Tell me more about this Selene," I said to Julian, half throwing Dominic a dirty look to warn him not to probe any further in my mind. Dominic clearly ignored me because I could still feel him trying to break into my mind. I decided to tease him by picking up that night's memory where we were very passionately making out and let it play in my head. I know he is reading my mind now. I bit my lower lip seductively as I watch Dominic's eyes grew wide from the unexpected choice of thoughts and desire slowly leaked into his eyes. Believe me when I say that even I had to refrain myself from blushing at the recollection of that memory. Then I decided to end it cruelly by twisting the memory a bit, making myself in the memory succeed in plunging that long machete dead square into his heart. Dominic flinched at that mental picture I send him and hissed at me, obviously wasn't too happy about me imagining him dead in my mind. I rolled my eyes at him and gave him the 'I told you so' look before turning back to Julian.

Julian had obviously noticed the interaction going on between Dominic and me; there was a scowl intact on his face when I turned to look at him. "Do you still want me to continue?" he grumbled like child and I resisted the urge to smile. He looked so adorable like that. I waved my hand dismissively, "Yes, yes; go on."

Still scowling he said, "Selene Gates joined my pack around fifteen years ago—"

My blood freeze in my veins when I heard that; it was around the same time I shot Ruberg dead. No matter how many times I think of it, I still feel a shudder goes up my spine. Julian gave a puzzled glance but I nodded at him to continue.

"She was a brunette with the strangest grey eyes—it was one of the things the other wolves in the pack did not like about her and for a werewolf she was rather pale. She was tall in structure and for a female, she possess incredible strength and power. Her strength was almost as good as mine," I heard Dominic chuckled at a corner and threw him a glare to shut him up, which he did. "Some wolves did not welcome her as much as I did. They see her as a threat; some even think that she is some sort of a witch. I can still vividly remember the day she turned up with two young children in both arms. I know Selene and her children were not treated in the best way by the other members of the pack but she knew how to take care of herself. I often heard complaints from those who liked to pick trouble with her about how they would subdue to her if they stare into her eyes for too long."

So, he got her talent. That would explain why I feel like kissing him every time I stare into his eyes. Does that mean he had always wanted me to kiss him? I am suddenly flattered by this thought.

"It causes even more of an uproar when there are rumors circulating around about her attempt to take over the pack. I, however, did not trust their warnings when I heard of it. I know she could challenge me anytime and overthrow me but she didn't so I trust she is not the beast the others declare her to be." Julian's face turned dark then, his voice bitter as he spat, "and yet she betrayed me."

I kept quiet as I watch Julian rumbled on about how kindly he had treated her after he learned about her losing her husband and having two young children to feed. "She had always been interested in politics and was always finding ways to get involved with the pack's business as much as possible. I wasn't bothered by her presence since she was a big help; always giving suggestions on how to enlarge our pack's influence. But the elders of the pack weren't too keen on having a female wolf—an outsider at that—poking her nose in the local's business too much. She somehow reminded me a lot of you—" Julian looked up at me and a small smile formed on his lips, "—headstrong, independent and outspoken. Her arrogance were also one of the things the pack didn't quite like, saying how a newcomer has no respect for the older wolves in the pack. I agree that she is very stubborn at times, but her cunningness was a very strong tool in enhancing our power to other territory. I just didn't expect her cunningness to be turned against me,"

I licked my lips, letting the words sink in. I could practically imagine how Selene Gates appearance and attitude is after hearing Julian's tale of her. A part of me held a little grudge towards the decedent, for betraying Julian after he seemed to have placed so much trust in her; another part of me however, know that it was partly Julian's own fault for placing trust in a stranger after receiving so many warnings of her evil plans. I drummed my fingers against one of the pillow but stopped when I realized how ridiculous I looked. I pushed away the marshmallow-like pillow and frowned at Julian, "Then, what happened?"

When Julian locked eyes with me, shivers ran down my spine. He smiled but it did not reach his eyes, "I killed her,"

I let out a breath I did not even notice I was holding in. Even though I had known this quite some time ago, it was different hearing it from the person himself. Julian really did kill Marcus's mother, and that left a bitter taste in my tongue. My calmness upon hearing the news must have surprised Julian because he asked, "Is that all? Are you not going to ask anything? Or is my cruelty too astonishing for you to handle?"

I could practically lick the sarcasm dripping off his words.

"Stop soaking yourself in self-pity, it is expected when you take up such a big role in a pack. There is always death; you cannot prevent it. Traitors like her should be put to death, or it will be your head instead on a platter." I could tell that Dominic wasn't being sarcastic, but sincere. He knows the ugly truth of survival of the fittest. Either you turn heartless or you would be easily erased from existence. Julian didn't seem to take Dominic's piece of advice very well because he was giving him a murderous look. Julian hissed; his voice dangerously low, "I am not as cold-blooded as you are, bloodsucker,"

A vein popped on Dominic's forehead, "I just consoled you, pup,"

"I don't need your comforting, corpse,"

"What an ungrateful mutt,"

"Walking corpse,"

"Bloody dog,"

"Bipolar—"

"Ok, that is enough!" I shot out from under the duvet covers, half-screaming at the boys who were looking at me with wide eyes, "Can't the both of you at least try to get along with each other in front of me? Stop calling each other names, the both of you are acting like complete morons! Oh good lord, I cannot believe I am with two men who never seem to grow up!" I said a few more cusses before stomping over to Julian and hissed down at him, "Dominic was giving you consolation, Julian; so take it and stick it up your ass and stop feeling so sorry for yourself," I whirled on Julian and stomp over to Dominic's side of the room before Julian had the chance to say anything else. To Dominic I growled at him acidly as he stared on at me with a bemused expression, "and you; start acting your age—which is what, a hundred over?—and stop picking fights with Julian! I know you like it—uh-uh, don't shake your head at me—I can tell. He is the father of my children so please bear with the mutt you hate so much and try not to tear out his throat in my house. I don't think the children would like to see their father with his throat torn out on my carpet now, would they?"

Dominic was purely amused; I can tell from the light in his eyes, but he just nodded stiffly at me with a blank expression on. Julian seemed a little happy when I finally acknowledge his existence as the father to my children, which he is anyway. Happiness was practically radiating off him when I turned to look at him. He was smiling from ear to ear and I swear, if his smile could stretch a mile, it would. "You're happy." I stated the obvious.

"Yes, I am. I can't help it; I have kids!" give him pompoms and he would be jumping around cheering with it. The thought was truly disturbing even to me but Dominic was the one that acted like he wanted to throw over with a sick look and a hand to his mouth. I threw him a dirty look only to receive a shrug and an eye-roll. "I really think we should go somewhere together; you, me, Fragrance and Nathaniel."

I scowled at him, "I think not,"

Julian brows furrowed, "Why not?"

"You want to spend bonding time with the kids?" I asked him like it was the most ridiculous question ever.

"Not just with them, but with you too. I have been missing from their lives for a very long time, Adele; it is only natural that I want to get to know them better. They may be your children, but they are also my own flesh and blood." Julian talked like he was explaining a very hard math question to a toddler. I have been raising two of my children without the help of others and they never needed a father…or do they actually need one?

"Ok," I sighed; maybe things won't turn out as disastrous as I fear, "Fine, we will have some bonding time then."

If I had told Julian to pluck down the moon for me, he definitely would do it no matter how impossible it is. He is so happy that his mere smile could light up the whole room. He was bouncing up and down, gushing on how kind I am before rattling off suggestions on how we should spend bonding time together. I shake my head with a sigh; wondering what have I gotten myself into. But hearing how excited Julian is on playing the role of a father creates a warm feeling in my chest, and I couldn't help the smile on my face.

Someone had to burst the bubble though.

"You really think it is a good idea for her to go out when there are people after her head?" Dominic asked disbelievingly, "Could you be a fool any more than this?"

I threw Dominic a warning look, "Dominic—"

"No, he is right," Julian held up a hand and I stopped short. I didn't even bother hiding my surprise that he actually agreed with Dominic. "It is better to solve this troublesome matter first—" Julian paused and seemed to be pondering for a moment, "But I still can't think of anyone willing to put such a big prize on someone so…" he stared at me long before continuing, "fragile looking."

I smile at him sarcastically, "I don't think they think of me that way when I shoot between their eyes,"

Julian's eyes widen and I laughed, a dark hallow laughter, "Don't look so surprised, Julian; as I have already said before, I am not as innocent as you think I am."

It was Dominic's turn to laugh this time. But compared to my bark of noise, Dominic was more of a melodic tune. "Are you indicating that you yourself are hiding something too? Maybe you are not telling us whose blood you have dirtied your pretty fingers with,"

I stared at Dominic long and hard as he stared back with those incredibly nerve-wrecking ice blue eyes. Does he know? Had he read my mind when I wasn't noticing? Ruberg's face flashed across my mind and a bitter taste stuck to my tongue. I licked my lips to get rid of that distasteful feeling in my mouth. But to my dismay, it did not work. The bitter feeling still lingers in my mouth. What are you talking about? I asked, mentally. Dominic smiled but there was no humor in his eyes, "I am just saying," You are whole lot of bull, Dominic. I mentally snapped at Dominic who snorted in return, "Same goes for you,"

"Adele, is there something you are not telling me?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Julian spoke. He had been so quiet that I had forgotten his presence. I swallowed nervously, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. For once, Julian's steady stare was unnerving me. "Adele," he repeated once again, this time his tone was deeper and harsher, "is there something you are not telling me?"

I throw an accusing look at Dominic.

Dominic shrugged nonchalantly, "You dig your own grave,"

I wanted to say and you are the cause of it, but Julian interrupted me with a hair-raising growl. "Adele!"

"I killed Marcus's father! Is that what you want to know?"

I breathe heavily as I watched the shock and horror registered on Julian's face. Then I felt it; the hair-raising feeling you get whenever you feel like there is someone watching you. I don't know why but something in my gut tells me to look out the window and I did…

Standing below my window staring directly at me, was Marcus.

So, what do you think? If you have any further questions, don't mind asking me; I will gladly answer all of them for you. Oh, and also please tell me whether I should do this new story.

Ok, so here is a sneak peak for the new story:

Raised by the Dead

Raising six children on your own is not easy...especially if you're the undead. Brutally murdered and turned into the one thing she hated, Amrita Black became a mother to six orphans that were chosen by her creator to be turn into vampires at the ripe age of eighteen. Her orders were simple: keep the vampire society a secret, not to drain any of them dry and most important of all, not to fall in love with one. But what happens when she break every order given to her? Her already undead life is now hanging by the thread. Things get harder when her creater comes back from the grave, literally, with the passion of making her life miserable. Then the werewolves and vampire hunters had to join in with the fun too. Secrets threatened to spill and blood will be wasted. What happened to the days when all a girl needs to worry about is her bodyweight and cash flow? This is a story about the lives of seven people and how far will one go to keep their mortality, love and lies alive. After all, nothing runs thicker than blood.

If you are wondering, I am trying to take a different approach to my usual writing style. So please comment. Thank you.