A/N: Okay, i really apologized for this short chapter, my exams are finished, but im catching up on a new series of books, Princess Meredith Series. I've finished last night, but was introduced to another series of fantastic books. Life suck, too many books yet to read, but still present you this chapter. Enjoy. Oh, btw, thanks for all that reviews, you never knew that just one review could make me so happy. :D

Treacherous Passion- Chapter Three

Albelle looked away. The intense stare of his eyes that were boring into her made her felt so exposed, naked and utterly vulnerable. Vulnerable, she didn't like that. She was supposed to be strong and courageous, not just another young lady. She was the protector of her Pack, if she falls, they fall. Simple as that. But just his mere presence seemed to strip her off her defenses, her mental firewall that was to block out any telepathy, but they too, seemed to be crumpling down fast. She pulled out the knife that was hidden in her thigh sheath, and it gleamed brilliantly in the moonlight.

She pounced on him. That was the only alternative she had, since this one was so arrogant. She sincerely hoped that she would live to see another day, another sunrise, another sunset. That was all she thought before the fight began.

He glided in one smooth motion. She missed but she didn't stop, she gives a round- house kick, hoping he'll fall.

What she didn't expect was that he use his telepathy powers on her. Stop all movement; kneel on the floor with your hands knotted In front. He ordered. Albelle hands and legs ached, she clenched her fist hard, her sanity is fleeting away, she could feel her eyes burning, her throat held tight. She wanted to bawl and cry, and just do what he wants. Her mind, her sight, her senses all involved him. She couldn't blink away, as an avalanche of emotions crashed her hard.

She needed to breathe, her breathing ragged, her nostrils flared, she was angry. Just obey him, and all will be fine. Yeah, that's right. Her knees buckled, tiny forms of sweat pooled on her forehead, her body felt cool. He is everything. Everything she could ever hoped for. Shit, she was mind-fucked. Nothing else mattered to her; she felt freedom, love, joy, passion, heat, and lust that radiated off him.

Her pack mattered, her friends, her vengeance for truth of her birthright, her life mattered.

With one last hope of willpower, she slashed her knife against her palm, a stinging pain followed. She gripped the knife tighter.

Pain was good; it made the effects flowed away. She could breathe, her lungs worked. She could feel her legs stretching; she stood, away from the awkward position.

The only word she had in her mind when her eyes met his mocking smile was, " Fuck you!"

She ignored the pain on her palm, deliberately not looking at the steady flow of blood through the thin gash. She gritted her teeth, so hard.

This, for my pack. They are her family, her friends, her very confidence, and her pride.

Hearing the erratic beat of her heart, she snarled.

She didn't use her knife, she aimed for his nose, and punched, but he was too fast. He gripped her wrist, pulling her towards him, and taking advantage of her shock, he flicked the knife from her sweating palm, and smirked. Again, as her knife flew away and got stuck in a nearby tree trunk.

No, she won't surrender to this bastard. She relaxed onto him. Feeling his satisfied smile, she kicked his shins, but his grip didn't falter, however, one grip on her wrist did. Now, only one wrist was held. She quickly slid the Lady Smith out of her waistband, gaining strong hold. The metal felt cool against her palm.

No one had expected Albelle was such a cheat. But when life was in danger, you'll do anything. From her peripheral vision, she was wide aware that the two sons of a bitch, which is the werewolves, were shifting, and worst, teeth gnashing.

Her fear was rapidly increasing by the minute, and she would thank whatever god if she managed to get out, alive.

She closed her eyes, and fired at the vampire's chest. Blood pooled out and ruined his crisp white shirt. The second she fired; she was slammed onto the trees. Her head swayed, her eyes begged to shutter close, her lips cut and she tasted her blood in her mouth.

Black spots across her vision, she could only give in to darkness before the words were heard.

" Gotcha, Albelle darling." Followed by a masculine laughter.