Csilla stared at the tiled wall of the bathroom as the warm water cascaded down on her. Their plan was ready and will be set in motion within a week. She knew for certain that many will lose their lives, which wouldn't happen if she had just declined their invitation that fateful day. Hans clearly despised her and refused to fight by her side and that was no problem to her. One less death even if its a person that wants her dead. A warm trickled down her legs, catching her off guard. She was surprised to see a pool of red by her feet, swirling towards the drainage in the bath tub floor. That time already? And she was in a house filled with unmated males, including the alpha. Her skin suddenly felt sensitive to even the air around her, and she knew for certain that it won't take long for the entire pack to know that she was in heat. Quickly, she turned off the shower and walked to the adjoining room, rapidly drying herself with a towel so she could get dressed faster. Just as she slipped on the final piece of garment, her boots, a loud knock echoed on the door. The scent was familiar and she opened it, pulled Lenore inside and slammed it shut.
"We have to get you out of here," Lenore commented, locking the windows and pulling the curtains closed in a hurry.
"I know."
"You know? Then do you know how strong your scent is currently? Usually, a werewolf female in heat has a very strong scent that attracts the unmated males. Yours is about five times stronger and its nauseating to the female wolves here."
Csilla grabbed her cellphone and truck keys from the coffee table and was about to open the door when the sudden scent of over a dozen male wolves filled her senses.
"I can't go that way," she walked back to the closed windows and threw one of them open. "We're going to have to jump."
Lenore nodded making a run for it before jumping through the window, Csilla following after her. They landing in a group of shrubs, one of them breaking from the impact. Th two got to their feet and raced towards the giant chrome truck parked a good distance away from the château. She lifted Lenore bridal style and sprinted to the truck within seconds. As she drove from the pack house, she could smell the wolves coming, the alpha among them. Checking her rear view mirror, the background was blocked by the charging wolves.
"I have never seen anything like this," Lenore announced in disbelief, watching the alpha fighting his pack members. It was a dire and bloody situation, but there was no way she could stop. Luckily, that fight slowed them down and gave Csilla the chance to drive safely out of the forest. She pressed the gas pedal, swerving onto the main road and speeding through the line of cars before her. "How long does your heat last for?"
"A week, maybe longer. I don't know," she checked her mirrors again and was not necessarily surprised to see a silver British McLaren so far behind that she wouldn't have seen it if her eyes weren't super humanly keen. "The alpha is coming."
Lenore checked the mirror on her side, but she couldn't see a thing, nor catch her son's scent. But to think he would come after her like that was a surprising reality. Was he not the man that wanted to spend the rest of his life alone? No woman, no child? Was this what her husband spoke of before his death?
"What are you planning to do? He won't stop until your in his reach."
"I'm going to give him what he wants. You said that I am fated to him, right?"
Lenore nodded, checking the mirror again. How far behind was he? "It was foretold by a seer my husband addressed before he went loon."
"Then I'll give him what he wants."
Csilla drove in the direction of the alpha's house, blaring her horns at a good distance so the gates could be opened in time. The tall metal gates slowly swung open but was wide enough for her truck to get through by the time she neared the premises. As soon as she exited the truck, she notice the strong scent of other male werewolves within the same building she was about to enter. She turned in time to dodge a transformed werewolf, smaller than the ones she saw at the pack house but bigger than a regular wolf.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," she hissed, pulling Lenore behind her as she raced towards the back of the house dodging another transformed wolf. Out of the frying pan and into another one. A thunderous growl could be heard, shaking the souls of anybody close enough to hear it. "He's here."
"The other males will stand down, you can let me go now."
Csilla released her hand and sprinted to the back of the house where the door was left open thanks to servants doing their duties. As she entered, she stopped in her tracks as she made eye contact with the raging alpha. He was naked and bleeding, probably from the tussle earlier. She suddenly craved his blood, the sweet smell caressing her olfactory senses. He took the first step towards her, biting his lip in angst. His manhood was rock hard and dripping his excretion on to the floor. She knew that if he caught her, he would take her then and there, so she used her ability to scale walls and found herself atop the stairs. Not knowing where his bedroom was, she sniffed the air, heading in the direction of where his scent was stronger.
"Stay still, goddamn it," Lucian growled, pouncing up the stairs after her. The closer he got to his bedroom, the more her scent pulled him in. To his surprise, she was completely nude, laying down on his bed, waiting. So that's what she was up to.