Obsession: The Lycan King's Human Mate Chapter 157
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She could see nothing. It was darkness all around her and even though she wanted to move it was like nothing was giving her way to do so.
Trees and plants along with dangerous looking brushes surrounded her. Where was she? What kind of forest was this?
The town she lived in did not have this kind of forest which meant that she was somewhere else. But what was happening? How the hell did she reach so deep into the forest that she could not hear any car or could not even see a tiny flicker of light.
She hesitantly placed her foot forward and gulped. Should she even try?
Trying till now had gotten her nowhere but at the rate of which she had tried, did she even do something? She had always gone with the flow, with what others told her, where they led her but no she found no one and it scared her.
She was always scared.
She started walking in front, wherever it took her would be seen later. She was no reader of stars and since it was night sun was obviously not here hence, she was blind. Literally blond since there was no light and she couldn't see anything.
Branches of wood cracked underneath her shoes as she walked forward. The fear was continuing to spike up because by far nor had she seen a human or any one of the supernatural community. Also, the owl hitting from afar did not help. Everytime he did, she could not help but jump at the sound. Of it.
'Please, please,' she kept on chanting, having no idea what to hope for anymore. What should she ask for anyway? Safety? Love affection?
She stopped, what was that? The crunching beneath her feet had subdued the noise which is why she now stood straight. Her eyes darted around to find the source of noise as her ears concentrated on it.
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Someone was talking, but who was it? Her forehead creased as she tried to concentrate. What the hell?
She slowly stepped forward, even quieter than before noty warning to alarm whoever it was. If they were supernatural, then she was not taking any chances, she was going to run and she was going to be quiet in the first place so that they wouldn't know about her presence.
But the sight in front of her had completely taken her by surprise.
What the hell?
She was looking at herself. She was on the grass and Noah was standing in front of the witch. He was about to kill her as she remembered.
Her eyes grew wider and she watched him kill her all over again. Her foot stepped immediately and a branch, a fallen one, snapped underneath the pressure making her freeze immediately!
She stared at them all. Noah continued to talk to the woman as if he had not heard it and no guard was sent her way.
They didn't hear her? She could not believe it.
She also cried out when the woman was torn apart. It was a bloody sight and she wondered how her pregnant self did not vomit immediately at it. The blood was still gushing out of the women and Adeline saw that her attention was on the man who had led her to her demise.
She watched the entire thing. He had asked her to walk with him into the forest and she followed, barely being able to stand she walked behind him without uttering a word.
She watched the women struggle to get her ready. She admired her spirit, never took herself as a fighter but she was ready to do it to save herself. The girl took an odd looking injection and jabbed it in her neck taking her out in an instant.
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Now she wanted to watch what happens next, here she had lost her consciousness. She saw them continue to clean her as their body would send her back if she was not clean enough. They scrubbed her clean and applied some kind of oil on her skin. They had taken her clothes off by now and she tried to yell but no one heard her.
They dressed her in a white dress and then took her somewhere. They part had her gasping for breath because of what they were doing next.
They raised the pole and splashed her with something. Her body immediately absorbed it and she blinked twice in shock. What the hell was that?
A group of women began chanting and Noah stood on the side staring at her. They threw something else on her, making her frown. They were stones of different colors. stones ? What the hell"
One of the women lit a stick on fire and they brought it close to her. Her eyes widened immediately and she stepped into action.
"Hey! Stop it!" she screamed and neared the woman but slammed into something. Raising her hand up in curiosity, she felt a wall, a barrier stopping her from moving forward and nearing the woman.
So she could just watch now.
She gulped as they made some kind of design on her skin with the fire. Her flesh was burnt and sizzled but she couldn't hear or smell it. How was it that she was here and at the same time ws not?
A blind flod was brought to her eyes and she saw them pour water over her. Then came markings from sand . . .? What were they doing?
And it was around that time when they were shifting her from the pole to the concrete wall, she had woken up here, hearing the chants of the women.
She remembered what was about to come next, she glanced down on an instant and found herself to be white of the pregnant belly. Without thinking twice she ran to the direction where she saw Noah pull out a dagger. The barrier could not stop hair fall stop should try to push past only to scream as herself did in front of her when he plunged the dagger inside her and tore apart her skin.
"No!"Her eyes opened and she sprang up from the bed.
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