30 comments/ 18070 views/ 36 favorites Avoiding the Storm Ch. 03-04 By: Black_Beauty904 First off: I know it has been a while & that's my fault. I am soooo sorry for taking so long, but upon request I did make the story longer, which took more time than I expected. In Word document, this story was 26 pages long but on Lit it's only 4 or 5. I am not going to give any excuses but being a writer is more difficult than I thought lol. Secondly, I would like to thank everyone for the positive feedback, because I honestly was expecting some harsh/mean critics. This story was made better by my editor QnightStorm!!! I am thankful because I would be lost without his help (very serious). So this is the third and fourth chapters of Avoiding the Storm & I know you're dying to read it so I leave you with this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, all feedback/criticism is taken into consideration (Although I don't believe there would be any criticism) lol. Lights...Camera....Action!!! B_B904 Old Scottish words... - heid = head - bonnie = beautiful - Aye = yes *Zaira -- Barrhead Scotland* Zaira was in disbelief as she made her way down the local market isle. 'Who in their right mind would go to the store at ten o'clock at night for some damn napoleon ice cream?' as Zaira scorned herself. When Eli and Zaira had a restless night, they would always settle down with a bowl of napoleon ice cream. Eli ate the chocolate, she ate the strawberry, and the vanilla sat in the freezer until grocery day. Zaira looked at the preoccupied Eli who wore his Hulk pajamas with matching Hulk flip-flops and giggled to herself. She had to choose between a singing Eli or a preoccupied Eli. She chose the less noisy option, which lead to Eli playing angry birds on her cellphone. Zaira stopped at the register, but Eli caught her attention. "Mommy," cried Eli in a low whining voice. 'Uh oh, I wonder what he wants' thought Zaira as she looked down at Eli. "What do you want? asked Zaira as her attention went towards the displayed candy. "Can I," stated Eli before he was interrupted by his mother. "It's may I, not can I sweetheart" corrected Zaira as she looked at her son. "Ok, may I have a Twix?" asked Eli as he put on his best pouting face. "Yes, but you will NOT eat it tonight," Zaira said and after seeing Eli's attempted objection added "Sad face or no sad face, understood?" "Yes ma'am," stated a grinning Eli. Zaira removed the Twix from the candy display, and gave the clerk her items. "Will this be all Miss?" asked a handsome older man. "Yes Sir" stated an observing Zaira. After receiving her groceries and receipt, she walked to the car with Eli holding her hand. Zaira placed the bags on the floor, fastened Eli into the booster car seat, and closed his door. Just when she opened the driver door, she heard a rattling from the bushes. Wondering what was making the noise; Zaira's curiosity got the best of her. She reached down towards her grey sweat pants, and removed the P229 from her ankle holster. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked toward the bushes with the gun behind her back. When she finally stopped at the edge of the curb, she heard a loud growl. After hearing the loud growl, Zaira pulled the gun from behind her back. She would be ready for whatever hid in the bushes or die trying. Seconds later she saw large crystal blue eyes prowling close to the ground. 'What the hell is that?' thought Zaira as her breathing quicken and her eyes narrowed. As if reading her thoughts, the big creature walked into her view. Immediately unable to move, she observed the beast. 'Is that a wolf? No, that couldn't be a wolf. I never saw a wolf like that on animal planet. There is no way in hell wolves get that big unless they are on steroids' debated Zaira. The creature's fur was all black, the eyes were crystal blue, and it was five times bigger than the average wolf. Feeling unprepared she tried to slowly step backward until the wolf growled at her. She would have ran back to the car, but the creature with its huge teeth and drool informed 'You move, you die'. 'Put the gun down' said a little voice in the back of Ziara's mind. Never ignoring the voice before, Zaira slowly placed the gun on the ground, and kicked her gun to the side. Showing a sign of surrender, Zaira closed her eyes tightly and said a silent prayer to God. "Keep the heid bonnie" laughed a deep masculine voice. "There is no reason to pray," mocked the voice. Zaira eyes suddenly opened and began to search the perimeter. 'Where in the hell did that come from' thought Zaira as she looked confused. "It came from me," said the black wolf in the thick Scottish accent. In shock from seeing the wolf talk, Zaira stood there shaking. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, nothing would come out. Therefore, she gave up on speaking and just observed the wolf. The black wolf's muscles pulse with every movement, the sharp fangs dripped with drool and its large eyes focused only on Zaira. The wolf began to approach her while licking his lips. Unsure what to do, Zaira just stood there watching the wolf's every step. 'If it wanted to kill you, then you'd be dead already' assumed Zaira to herself. "Very smart" said the wolf as he now sat before Zaira feet. "Did you just read my thoughts?" asked a stuttering Zaira. "Aye, I did," stated the wolf. The wolf began to circle Zaira, making her nervous. "Luna has blessed me well," said the wolf as he licked his lips. "What are you talking about?" questioned a curious and nervous Zaira. "Yer mine wummin" growled the wolf. "Excuse you, but I don't belong to anyone," stated an annoyed Zaira who was trying her best to appear calm. Before Zaira could protest anymore, the wolf pounced on her. Zaira was suddenly on the ground, pinned down under the big wolf. "Now look here wummin" growled the wolf as he sniffed Zaira's neck. "Yer...Belong...To...Me," stated the wolf as he stressed the importance of each word. Zaira was speechless because the wolf eyes captivated her. The wolf lowered its head toward Zaira, inhaling her fragrance. Captivated by the fragrance, the black wolf could not hold back the urge to lick her pulsing neck. Just when the black wolf's tongue escaped his mouth, he heard a loud growl. The wolf being in a compromising position, slowly adjusted his body. "Get the FUCK off her, before I rip your throat out," demanded a pissed off voice. 'I know that voice' thought Zaira as she searched for the intruder. "Ye know dat fool?" asked the black wolf as he repositioned his body. She nodded her head and slowly reclined on elbows. What she saw next, astounded her. There was another wolf on steroids, with light golden brown hair, and dark grey eyes. Zaira focused on the golden brown wolf and thought hard to herself. 'That hair and that voice, it's too familiar. It couldn't, it's not him. One thing is for sure, I'm going crazy' laughed Zaira. Almost two months had gone by and that same voice hunted her every step. "Get away from her NOW," exclaimed the brown wolf. Before the black wolf could protest, the brown wolf charged towards them. In shock, Zaira let out a loud gasp. Just like that, the brown and black wolf were pacing around each other. Unsure about what to do, she watched the foolish wolves. 'I belong to nobody, who do they think they are? They can't fight over me as if I'm a piece of meat' thought a now pissed off Zaira. "Stop it!" shouted an irritated Zaira. The wolves stopped, glanced at Zaira, and continued their pacing. Before she could say anything else, the brown wolf snapped at the black wolf's neck. Unable to dodge the attack, the brown wolf's powerful jaws latched around his opponent's neck. Seeing the black wolf's pain, she felt a need to protect the creature. "Enough, you're hurting him" shouted a concerned Zaira. Only focused on his rival, the brown wolf did not notice Zaira's movements. Suddenly in one swift kick, Zaira was able to cause pain in the brown wolf's right side. Still in pain, the brown wolf tightened the hold on his foe's neck. Admitting his defeat the black wolf whimpered in pain, and she swiftly kicked the brown wolf's side again. Getting angry, the brown wolf released the black wolf's neck and narrowed his eyes at Zaira. "I said enough Adrian," exclaimed Zaira as she looked at the brown wolf. Suddenly, the brown wolf shifted into a tall, naked, familiar, and handsome figure. 'Adrian Hitgaz, time has been good to you' groaned Zaira to herself. "You dare defy me for this piece of shit," shouted Adrian as he kicked the black wolf. The black wolf whimpering brought Zaira out of her previous thought of lust. She kneeled down to the black wolf and was about to comfort him before she heard Adrian growl. "You will not touch him unless you want him to die," bellowed Adrian while smiling. "Listen here" demanded Zaira as her anger grew. Zaira rose from her kneeling position by the black wolf. She slowly walked towards Adrian's folded arms and a straightened posture. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you do not own me and you will not touch him," exclaimed Zaira as she looked into Adrian's dark onyx eyes. Getting tired of her talking, Adrian grasped her throat tightly and smiled. "Listen to me good," demanded Adrian as he looked into her eyes. Taking in her fragrance of cinnamon and pears, Adrian's head lowered towards Zaira's neck. Hypnotized by her scent Adrian gripped her throat tighter. He slowly began to lift Zaira off the ground by her throat. Unable to breath, Zaira clawed at Adrian hand while kicking her legs in the air. "You, Zaira Deja Hitzag belong to me," stated Adrian as he ignored her clawing and kicking. "The quicker you accept that," said Adrian as he sucked on her earlobe. "The easier your life will become" whispered Adrian. Zaira tried her hardest to gasp for air, but neither kicking nor clawing helped. She felt her lungs give in and her eyelids getting heavy. Not willing to admit defeat, Zaira felt a need to express a couple of words. "Fuck you" soundlessly mouthed Zaira. Getting agitated, Adrian released Zaira's throat, and she fell hard on the concert. Trying to grasp for air, she ignored the pain in her arm. Not giving her the opportunity to speak another word, he swiftly covered Zaira's body with his. Catching her off guard, Adrian turned into hybrid and moved his mouth towards her neck. Adrian fangs extended from his mouth, he slowly licked Zaira neck. "Your ass is mine" reminded Adrian. Just when Zaira felt Adrian's fangs dig into her neck, she heard her cellphone alarm. Waking up sweating, Zaira felt chills run down her spine. "Damn, not this shit again" quietly said Zaira. Seven weeks had gone by since she last saw Adrian at the airport. During those seven weeks, she had similar dream every night. The dream revolved around a black wolf and Adrian. The first couple of weeks, she just laughed off the dreams. As time went on, the dreams became more intense. Before she knew it, she had become obsessed with her dreams. 'Why are you tripping Zi? Not like werewolves exist. Plus, Adrian can't find us. Just take deep breaths and try to relax' thought Zaira as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. Unable to calm down, Zaira gave up. "Fuck," shouted an agitated Zaira as she set up in bed. Rubbing her forehead, she felt the stress creep upon her body. Zaira sat in the dark allowing only the streetlight to enter into her bedroom apartment. 'Focus on something. Like what? How about decorating? I'm tired of decorating. Then how about the case on tv? Nope, to depressing. How about drawing? Yeah, I can do that' debated Zaira. She turned on her lamp and grabbed her sketchbook along with charcoals. Flipping through the pages, she focused on the current muse of her sketching. Looking at the picture of the black wolf with piercing eyes, she wondered 'Who and what are you'. Flipping to a blank page, Zaira began to think about Adrian's onyx eyes. She never saw eyes like his before, and she grew to hate those eyes. Adrian's eyes hunted her day and night. Getting more frustrated, she threw her sketchbook across the room. She got out of bed and paced her room. Feeling enclosed and suffocated, Zaira opened the window. Sitting on the edge, she began to take deep breaths. Looking out at the beautiful scene before her eyes, Zaira felt the stress leak out of her body at that exact moment. Other than the taunting dreams, she really enjoyed the beautiful, peaceful, and surreal Scotland. Watching the sunrise she felt her worries fade away. Taking a deep breath of the country wind, Zaira was ready for whatever the day may bring. "She expected the world, but it flew away from her reach. So she ran away in her sleep, and dreamed of paradise, (1)" sang her alarm. "Time to wake up Eli" said Zaira as she rose up from the window seat. Zaira walked out of her bedroom and into the hallway. Peeking into Eli's room she thought to herself 'Aw, look at my little baby'. Looking around his room, she realized his Hulk obsession was getting to be a bit much. "This is not good for a five year-old. Maybe, we can add the Transformers into his collection. First, this stuff was cute but now it's kind of creepy' thought Zaira as she picked up a Hulk action figure. "Eli, baby it's time to wake up" stated Zaira as she turned on Eli nightstand lamp. "Couple more minutes mommy," mumbled Eli as he pulled the covers over his head. "If you do not get up at this moment, my hand and your butt will have a reunion" said Zaira with a stern voice. Before she knew it, Eli jumped out of bed. "Good morning mommy" Eli said groggily. "Morning sweetheart" smiled Zaira as she hugged her son. They shared a moment of hugging and silence. "How about I fix you eggs, cheese grits, and sausages for breakfast," asked Zaira as she kissed Eli's cheek. "Mmm that sounds good," stated a smiling Eli as he rubbed his stomach. "Okay," stated Zaira as she stood up. "Your uniform will be waiting on the bed after you get out the bathroom," said Zaira as she walked towards the door. "Okay Mommy," yawned Eli as he got out of bed and walked towards his bathroom. Zaira walked towards the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Just when she finished cooking, Eli approached her. There her baby stood wearing his dark green/gold plaid shorts, a dark green vest with gold trimmings, a white dress shirt, green and black air force ones sneakers. He held up his green and gold plaid tie signaling Zaira to help him. "I use to help your daddy with his tie," stated a smiling Zaira. "You look handsome in your uniform," she exclaimed while kissing his forehead. Eli sat down in his chair while she watched him eat breakfast because she knew those moments would not last forever. *Adrian -- Germany* Adrian sat in his office looking at the pictures of Zaira and Eli. It had been exactly seven weeks and he heard no news about them. 'What if someone harmed them? What if some guy thought Zaira was his mate? What if I never see them again?' Adrian discussed with himself. He had not been able to sleep because of a reoccurring dream. Every dream consisted of a dark blond wolf abusing Zaira, but the worst has yet to come. Zaira would scream out Adrian's name but he was unable to help her. No matter how hard he tried running towards her, the darkness would only consume him. Adrian's head rested on his palms and took a deep breath. 'Don't fret human, they're still alive' reassured his wolf. 'And how would you know? If you know, they're alive then where are they?' asked an aggravated Adrian. 'Don't get pissy at me you mere human. It's not my fault they're gone, now is it' barked Adrian's wolf. His wolf was right it was Adrian's fault. Adrian's men searched every state; he even had his men stationed around her family in both Texas and Florida. Getting more frustrated Adrian put the pictures and their information back into his top drawer. He relaxed his head on the back of his chair, closed his eyes, and held the bridge of his nose. How could he focus on his pack if there was a possibility that his family was in danger. Making sure the pack was running smoothly was the only thing that kept him sane. The FBI still had Conrad in custody, which relieved Adrian. Yeah, he might seem like a bad brother but he knew his brother would want revenge. If Adrian was unable to find them, he knew Conrad would. Conrad had connections because of his criminal occupation. Suddenly, he heard a loud knock at the door that pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in" demanded Adrian in a stern voice. Boris walked into Adrian's decorated office. The office walls painted tan with maroon trimming the borders, maroon antique chairs trimmed with gold, and the French black marble fireplace is Adrian's glory. "Hey, Boss," said Boris as he walked into Adrian office. Adrian looked at his nervous friend, Boris, and knew something was wrong. "What has happened?" questioned Adrian as he set up in his desk. Adrian motioned for Boris to sit down in the chair across from his desk. "We have news," said Boris as he sat in the maroon chair. "How bad is it," requested a curious Adrian as he stood up from his black leather chair. "Well, I just received news about Conrad," announced Boris as he watched Adrian. "And?" requested an impatient Adrian as he urged Boris to continue. "And, his plane will touchdown tomorrow. Our sources believe Zaira and her son switched their identity. Because no one had any records of a Zaira or Eli Jacobs boarding a plane," stated Boris as he shifted in his seat. At that moment, everything was changing and Adrian could not stop the process. Boris looked at Adrian, and saw something he never saw before. A man in love, a man with a weakness, and Boris saw a man in pain. "Don't worry Boss," requested Boris as he stood up from the maroon chair. "We'll find them before anything happens" reassured Boris as he stood behind Adrian. Adrian stood looking out the window and admired the scenery. 'Let's go for a run' requested his wolf. 'Is there a way I can say no?' asked Adrian to his wolf. 'No, we need this. You're driving me crazy' requested the wolf. Adrian knew his wolf was right. "I'm going for a run Boris, I'll be back in 30," said Adrian as his hand ran through his hair while he walked towards the door. Finally, outside of the four-storied house, Adrian looked around his compound. Observing the compound's beautiful landscape, he wondered if Zaira and Eli would enjoy it. Shifting into a light golden brown wolf with dark grey eyes, Adrian began running. Running into the woods, Adrian felt the blood run through his body. Suddenly, Adrian realized someone was following him and he knew whom it was. She wore loud perfume that burned through his nostrils. Tired of the games, Adrian stopped running and faced towards the intruder. "What do you want Elena?" asked Adrian as he transformed into human form. *Elena* A red henna haired wolf with amber eyes came lurking behind a tree. The wolf shifted into a pale five foot nine woman, with hazel eyes, a petite body, and red henna hair. Standing in her naked form, she placed her palms on her slim waist. "Aw, what's the matter?" asked Elena as she slowly walked towards Adrian. Biting on her lower lip, Elena admired Adrian's naked form. Just by watching Adrian standing in his naked glory made Elena's body shiver. Avoiding the Storm Ch. 03-04 "I do not like repeating myself Elena. What the hell do you want?" exclaimed a pissed off Adrian. "I can barely recognize you," inquired Elena as she stood in front of Adrian. Standing before Adrian, Elena noticed a few things about him. First, Adrian hair is lightly curled and it stopped beyond his strong jaw line. Secondly, his smooth face now wore a neatly trimmed five o'clock shadow. Lastly, Elena noticed how Adrian muscles grew since the last time she saw him. "I must say, I like the new you?" whispered Elena as she rubbed Adrian chest. Elena began to kiss lightly on Adrian's neck, as she twisted his nipple. A quick intake of breath caused him to push Elena's head down signaling her to move further. Still kissing on Adrian's neck, Elena began to kiss his collarbone. Unwilling to stop, she kneeled down smirking up at him. Massaging his balls, Elena watched his cock become erected. His nine-inch cock made her mouth droll. Licking her lips, she began to grip his cock tightly into her small hands. She was unable to wrap her whole hand around his cock because of his thickness. Memorizing the cock she has sucked so many times made her wet. Flicking her tongue around the head, Elena began to pump his cock slowly. Adrian placed his hand behind Elena head and encouraged her to suck him by forcing her closer. When she refused, he became enraged. "Don't test me Elena" demanded Adrian as he forced his cock into Elena mouth. Being a professional at sucking cocks, Elena swallowed Adrian's cock without gagging. Getting his whole cock wet, Adrian began to pick up his pace. Holding Elena's head still, Adrian pumped his cock inside of Elena's throat. Forcing himself deeper inside of her, he held his head back. Unsatisfied by her lip service, Adrian removed his cock. *Adrian* "Turn over," demanded Adrian as he shoved Elena backwards. Turning over on her knees and palms, Elena teased Adrian by swinging her hips in the air. Getting behind Elena, Adrian noticed her body. How small and fragile Elena looked, and how he could see her bones. 'What the hell are you thinking? You know you don't want to fuck her. Just look at her back, you can see her damn spinal cord. Look how she lacks hips. She's like a pencil, no curves, no ass, but her breasts are nice' mocked the wolf. Adrian watched as his penis became limp. Turned off by Elena, Adrian rose from his spot and looked at Elena disgusted. 'Dammit, what has Zaira done to me' asked Adrian to himself as he rubbed his forehead. Growing impatience with Adrian, Elena turned around and looked into Adrian's eyes. His eyes not filled with lust or desire but filled with disgust. Elena was proud of her body, but the expression Adrian had on his face made her second guess her appearance. Ashamed of her body, Elena tried to cover herself. "Get out my face," roared Adrian as he looked into Elena's eyes. Elena sat on the ground, watching Adrian's onyx eyes turn into a dark grey. Adrian never used that tone of voice with her before, and maybe she could persuade him again. "But...But" stammered Elena as fear crept in her body. "Now" yelled Adrian as he watch Elena fly from his sight. Adrian watched Elena shift into her wolf form and run back into the compound. He tried to cause her much pain and humiliation because he hated Elena. She held to much pride, and he did everything he could to break her. Frustrated with himself, Adrian shifted into his wolf and ran deep into the forest. 'Zaira I swear to you this day, dead or alive. You will suffer for making me into the person I have feared to become... A man without control' thought Adrian as he continued his run. Looking up into the sky, Adrian noticed the dark storm clouds approaching. Adrian closed his eyes and welcomed the storm. He knew no matter how hard a person try, they could not avoid the storm. *Elena* 'How dare he treat me that way. He has another thing coming if he thinks I will forget this. How could he treat me like this, as if I'm not good enough. Me, Elena Rosemead, not good enough? He must been having a bad day. Maybe I can solve his problem, and then he'll come crawling back to me. After he realizes what I have done for him, he will finally accept me as Alpha Bitch' plotted Elena to herself as she stormed into the compound. Elena had to solve Adrian's problem and quickly. The faster she solved his problem, the faster he would accept her as equal. Her becoming Alpha Bitch would set her twin and herself up for life. 'I need information, I wonder if Evona knows anything' asked Elena to herself as she walked upstairs. "Evona, my dear sister, I need your assistances," requested Elena as she telepath to her sister. "What the hell do you want Elena" moaned an annoyed Evona. "I'm kind of busy," stated Evona as she gripped the sheets tightly. "Oh please, the fucking can wait," said Elena as she walked into her bedroom. "Do you know what's going on with Adrian?" asked Elena as she walked towards the body length mirror. "No I don't...Why, is something wrong?" stated a frustrated Evona as she shoved her lover afar. "He...He turned me down" stuttered Elena as she observed her naked form in the mirror. "What do you expect Elena?" Evona asked as she sat up in bed. "If you were his mate, then he would have claimed you by now. Stop while you're ahead, and remove any scheme," indicated an annoyed Evona. "But I'm supposed to be Alpha Bitch!" shouted Elena as she ran her hands down her thin waist. "Only thing you're supposed to be is beta. I'm not sure who filled your head up with lies, but Adrian Hitzag does not want you," revealed Evona as prepared for a bath. "Who would want to mate with someone who has slept with every available male? Enough is enough Elena, I'm sorry," Evona sympathized. "Fine, settle on being beta," shouted a pissed off Elena. "He does want me, he just doesn't know it yet," stated Elena as she closed off communications with her sister. Evona was older than Elena was by two minutes. She regretted having a little sister especially when the little sister was Elena. Looking at herself in the mirror, Evona, was always different from her little sister. They both shared same red henna hair, hazel eyes, and five foot nine height. The differences between the sisters are noticeable. Elena believed the world owed her something, she was petite, and she fucked men just for the sport. Evona was different, she worked for what she wanted, Evona was chubbier than Elena, Evona respected herself, and she was content with her life. Being older than Elena is Evona felt a need to protect her from harm. Evona believed Elena's attitude came when their parents abandoned them. At the age of two, the sisters were abandoned on the Hitzag porch. The Hitzag family raised Evona and Elena as their daughters. Elena's actions were the reason for the downgrade to beta. Mrs. Brigitta Hitzag heard of Elena's countless number of sexual partners and her sly ways. Adrian and Mr. Alban Hitzag heard rumors about Elena's distrust towards the pack, but Alban could not believe it. When the pack had to fight against their enemies, the enemies knew their weakness. Elena sold information regarding the property and the hidden passageways. By time Adrian found out about Elena's treason it was too late, Alban was killed at "The Battle of Halberd'. Adrian was moments away from killing Elena before his mother stepped in. Brigitta made Adrian promise not to harm Elena because Brigitta could not endure another death of the family. Not only did he promise not to harm Elena but to keep it a secret only between their family. If the pack knew about Elena's betrayal, they would view their leaders as weak pups. Until this day, Elena only survives because of Mrs. Hitzag survival. Since the betrayal, Adrian had to build the clan back up from scratch with no help or guardianship. Chapter 2 *********************************************************************** *Zaira -- Scotland (Friday)* "Eli Jamal Jacobs, if you don't hurry up" shouted Zaira towards Eli's room. as she stood by the kitchen. Eli came running out of his room with his hulk backpack attached to his shoulder. Zaira watched as her son approached her while smiling at her. "I'm ready mommy" breathlessly said Eli as he slouched. Eli slouched over with his palms resting on his kneecaps. Trying to catch his breath, Eli took one deep breath and stood up. "Are you okay sweetheart?" asked a concerned Zaira while looking into Eli's emerald eyes. "I'm okay mom," stated Eli as he walked towards to kitchen. "Do you have everything you need?" requested Zaira as she watch Eli plunder through the fridge. "Yes ma'am" said Eli as he grabbed a yogurt. "Let's go through the list, just to make sure" Zaira requested. "Again? Do we have to?" groaned Eli as he rolled his eyes. "Yes because this is your first sleepover, and I won't be there if you need me" stated Zaira as she felt a tear run down her cheek. "Mommy, don't cry again," pleaded Eli as he walked towards his mother. Zaira felt Eli arms wrapped around her waist. She held Eli in her arms as she tried to collect her emotions. 'God woman, he's just going to a sleepover. He will be fine; you will pick him up Sunday morning. That's a day and a half' thought Zaira to herself. "I'm okay sweetheart," whispered Zaira as she put on a fake smile. "If you don't want me to go," said Eli as he looked into Zaira drying eyes. "No, I want you to go and have fun" interrupted Zaira. "Good, now come on mom" Eli said enthusiastically before running towards the door. Zaira watched Eli as she gathered her keys and purse. She giggled to herself as she watched Eli golden brown curls bounced while he ran out their house. After forty-five minutes of constant driving, Zaira finally arrived at the Ballard residence. Amazed by the landscape and the built house, Zaira focused on her surroundings. As soon as Zaira stopped the 2004 Black BMW, Eli unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the stopped car. Watching Eli run up to the Ballard's home as a second home, Zaira felt a warm secure feeling. Zaira put the car in park, turned off the ignition, and exited the car. Observing the family from afar, Zaira watched Shona walking outside with Duclas running ahead of his mother. Shona was a short woman, smaller than Zaira, with light brown hair. Shona greeted Zaira with a hug, which she eagerly accepted. Shona and her husband, Nicolas, invited Zaira inside for a glass of lemonade. An hour later, Zaira stepped down from the Ballard house steps and walked towards her BMW. After saying goodnight to Eli, Zaira walked to the car with a feeling of contentment. 'What a nice family' Zaira thought to herself while driving home. 'When will I get my happily ever after' asked Zaira to herself. 'You had you're happily ever after with Jeremiah, now it's time to move on' stated a voice in Zaira head. 'I was happy, why did this happen to me? I want the nice house with a big yard, a dog, and a big family. Where is my happily ever after' demanded Zaira as she hit the wheel in frustration. All Zaira could think about was her happy life with Jeremiah. When Jeremiah died, her happiness faded day by day but the only thing that kept her alive is Eli. As she reminisced about her life with Jeremiah, one of her favorite songs began to play on the radio. As she turned the radio up, Zaira recalled the lyrics and began to sing. "So I won't let you close enough to hurt me. No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me. I can't give you what you think you gave me. It's time to say goodbye to turning tables. " sang Zaira in a low key. "Under haunted skies I see. Where love is lost, your ghost is found. I've braved a hundred storms to leave." continued a singing Zaira as tears fell down her face. "Next time I'll be brave, I'll be my own savior. Standing on my own two feet (2)" sobbed Zaira as she continued singing in a higher tone. Not paying attention to the road, Zaira was unable to avoid the huge pothole. "Damn it!" shouted Zaira as she swerved off the road. "This can't be happening now," cried Zaria as she parked the car. Furious by the flatten tire, the setting sun, her crying, and the rain Zaira hit the wheel countless number of times. 'Crying won't solve anything, and neither will sitting in a car with a flat tire.' Zaira told herself as she turned off the ignition and emerged from the car. "Great day not to bring an umbrella" mocked Zaira to herself. Walking to the front passenger tire, Zaira observed the damages. She did not know how to change a tire, but today would be a good day to learn. The worst part was Scotland's horrid weather. Deciding not to pout about the situation anymore, Zaira walked towards the trunk. Opening the trunk, she took out the tire and jack. After ten minutes of constant fails, Zaira stood up having figured out that she was not going to get the damn tire changed on her own. Opening her arms wide with her head tilt towards the clouds, she let the rain consume her body. As she looked into the dark clouds, she screamed at the heavens above. She cussed at Jeremiah for leaving her; she cussed at the terrible weather, but most of all she cussed at herself. She could not live life regretting the past nor missed opportunities. Zaira let the rain wash away all her fears/trouble and let out a sigh of relief. Laughing at her current situation, she did not notice that she had company. "Are ye trying to catch yer death?" asked a deep Scottish masculine voice. Frozen in her steps, Zaira slowly turned around and gasped silently. What she saw astonished her, and all she was capable of doing was staring. Before Zaira's eyes, was a tall, handsome, and well-built man. Surrounding him were three black Cadillac SUVs and two black Land Range Rovers. Each car had at least three men in them; she wondered why he travelled with a crew. Thinking about him, made her attention return to the intruder. "Are ye okay bonnie?" repeated the handsome man. 'That voice is familiar' thought Zaira as she tried to avoid eye contact. 'The dream, oh fuck...no this can't be happening' Zaira mentally shouted to herself. The man hid under an umbrella but the only thing Zaira could see was his stern full lips. She needed to see his eyes, to determine if he was the one who hunted her dreams. He stepped closer allowing his umbrella to shield her from the rain. Zaira took that opportunity to look upon her rescuer's face, and was astonished. "You're the man from my dreams" she said quietly. "Excuse me bonnie?" said Zaira rescuer as he stared into her eyes. "Um, nothing" Zaira said a little bashfully as she glanced up into his light blue eyes. 'His eyes are so beautiful, and they remind me of the waters surrounding the Bahamas. He's the one from my dream. The wolf in my dream could read my thoughts, I wonder if he's reading mine.' thought Zaira. She continued to stare at the tall figure in front of her. He wore lightly baggy dark denim jeans, a snug dark purple V-neck shirt, black/dark purple Nikes sneakers and a Skyline Geneva Platinum watch. He stood at least six feet three, a body built like professional football player Tebow, and broad shoulders. His facial feature held light blue eyes, thick/kissable lips, a medium sized nose; raven black hair grew slightly beyond his shoulder, and a light scruffy beard. When he smiled, you could see his straight white pearly teeth and light crow's feet at the corner of his eyes. What surprised Zaira was the diamond earring in his right ear. 'Uh oh, a pretty boy' thought Zaira. As if reading her thoughts, the handsome man giggled to himself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Zaira said as she shyly looked into his eyes. "It's okay bonnie, I'm used to it" mocked the handsome man. "Colin MacLeod at your service" pronounced Colin as he grabbed her hand. "Zaira Jacobs" stated Zaira as she watched Colin kiss her hand, and never breaking eye contact with her. 'Shit, I just told him my real name. Well telling a couple of people won't hurt" thought Zaira. *Colin* Colin sat in the backseat of his black Cadillac Escalade, with tinted windows. Being Alpha of the MacLeod clan was indeed stressful but it had many benefits. The MacLeod clan was one of the most powerful clans in Europe besides the Hitzag of course. Colin considered himself a reasonable and humble person, but he despised the Hitzag clan. 'Cocky bastards' announced Colin to himself. Dismissing his rival from his thoughts, Colin began to wonder about his cousin Duncan. Besides the clan, Duncan is Colin only living family member. He feared for Duncan, because Duncan held much resentment against the Hitzag clan. The battle of Halberd (Hitzag vs. MacLeod), took lives from both Colin's and Duncan's family. The rival between Hitzag and MacLeod went back centuries. Colin worked his ass off when he was younger because he had to prove he was worthy to become alpha after his father death. Duncan did not recognize Colin as a cousin nor alpha, but they recognized each other as brother. Relaxing in the backseat Colin began to search for his IPod in his black duffle bag. Colin watched the rain pour, listened to music, and felt relaxed. Staring outside, he decided to roll down the window a little to feel the breeze. He enjoyed the drops of cool rain hitting his face, and the fresh air following in his lungs. Feeling at ease, Colin let the music drift him off to sleep. Thirty minutes later 'Oi wake the hell up!' shouted his wolf. Colin suddenly snapped his eyes opened and listened closely to his wolf. 'What is it?' asked Colin to his wolf. Before his wolf spoke, Colin nostrils were set on fire. Searching his surroundings, Colin desired to know where the smell of cardamom and apricots came from. Rolling down the window completely down, he saw a stranded car some yards ahead. The closer he got to the car, the stronger the scent became. At that exact moment, Colin realized why his wolf woke him up. By the broken down car, Colin saw a beautiful black woman yelling at the sky. If it were anyone else, he would guess the woman was mental. She was not just anyone; she's his mate. "Stop by that black car," telepath Colin to his entire posse. "Yes Sir" his posse said in union. After stopping across the street from the stranded car, Colin ran over to his damsel in distress with an umbrella. He snuck behind the damsel, observed her curvaceous but luscious body, and groaned to himself. When she leaned down to pick up the tire, Colin realized her ass and was immediately aroused. Her wet clothes helped Colin to see every hidden curves. 'Oi! If she continues to stand in the rain, you won't have the opportunity to see her naked. Because she'll be dead you fool!' shouted Colin's wolf. Snapping out of reality, Colin quickly sheltered his damsel with the umbrella. His damsel could dress so plainly but look astonishing. She wore white skintight capris, a baggy spring green shirt that stopped after her naval, spring green/white air forces, and gold accessories. Only make-up she wore was lip-gloss, her hair pinned up in a ponytail, and clear finger nail polish. She must have a date. Well, I feel sorry for the poor bastard who has the balls to date my woman' assumed Colin. After they exchanged names, Colin ordered someone to replace Zaira's tire. Zaira and Colin stood under his umbrella, waiting for his man to change her tire. Avoiding the Storm Ch. 03-04 "I hope you weren't planning on keeping this beautiful creature to yourself," mocked a masculine voice behind Colin and Zaira. "What's it to ye Duncan" asked Colin as he looked down at Zaira with her protectively in his arm. *Zaira* Zaira felt flush with Duncan's strong arm wrapped protectively across her mid-section. Leaning back to glance a look at the man called Duncan she was shocked. 'They have to be related' Zaira thought as she observed Duncan. Duncan stood 6 feet tall, not as buff as Colin (you could still see his muscles through his shirt), and had the same facial features like Colin. However, Duncan had dark blonde hair, olive green eyes, thinner lips, and freckles across his nose. Feeling Colin become possessive, Zaira shyly removed herself from his grasp. Colin saw a shivering Zaira and decided to get her a blanket and check on her car. *Duncan* "I'll be right back" said Colin as he left the umbrella with Zaira. "I can handle myself" Zaira reassured her company. "Of course you can honey," interrupted Duncan as he looked towards her car. "My name is Duncan MacLeod. What is your name pet?" stated Duncan as he licked his lips and his eyes roomed over Zaira's soaked body. Feeling uncomfortable, Zaira fold her arms across her chest. "Zaira Jacobs and I'm nobody pet" announced Zaira with attitude. "Ohhh, I like you, pet have guts" mocked Duncan as he giggled and lightly ran his finger down Zaira wet shoulder. "I'm not your damn pet" barked Zaira while she removed Duncan finger. Leaning down to Zaira ear level, Duncan quietly whispered, "I can change that, I don't mind training you". Appalled at Duncan statement, she prepared to defend herself. "Listen here, I don't know who the hell you THINK you are" snarled Zaira. "But I, Zaira Deja Jacobs do not belong to anyone! Especially a pompous ass like you" announced Zaira while she poked Duncan's chest. Before Duncan could say another word, Colin approached him from behind and grabbed Duncan's shoulder tightly. "Oi, leave her alone" demanded Colin to Duncan as he looked down at Zaira. "And if I don't? Would you want to fight for her?" playfully asked Duncan as he nudged Colin's hand off his shoulder. "Duncan! I said leave her alone now" growled Colin to Duncan. "Fine" snapped Duncan as he stood in front of Zaira with a grin. Feeling defeated, Duncan stormed back to his SUV. 'I'll teach that bitch a lesson' thought Duncan as he opened the SUV door. Never before has Duncan been openly defied by a woman. His pride would not leave the situation alone; he swore to own Zaira Deja Jacobs mentally and physically despite his cousin. Yes, he cared for his cousin, but this was personal. He sat in his Cadillac alone, plotting his revenge. *Colin* "I apologize about my cousin's behavior," said an ashamed Colin as he looked into Zaira eyes. "It's okay, I've dealt with worse" stated Zaira as she shyly glanced towards her car. "It's ready when you are," grinned Colin as he continued to stare at Zaira. "Thank you so much" Zaira bashfully replied as she once more avoided eye contact. "No problem, how about you give me your number. And we'll be even" persuaded Colin as he nudged against Zaira. He felt a surge of electricity flow through his body with the contact. "Okay, I can do that. Do you have your cell," asked Zaira as she watched Colin search his pockets. After making sure Zaira was comfortably in her car and on the road, Colin walked towards Duncan's truck. Opening his cousin door, Colin face displayed his anger. "What tha hell is yer problem Duncan?" shouted Colin in his Scottish accent. Duncan annoyed him. "Oye! I'm talking to you," barked Colin. "Nothing is wrong," Duncan said with a smirk. Colin continued staring at his cousin, "Don't get slick with me" commanded Colin. "Promise me, you will stay away from her," demanded Colin. Duncan only nodded and put his headphones into his ears. Colin looked at his cousin one last time and slammed the door. He looked into the sky and watched as the storm clouds move slowly away with the wind. The storm began to fade, but he felt something bigger was approaching. Trying to focus on the positive, Colin turned his thought to Zaira. Zaira MacLeod, the only person who holds his future in her hands. *Adrian -- Germany* Adrian sat in his office, looking at the pictures of Zaira and Eli. When he felt stressed, worried, or even uneasy he would always look at the pictures. He promised himself to have Zaira and Eli in his arms, even if it cost him everything. Living without them, Adrian felt an emptiness that he could not fill. Adrian knew he loved Zaira and Eli because every moment of everyday he thought only of them. How Eli could brighten his day with a simple joke, or how Zaira had the ability to turn his world completely around. When he was younger, his mother always told him love stories. At the end of each story, the prince always got the princess and lived happily ever after. Adrian sat in his chair wondering if he would ever get his happily ever after. However, Adrian knew he lived in the real world, where everyone does not get their happily ever after. Before he could think anything else, his worse fear became his reality. "Hello brother" greeted Conrad as he opened Adrian's office door. "Hello Conrad" said Adrian as he stood up from his chair and approached his younger brother. *Conrad* The two men stood staring into each other eyes without saying a word. Without warning, Adrian hugged his brother. Catching Conrad off guard, he stood there motionless. Conrad could tell something was wrong, but he returned the hug to Adrian. Patting each other on the back, Conrad felt content. After the hug, Adrian returned to his seat and motioned for his brother to sit down. "So did you enjoy your stay in New York," joked Adrian. Behind the drama or hardness, Adrian loved his brother and missed his company. Conrad laughed while he ran his hand through his long hair. Adrian watched his brother, and realized something was different about Conrad. No longer, did he see Mr Bad-Ass Conrad, but a changed man. "Well, I found my mate" stated a concerned Conrad as he looked at his brother. "You're lying," said a shocked Adrian as he watched Conrad. "I wish, she's a handful though. I spent a day watching her every move, I even tried to charm her. She wouldn't give me the time of day. So I left the city and came back home, but I have my men keeping an eye on her until I return" explained Conrad as his hand ran down his face. "I have found my mate also," whispered Adrian. At that moment Conrad knew something was wrong with Adrian. Throughout the years of their existence, Conrad never saw his brother in so much turmoil except at their father's funeral. "Well where is she? What is she like," asked a curious Conrad. Adrian's answer was a movement of the shoulders and a blank face expression. "Tell me what's wrong and how I can help" presented Conrad. Without another word, Conrad watched Adrian pull a package from his top drawer and placed it on top of his desk. Conrad moved forward and was stunned at the pictures before him. There she was, the bitch who turned his life upside down. In disbelief, Conrad shook his head and relaxed in the chair. Conrad began to laugh; "You can't be serious" asked Conrad while looking at Adrian. "So the bitch that turned me in is your mate" stated a pissed off Conrad. "You know I spent two fucking months locked up, and all I could think about was making that bitch suffer" raised Conrad's voice. "Stop calling her a bitch," demanded an irritated Adrian. Conrad looked at his brother in disgust, "Where is she" asked Conrad. Adrian looked at Conrad and shook his head. "You don't know where she is" asked Conrad as he rose from his seat. "No, I don't" stated Adrian while looking at a hurt Conrad. "If you can't find her, I will" said Conrad slyly. "Promise me you will not hurt them," pleaded Adrian. Conrad began to walk towards the door but heard his brother repeat his plea. "Promise me, I don't want to lose my only brother," shouted Adrian. Before Adrian could say another word, Conrad slammed the door. 'How dare he? My own damn brother turn against me. He should help me seek revenge instead of thinking about her as a mate' thought Conrad to himself. Conrad returned to his room, and found comfort on his bed. He had his own problems to handle with his own mate. Before he went to sleep, he promised himself to find Zaira for the sake of his dignity. *Elena* After Elena heard about the return of Conrad, she jumped with joy. If she were unable to have Adrian, then she would indeed have Conrad. She plotted to get information from Conrad, and get her connections to help with the issue. Making sure she looked presentable, Elena made her way to Conrad's room. She quietly walked into the room and watched a sleeping Conrad. Slowly easing herself on the bed, she straddled Conrad's legs. Preparing herself mentally, Elena slowly unzipped/unbuttoned his pants. Sliding his pants down to his thighs, Elena slipped Conrad's cock out of his silk blue boxers. Looking at his cock, Elena compared the brothers. Conrad's cock is longer but a little less thick, either way she loved feeling both of them. Elena swirled Conrad's head into her mouth and pumped his cock slowly. Elena began to kiss down the big vain, sucked on his balls, and licked down towards his ass. Before she knew it, Conrad's cock erected. Spitting and licking on his staff, Elena noticed a shifting Conrad. She began to suck past his head and slowly took more of him. Elena went deeper with each thrust and before she knew it, Conrad began to moan. She relaxed her throat, which allowed her to take half of him. Letting her throat enclose tightly around Conrad's cock, she knew he would wake soon. "Damn it Elisha" moaned Conrad. "Fuck, don't stop" demanded Conrad Pausing, and sliding Conrad's cock from her throat; "Who the fuck is Elisha," asked a pissed off Elena causing Conrad to wake up. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" shouted Conrad. "Who is Elisha," commanded Elena. "None of your damn business" stated Conrad. "Please, tell me," pleaded Elena. "Elisha is my mate," stated Conrad as he rubbed his eyes. "Your mate, are you sure?" asked a disbelieved Elena. "Yes! Don't look so surprised" said Conrad as he pushed Elena off him. "Only reason why you're in my room is because my brother turned you down" an annoyed Conrad stated. "How did you know" Elena requested as she sat up in bed watching Conrad become limp. "What do you think men who find their mates do" Conrad asked Elena while he pulled up his pants. "Continue sleeping with the pack biggest whore?" a curious Conrad asked. Elena watched Conrad bust out into laughter. "Get the fuck outta my room, and don't come back," commanded Conrad. Elena now knew what Adrian problem was. Standing up, Elena walked towards Conrad's door. Looking back into a laughing Conrad's hazel eyes, Elena realized no one want her. Plotting a plan, 'Maybe, I can go into Adrian's office and get some information. I'm not the one to be reckoned with' thought Elena to herself as she made her way to Adrian's office. Elena looked at her watch and read the time; 7:10 pm. She knew Adrian would be out of his office and at the gym. Making her way towards the opposite side of the house, Elena prepared for her revenge. Elena searched around to see any wandering eyes, feeling content, Elena made her way into Adrian's office. Quickly walking towards his desk, Elena began to search his drawers for any type of valuable information. Unsatisfied by the results, she sat back into his chair. At the corner of her eye, she saw a picture of a little boy. Removing the picture from underneath the papers, Elena looked at the pictures in disbelief. 'This is your mate Adrian? A black bitch with a brat? Come on, get serious' laughed Elena to herself. Looking at Zaira's information, Elena found out her age, name, son's name, and everything she needed to know. Taking out her cell phone, Elena captured a picture of Zaira and Eli. Feeling satisfied with the information, Elena left Adrian's office. She walked to her room with comfort because she knew things were about to change for her better good. First, she had to make some calls. *Conrad* 'I cannot believe that whore just walked into my room' stated Conrad to his wolf. 'You have bigger things to worry about, such as the issue with your mate and Zaira' said his wolf. 'There is no issue with my mate, she just haven't warmed up to me yet. Zaira is not a problem; I already have someone looking for her' reassured Conrad. 'Zaira is your brother's mate, you can't harm her. You would kill anyone who even touched Elisha, now imagine what your brother is prepared to do' yelled Conrad's wolf. No longer caring about his wolf's opinion, Conrad got out of bed. Stretching his limbs, Conrad looked around his bachelor's pad. The dark brown room had cream/gold trimmings; the furniture was dark wood with designs of wolves howling at the moon, and the materials (bedspread, curtains, and cushions on chairs) were gold with brown and cream trimmings. Conrad walked towards his hand carved dark wood fireplace, and poked at the fire. He began to think about Elisha and Zaira, but his phone pulled him from his thoughts. Picking up his phone, "Speak" Conrad demanded. "Ok good, bring her to me," commanded Conrad. He turned off his cellphone and tossed it on his bed. 'I can't believe you're bringing her here' yelled his wolf. *Adrian* Adrian began to pace his office, concerning himself about Conrad and Zaira. 'Would his own brother actually harm his mate? They had their past, but it is worth the life of his family. Would I be able to punish my brother if he did harm her' thought Adrian as he continued to pace his office. He had not received any information about Zaira nor Eli, and he began to stress about their outcome. 'The fates has blessed and cursed me. Blessed because I know who my mate is and cursed because I can't find her. I suppose I do deserve this, but damn it. I can't handle this shit' yelled Adrian to himself. He wished he could go to bed, but sleep had become a stranger to him. Every time he tried to sleep, he would only think about that horrid dream. He was helpless, he did not protect his mate and that made him mourn Walking back to his desk, Adrian set down and continued thinking about the dream. What was coming, who is the black wolf, and why does he wants Zaira; Adrian thought to himself. Before he could think anything else, Boris barged through Adrian's office unannounced. "Boss, we've found her" shouted Boris as he stormed over to Adrian. Boris slammed the manila envelope on top of Adrian's desk and puffed out his chest. Adrian emptied the contents on his desk, and was pleased. Before his eyes, there were pictures of Zaira and Eli. He began to read the content, and read of their location. He jumped out of his chair and shouted "SCOTLAND" Adrian said pissed off. "She's in fucking SCOTLAND. No more than 800 miles, and you couldn't find her" Adrian yelled. The smile on Boris's face simply faded. "Oh, she's fucking dead. Tell someone to pack my bags. I'm leaving tonight" commanded Adrian. "But sir, that's MacLeod territory" stated Boris. "I don't care, have my bags packed immediately, and tell Marcus to meet me in my room" demanded Adrian. "Yes sir," Boris quietly said as he walked towards the door, but stopped because of Adrian's booming voice. "Thank you Boris" admitted Adrian. He was not concerned about the MacLeod's, or his brother's anger. His only concern was holding his family in his arms. Adrian walked out of his office, and towards his bedroom. The plans were simples; take a shower, board the plane, go to Scotland, bring back his family, and make Zaira suffer. 'Ha, that's simple enough. Just in case, I should bring some men' thought Adrian as he took a shower. A knock at the door pulled Adrian from his current thoughts. "Come in" said Adrian. An omega named Marcus stepped through. If Adrian needed anything done with discretion, Marcus was the man to call on. "Did you request my presence my lord" asked Marcus as he watched Adrian step out the shower. Adrian placed a towel around his waist. There he stood in all his wet glory. His tall naked form would make any woman drool at the mouth. His wet hair, his shaven body, and his muscles just begged to be worshipped. He knew Zaira would enjoy his body and everything that came with it. "I want the two rooms that are next to mine prepared. One room, I want the Hulk everywhere that includes paint, toys, everything. The next room I require it to be feminine; orange, purple, and yellow. All of this must be done before Monday" ordered Adrian as he dried off. "Yes Sir, is there anything else" asked Marcus. "Yes, Elena was in my office today. Handle that situation before I come back please. I plan on bring my mate and her son back, therefore I don't want any of Elena's nonsense" demanded Adrian with a stern voice. When Adrian came back from the gym to his office, he had smelled Elena's loud perfume. He figured he would handle the situation when the appropriate time approached. That appropriate time is now, before his family came. "Understood" Marcus said simply as he waited to be dismissed. "That is all" said Adrian while he lotion his body. "Yes Sir" stated Marcus as he bowed and walked out of Adrian's room. Adrian knew Zaira would not agree with sleeping in his room because she was stubborn. Therefore, against his better judgment, Adrian had a room set up for her. Adrian continued to dress and prepared himself mentally for the upcoming battle with Zaira. *Elena* Elena was in her room talking to her contacts. She have been sending pictures and giving information, but no luck so far. Giving up, Elena dialed the last contact that could help her. "Duncan darling, long time no talk" grinned Elena through the phone. "What do I want? I can't call an old friend" asked Elena. "Okay, all bullshit aside. I need your help" confessed Elena to Duncan. "Have you heard anything about someone named Zaira Jacobs" asked Elena. "Yes, she's black, shorter than me, bigger than me. You do know her, aw that's perfect" Elena proclaimed as she grinned. "She did what? Well, I have a plan that will get us revenge and take Adrian to his knees. Do you wish to hear it" questioned Elena. As she told Duncan her plan, she began to put clothes on her bed. "What do you say, are you willing to get your hands dirty," mocked Elena while packing her bag. "Perfect, we both would reap the benefits of this plan," promised Elena. "One last thing Duncan; don't fuck this up. I will be there tomorrow," stated Elena as she hung up the phone. Everything was coming together perfectly. By the end of next week, Elena would have Adrian beneath her feet like a little pup. By the end of next week, Elena would be Alpha Bitch and Adrian would be hers to command with or without her sister's help. Elena finished packing her bags and walked towards the door with them in hand. When she opened the door, Marcus greeted her. "Going somewhere Elena" asked Marcus with a stern voice. "Yes, I'm leaving for a few weeks," stated Elena. "Good because Adrian is not pleased with you," confessed Marcus. Elena shrugged her shoulders. "I warn you, straighten up your act or be punished," demanded Marcus as he looked at Elena. Avoiding the Storm Ch. 03-04 "Fine" Elena stated bitterly. 'How dare he talk to me that way. He doesn't know who he's fucking with. When I become Alpha bitch, he will be the first to pay' thought Elena to herself. Now, she had to focus on bigger things such as catching her plane. *Zaira -- Scotland (2 hours later)* Zaira was leaving the store with bags. She was preparing for a lonely night with ice cream, her favorite tv shows, and a cozy blanket. Strawberry ice cream, the Irish comedy Mrs. Brown's Boys, and a blanket; that is what Zaira called a good night. Driving home, she wondered what to think about; should she think about Colin, Adrian, or a case she heard on the news. Although she worked at a restaurant as a waiter, she continued to think about exciting murder cases. Her first case was about young women around 30 years-old who were found dead. They were beat, raped, and their limbs detached. Zaira could not figure out the connection between the victims, and she grew restless. The longer it took to figure out the case, the longer the murder would stay on the streets. Her ringing cellphone pulled her from her thoughts. "Hello" Zaria said, as she looked puzzled at the incoming number. "Hello bonnie" stated the familiar masculine voice. "Colin well this is a great surprised" grinned Zaria through the phone. "I suppose it is. You know I couldn't go to bed without hearing that sexy voice of yours" cooed Colin. Zaira rolled her eyes at the flirtatious remark and continued to drive. "Well since you've heard it, I'm hanging up," joked Zaira. "Naw, I was only joking. What are your plans for tomorrow?," laughed Colin. Nothing much really, sitting home probably," stated a depressed Zaira. "No you're not. I will pick you up tomorrow for lunch" commanded Colin. "Oh, this will be interesting" laughed Zaira. "Tomorrow will be a day you will never forget. Well I will pick you up tomorrow around 11" Colin said as he grinned. "Okay, I look forward to it" said Zaira. Colin and Zaira said their goodbyes and hung up their cellphones. After their conversation, Zaira felt relaxed for that moment. Parking her car, she became nervous because she had not dated for a couple of years. Finally home, Zaira got out of the car and walked to her apartment with a bag in her hand. All she could think about was the upcoming date with Colin. She unlocked her door, walked inside of her dark apartment, and placed the ice cream in the freezer. She walked towards the living to turn on a lamp, but a dark figure sitting in the room caught her attention. At first Zaira assumed it was just a shadow because the lack of light only displayed an outline. Not having her gun Zaira began to fear for her life. Dropping Eli off and visiting a nice family did not require a gun, but she was wrong. 'Maybe it was the guy on the news, but whoever they were had some guts' thought Zaira. "Why the hell are you in my house," questioned Zaira. The dark figure just sat there watching her, not speaking a word. Before Zaira could say anything else, she felt someone place a cloth that smelled like chloroform over her mouth. Unable to say anything else or even struggle against her attacker, she began to feel tired. However, she tried her hardest to stay awake. The last thing she saw was the shadow pull out his cellphone. The last thing she heard was "Package contained" stated an unfamiliar voice. After that statement, Zaira's world turned dark and her body collapsed into her attacker's arms On the ground I lay, motionless in plain. I can see my life flashing before my eyes. Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare. I will not die, I'll wait here for you. I feel alive, when you're beside me. I will not die, I'll wait here for you. In my time of dying (3) Song credits: (1) "Paradise" -- Coldplay, (2) "Turning Tables" -- Adele, (3) "Time of Dying" -- Three Days Grace. Did you enjoy it? I hope you did... Please leave a comment because we (me and Qnightstorm) would like to know what you thought about the story. Chapters 5-6 will hopefully be finished before the end of this year. Unlike other writers, I am not going to write predictable stories.