When he walked back into his bedroom, Caesar had a weird feeling Safiya was no longer in the room. Or maybe she was in the bathroom? Moving fast, he looked into the bathroom. It was empty. He came back into the room. Then he noticed the window. It was opened and the cool evening wind was bristling in. He stiffened, a cold realization gnawing at him. She’s gone, you goddamn fool! But why? Why would she leave?
Just then he heard the Blam! Of the WolfStoppers. The unexpected explosion gripped him with terror. He ran out of the bedroom like a crazy dog. He got outside, his eyes looking around feverishly and wild. He saw the Fur Hunters pointing the Wolf Stoppers at the roof of the house.
“What happened?” He asked no one in particular.
“Our guns detected a werewolf, sir! It all fired at will,” One of them said. It was Slater.
“A werewolf? Quick look around!” He barked.
The men snapped to order and dispersed at once.
Caesar stood, different thoughts running round his skull. Of course! He knew it was Safiya the Wolf Stoppers had detected. She had run away. But why? he asked again.
Five minutes later, the men all came back to him.
“There’s nothing sir,” Slater said evenly. “We swept the whole grounds. Everything is fine. Maybe our guns just misbehaving, that’s all”
Caesar grunted in disgust and turned away. How could he tell them that the Wolf Stopper had actually detected a werewolf? How can he explain to them that he’s been housing a werewolf in his room for the past two months? Dazed, he walked into the house, went up the stairs and walked into his bedroom. That was when he saw the note on the bed. He came to the bed, puzzled. He picked the note and opened it.
So long, Hunter. It’s been a fun ride with you. Everything I said about Marianna was all lies. She didn’t make any calls. I mean no one did. How could you even believe that jazz? I played you, you rich loser. And if you are still wondering why things turned out so bad for you, I guess you were unlucky that’s all. Stay healthy. Well, not that I care,”
The note dropped from his hand. His eyes froze and glazed, his mouth fell open, he stopped breathing as he went into instantaneous shock. He stood there like a stone for a long moment, his legs were buckling so hard. He quickly ambled over to a chair and sat down. He was beginning to breathe again, shallowly.
He remained on the chair for a long moment, not thinking, just looking. There was no anger in him, no resentment, regret or remorse, only a drowsy, half drugged wonder of how everything had turned out for him. Safiya was right. He’s such a loser. But I can’t keep on losing. I’m tired of losing. He closed his eyes. His mind starts to work again. He thought of everyone he had ever known, Selena, Victor, Sam Wesley, Father Rupert, Hank Woodman, Lionel Williamson, Hatton, and Dvorak. Everyone except Marianna.
He couldn’t bring himself to think about her; his beautiful sister, the replica of his mother, who was lying on the floor in her room, drenched in her own blood. She was his flesh and blood and he had killed her because he had allowed himself to be deceived. You know you won’t have a rest of mind with what you did right? he thought. Yeah, I know. I can’t live with the thought. He knew his conscience would forever be restless by the guilt of this heinous crime he had committed. He had done an abominable act. He slowly took out the knife he had used to kill her. He began to turn the knife in his hand. If you are a man, you will go ahead and do it. Yes! That’s what a real man will do. He rose to his feet, his movements dreamlike and lethargic. He walked out of the bedroom and into his library. He sat down behind his desk. He placed the knife on the desk.
He reached for a whisky bottle and poured some stiff shots into a glass. He tossed it down his throat and stiffened as the liquid washed over him. Then he picked up the knife. He stared at it for a long moment. Gritting his teeth, he drew the sharp blade across his right wrist. He cut deeply and winced as blood came spurting out. Swiftly, he drew the sharp blade across his left wrist then cut deeply again. The knife fell from his trembling hand. He placed his bleeding hands on the desk, watching drowsily as his life blood made a growing scarlet pool on the desk.
He relaxed back into the chair, thinking of Marianna with her blonde-platinum colored hair, her green eyes and her beautiful, luscious body as they both played together in the torture house until his head angled down to his chest, his eyes sightless.
If he were alive, Caesar would have been terribly shocked to discover his seed was growing within the unaware Safiya following their one-time encounter.
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A year & a few months later…
“He’s so beautiful,” Victor said, his arms around Selena’s while she rested her head on his shoulders. They were looking at their lovely baby who was inside a cot, wiggling his arms and legs at them. Victor reached out and held the baby’s hand. The baby grabbed his thick, big finger in his little hand. “He’s so strong. He’s gonna grow up to be the Alpha just like his father.” He was grinning broadly now. “I mean look at him, he looks so much like me,” he commented.
“ Nah, he looks like Dad,” Selena said, laughing lines on her face.
“What?” Victor gasped. “This boy looks like his father and that’s me. Don’t you dare take that away from me, Violet!”
“Nope! He looks like my Dad,” she replied, trying so hard not to laugh, enjoying the look of pain on Victor’s face. She pointed to the baby who was sleeping now. “Look at his face, his nose, his cheeks, oh I’m sorry, my Alpha. But this boy is an offshoot of my family,”
“Violet,” Victor winced jealousy, then he noticed the teasing, laughing lines on her face and he bursted out laughing. “I ought to spank you,”
“I hope you do more than that, my Alpha,” Selena said, a naughty, smiling look on her face.
Victor knew that look. He picked her up in his arms. She squealed excitedly “Shushhhhhhh, you will wake the baby,” he said in a low voice, then he tiptoed to the bed as she continued to giggle in his arms.
The End.