*MELENA*

I kept twisting and turning, searching for a place to hide.

Finally, I found one, a low Coburg within the large kitchen counter.

I push myself hurriedly inside, coiling my body to get as small as I can to fit in. With one hard pull, my long, dirty hair, which sweeps along the ground when I walk, was also inside. I gently shut the door of the Coburg.

I pressed the palm of my hand against my mouth, so hard as if I wanted to suffocate myself. Not wanting to be found for breathing too heavily, smelling the powerful scent of the individual getting stronger and stronger.

My heart pounded heavily within my chest, so loud that I felt it would give away my hideout, and my body was unable to stay still. I was petrified; I sobbed quietly. Hoping and praying that he didn’t find me.

The male was now inside the kitchen.

I peeked through a small hole within the door of the cupboard, and there I saw him. Walking along the kitchen floor. I could only see the back of him as he turned towards the refrigerator.

He was fully attired, unlike the others.

He was in a long-sleeved burgundy tight shirt that clung to his upper body, showcasing his well-built body. A pair of black pants and a large black shoe.

As he stands in front of the refrigerator, he takes out a large bottle of water and starts to drink thirstily. He opened the refrigerator while he continued to drink.

I could only see a little of his dark brown hair, for he was very tall.

He then inserts the bottle of water back into the refrigerator and closes the door, turning around.

Suddenly, he stopped, and my heart felt it did as well.

“Michael,” he called. His voice is commanding but smooth.

A man came running in who looked as if he were in his twenties. He was one of the four men I saw. He was now fully clothed.

“Yes, alpha,” he answered.

I almost pissed myself when he said alpha.

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