Chapter 1: Buried memories
"You better stop the fucking prank, woman, and just pick up your phone and call your alpha! Otherwise, I will press the damn button and blow you up," A man with a very ugly-looking scar on his face said menacingly, holding a time bomb remote control in his hand and shaking it back and forth before a woman.
"Please spare me. I'm trying to call him, and it's not going through. Please give me a chance to call him one last time," tears streamed down Rose's face. She begged her captor with fright on her face.
Her body was tired—she was exhausted from fighting and begging for him to let her go. Her husband, her alpha partner, who should have been picking up her calls to come save her, wasn't answering.
"You better be quick, woman. Be quick. This is your last chance I'm giving you to call your alpha," the captor slapped Rose on her face, looking at her with deadly eyes.
He was enraged, as if Rose and her partner were wasting his time.
He was having second thoughts about whether to just kill Rose quickly or wait for her alpha to pick up so he could get some ransom.
His patience was thin, and the danger to Rose's life was growing heavier.
But she got a second chance to try dialing the phone again.
"Yes... thank.... thank you," Rose sobbed, forming a smile that made her look ugly.
It was a bitter smile, and besides, how could she look pretty when she had been crying for 4 to 5 hours, with her makeup ruined and her mascara stained on her face?
"Peep peep. Peep peep." The phone rang as Rose dialed the number. It took twenty seconds, and the phone still hadn't been picked up. The fear in Rose's heart grew. The thought of death was consuming her.