If you scroll past the video, you'll see me. There isn't one photo of me that I like so I had to use several.

Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

The man that I recognized as the Alpha of the Deathrow pack, Renaldo DiCaprio did more a lot of talking all that stuff about taking me down but now, I watched as he clutched at the invisible rope around his neck, struggling for air. I could see that the air around me was turning into a neon green and there was a line all around me as well in the same color. There were little marks of electricity trickling off of the edge of my fingertips and it felt like fire was coming out of my mouth with every word I spoke. I didn't sound like me. I didn't look like me but I damn sure felt like me.

"P-Please..." Renaldo sputtered out and I tilted my head in spite. "I would," I narrowed my eyes, flicking my finger back and forth, not sure what the power was but judging by the look on his face, I was squeezing his organs. "But did you stop when Mikhail begged you to?" I squinted and blood began to drip ever so slowly out of his mouth. "I'M SORRY." He yelled and my nostrils flared. His words pushed me to the edge and I growled loudly, throwing my hands everywhere and all of a sudden, bouts of fire and electricity flew out of my nails, channeling my inner anger.

It made me so upset that Mikhail got hurt because of me. They were after me and they wanted to hurt something so it would hurt me and they just happened to choose the one thing that became important to me: Mikhail. He targeted the one thing that I wanted to never be in pain. I always enjoyed seeing mischeif and happiness in those hazel orbs of his but now, all I see is dead life and pain. "GOD DAMN YOU RENALDO!" I roared, the grass below me burning to a crisp as the smell of electrified plants trickled into my noses. I knew Mikhail had been taken by Aleksandr and the rest of the pack so it was reassuring to know that he was under care. Renaldo struggled in the air, panting and gasping as I flung him from side to side. "First, you made your son come all the way to my job to pretend like he was sick with some fucking disease and I fell for him," I walked around in circles, watching as blood began to pour out of holes in his body. Did I put that there? "Only to find out that he wanted to kill me for my power. Power that I didn't even know existed." I stopped walking once I was face to face with this motherfucker. I wanted so hard to cut him in half and watch him suffer.

"Remember, the root of your transformation is anger." The old woman said. "Rage is all you will feel until you feel like the world knows your pain. At that point, there is no stopping you."

Fury radiated from me like a light bulb and I could feel my whole body shaking madly. The color around changed from a vibrant green to a hellish red: the color of anger. I could see right through his body, which meant my eye color changed. I clenched my fist in a bout of disgust and Renaldo coughed up water, choking on it. It didn't stop coming as long as my hand was clenched and I watched him suffer.

The world beneath him was rumbling and bits of rock were starting to crumble and I realized that my energy was destroying the earth beneath me. It was as if it was coexistent with my aura, reacting the same way. I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop. "Your son raped me all because of you. I almost died because of you. I almost lost my legs because of you." I stated in a deep tone. "I think it's time you feel that pain too." I smirked evilly as I chuckled darkly, unclenching my hand as I waved it towards the ground and suddenly, many pieces of sharp, blunt metal pieces of rock levitated into the air next to me and they swirled around in a clockwise motion with the swivel of my index finger. "Not normally this mean but for you, I'll make an exception." Renaldo was still choking on the water and blood was still dripping from him but he was still breathing and that was enough for me to keep going. I raised my hand slowly, the crunching of the burnt grass and the foggy air complimenting my mood. "No! No!" Renaldo screeched as he waved his hands back and forth but I was not going to let down. I thrust my hand forward and sent the sharp shards flying through his part, ripping past each morsel of skin. The sounds of his pained screams filled the sir as he fell to the ground, staining the ground with his blood. Renaldo DiCaprio was no more.

But I still felt angry and this transformation was still here.

"But if you want to control this power that only chosen ones have, you must learn to let go."

How could I when I was so angry at myself for letting his happen? Had I have not been naive when I first met Steve or Raymond, I wouldn't be here, scared over my own mate's ending. I was scared because I felt no life coming from him when I touched his cold body. I was scared because he was all it took for me to feel like I was standing on top of the world and as I fell to the ground in a hopeless manner, my heart broken up at the pit of my stomach and tears flowing aimlessly down my cheeks. What was I to do now, I wondered as I looked up at the foggy grey sky, a sign it was about to rain and I welcomed it.

"Для начала, почему бы вам не отвезти меня домой?"

My eyes widened in happiness when I felt a warm hand grasp my shoulder and I looked up to see the man of the hour. "MIKHAIL!" I screeched, jumping up and wrapping my arms tightly around him. He chuckled heartily as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm proud of you, Nicca." He leaned down and kissed my forehead and I felt so many emotions. He was actually standing here in my arms tonight. I felt his heart beating and his blood flowing through his body. His bruises were gone and the only thing that remained was the blood on his forehead.

"Mikhail..." I whimpered, willing myself not to cry as I inhaled his cinnamon sugar scent. "Don't cry, love." I looked up into his vibrant hazel eyes, so happy to have a chance to look into them again. He smiled down at me, his arm never leaving me. "Now are you going to what I said and take me home?" He raised a brow, biting his soft pink lip as he wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me in with laughs from our hearts. I smiled, intertwining his fingers with mine. We started to walk among the crunchy grass, drops of rain pelting our skin but we didn't care. "I'll take you home anytime."

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"I knew damn well that it was the best thing that ever happened. Mikhail meeting you." I was halted from going into my bedroom by Nichelle, who proceeded to kiss my cheeks happily. "Thank you for saving him, Nicca." She smiled softly and I nodded. "You're going to make a great Luna, that's for sure." Svetlana appeared next to me, a grin on that radiant face of hers. "The pack loves you. They won't stop talking about the almighty Nicca." She chuckled and I snorted in reply. "It wasn't by duty, Svetlana. I did it because I love Mikhail." I stated and she stared at me coldly for a few seconds, a smile breaking out on her face. "I can see. You're the best thing that's ever happened to my son, Nicca." Svetlana leaned over to kiss my cheek. "Don't forget to call me mom or I'll have your head." She winked at me before walking off, Nichelle by her side.

I continued my walk down the hall to where I knew he was waiting. My lips craved to be on his and my body yearned for his touch. The mark on my neck was tingling and I had yet to see what it looked like. Since it was the mark of an Alpha, it was supposed to be something unusual. I had reached the door and the hairs on my arms stood up in the presence of my mate, someone strong and someone perfect. "Mikhail?" I called out once I entered the room, shutting the door. "Здесь." I heard his deep voice coming from the bathroom and my body all but heated up at the sound of him. It had only been two days since I was last with him but as I could tell, I couldn't be without him.

"Hey you." I walked into the bathroom to see him slipping on some boxers, the wet towel strung around his neck. He stood tall and proud, his tanned skin still damp with several drops of water dripping down those sexy pecs and down into his eight pack which I wanted to touch so bad, which disappeared beneath those boxers, leaving me to my imagination. His thick biceps were flexed every time he ran a hand through his hand and god damn me, if the sight in front of me wasn't the best thing I saw. I held back a whimper of need by biting my lip as I cursed myself. He was still healing and I didn't need to be humping him like some hussy.

"On the contrary my Nicca, I'd let you hump me any day." Mikhail pushed his hair back, his penetrating eyes staring into mine as a evil smirk coursed his sinful lips and I narrowed my eyes at him. "You can still hear my thoughts?" I grunted as he reached a hand out for me and I leaned forward, his big arms wrapping around my waist as he leaned down with a happy smile, his soft lips landing on mine. Sparks flew across my body like zaps of electricity and I moaned, loving the taste of him on me. He tasted so good and I couldn't get enough of him. He bit my lip, his hands reaching to squeeze the globes of my ass and I gasped, his large tongue invading my warm cavern. I moaned into his mouth, running my hand through his hair as he ravished the inside of me, thoroughly and clearly. The things this man did to me wasn't good for my health.

But I wanted it anyway.

"M-Mikhail." He pulled away from me, a light string of saliva trailing us together as his swollen lips mirrored mine, our expressions hot and heavy. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me on his bed in every which way. I would've stripped myself bare if it wasn't for the unease I felt at that moment. I tilted my head to the sound of the bedroom door opening and Mikhail sniffed the air, his eyes flickering to a shade of pure red, ruby. He stood tall and menacing as he stalked out of the bathroom and in one quick stride, he was at the door with me on his tail.

He reached one thick around my small waist, pushing me back behind him in a protective stance. He was in the position to shift into his wolf Amadeo, I noticed and he growling lowly at something in front of him. He was tense as I touched his shoulder and he wouldn't stop snapping his teeth. I felt the aura of rage around him and he was two seconds from committing first degree murder. He was shaking in anger but I couldn't tell from what so I used his shoulder to stand up on my toes and look over his neck and what I saw, shook my core. My blood ran cold as my body rendered stuck in one position. All of the those scary thoughts ran through my mind and the only thing stuck through my mind was one word. Run.

"Mikhail." The man spoke and the man of question held back a roar as he let out his own murmur of hate.

"Nikolai."