The Couple

Chapter 41: Protecting my Chris

Celia

I was gaining my consciousness back, when I heard two different rumbling voices. One belonged to

Harris while I couldn’t make the other one. My head is still spinning and aching too hard. I couldn’t

make anything of what they were saying or talking about. I just heard them laughing in between a few

times before I fell unconscious again.

This time I woke up with a splash of cold water on my face. I felt like drowning that moment and gasped

for air. It was only then I realised my arms and legs were bonded with the chair I am sitting on and I

should give them some credit for the tightness of ropes around my arms and legs that I couldn’t even

shift in my uncomfortable seat. I looked up at the guy standing in front of me was no one other than

Harris and the other two standing around me are Peter and Zachary. I think one of them joined later as

I heard only two voices before.

Harris looked exhausted and tired. Now, he had two top buttons opened off his shirt and had messy

hair as if he had run his hand in them too many or if he just woke up from sleep but he still has this

devil smirk on his face which is telling me that it is payback time for my failed plan.

My throat was so dry by now that it felt like a desert in there. Speaking was so difficult with this dry

throat that I just moved my mouth but no sound came out of it. Seeing me helpless at their mercy, all

three laughed and enjoyed the scene in front of them. And right now I hate this moment that I am so

helpless in front of them, I feel useless and want to die. This is the situation I wanted to face the least in NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

my life.

Harris stopped laughing and looked at Zachary and Peter with a stern face which made them stop

laughing. He squatted down and came to my level so we are face to face and this closeness fills me

with anger at me and disgust for him.

“Are you both laughing at my sweet fake girlfriend?” He traced the side of my face but I just looked at

him through my half open eyes. “Are you thirsty? Zach bring water for my girlfriend.”

And I heard footsteps moving around the space. Then a hand came in view with a glass of water but

instead taking it near my mouth Harris poured it down my head to face. I gasped for air, I was already a

bit breathless because being bounded on the chair and my half consciousness.

“Harris, are you done mocking her? Get done already man, she looks really hot in this dress for her.

Let’s have our way with her.” It was Peter laughing at his own dirty joke to whom Zachary joined with

his chuckles. But Harris had his stern look continued.

“You know, I have my eyes for only one girl. She might be hot but nothing compared to her. Wait, she is

here and we all three will have fun our way.” I shivered on what he said but was more confused about

the other he was talking about. It seemed like he knew my confusion and explained himself with his evil

smirk. “She is coming here for you and soon will be my girl. She refused my love once but now she will

have no option. I hope you both will enjoy watching getting fucked.” He pinched my jaw while I looked

at him in horror because now I know whom he is talking about.

My suspicions got confirmed as the doorbell to his penthouse rang and echoed in the hall. He went

over to the security lock and looked at the camera. He looked my way and chuckled. By now, I was

shivering in fear and guilt of bringing my friend in this danger where not only her life but dignity and

spiritual belief is at stake. It is all my fault, I pulled her into this deep trough because of my stupidly

failed plan.

A tear rolled down my cheek as she came into the view, I can see the fear, care, courage in her eyes.

Now I know I am the stupid who pulled herself and her friend into a threat where they will be

traumatized for their life. Her eyes remind of Chris and I plead for him to come and save us but I know

there is no he can be here.

She came running to me but Harris held her one hand and stopped her mid way from moving too fast

and just brought her near me at his own pace. She is wriggling in his grip and is trying to get released. I

thought she is a werewolf too, she should have more strength than this right? Or am I thinking too

much as I don’t have any information about real werewolves other than those movies, series and

novels. I should have had that talk with Chris when he disclosed his identity. I should have talked to him

then.

“Say hey to your friend honey, where are your manners.” Harris poked Jeanne and tried to humiliate

both of us. “Thank you so much Celia for bringing her to me.” He smirked and tried kissing the cheek of

Jeanne at which she sneered. I could see the disgust filled in her eyes the way he called her honey and

thanked me. I just want to say sorry to her and remind her of the moment I tried to ask for help but we

both failed. I keep chanting the word sorry to her and Chris.

“Listen you both bitches, don’t make a huge fuss or after we have our ways with you, you both will see

the death of each other.” He gritted between his teeth and signaled the two other men present in the

room. Suddenly, I felt my arms being released and blood rushing back to them in my veins. It was kind

of relieved but seeing Harris pulling Jeanne away gave me a panic attack.

“Leave her.” I shouted at him. It was only then I heard my voice back. It sounded more hoarse and filled

with anger, it didn’t sound like me. I coughed a little as it was too much for my dry throat. He turned

around and looked at me with a frown.

“You’re in no position, bitch. Just pray we leave you alive after we’re done.” He spatted on my face and

I felt a hard slap on my cheek while I watched him pulling Jeanne towards his room. I wanted to get up

and fight for my friend but four hands were holding me back.

Jeanne was struggling too hard in his arms which earned her a slap too. He threw her against the wall

and yelled in her face. “I thought of keeping your dignity and taking you in my room but you don’t

deserve it.” He started tearing her clothes while here I lay flat on the cold floor and Peter was hovering

over me and tracing my body with his two fingers. Zach was holding my forearms and I was trying to

get out those dirty hands.

I heard some cloth tearing noise and when I turned in the direction of Jeanne, I saw her shirt sleeve

torn and her arm had bruises. My heart screamed for Chris, it was crying for him and his comfort, I felt

guilty for hurting him and dragging his sister in all this. I heard some growling from the device used for

locking and unlocking the private lift for the penthouse.

I gathered all my courage and kicked Peter in his balls who was removing my silver sandals. I pulled

my hands forward which made Zachary jerk up and I punched him in the guts. I got up without wasting

a second and ran for the lock. I stumbled in my way but I made my way limping there. I saw it was Greg

growling in anger and on fire. I pressed the button immediately to give him to the penthouse. I felt my

leg pulled and I fell back on the floor with my face down. I started kicking my leg aimlessly but I was

successful a few times as I heard a few groans. But soon I was in their clutch and my brave act was

awarded with a loud slap. Jeanne looked my way and by now she was crying. Her shirt buttons were

opened and Harris was smothering her chest with his kisses like a child who finally got a toy after a lot

of tantrums.

It was no longer when Greg made his entry with a loud thud of the door opening. He was fuming in

anger, my eyes unconsciously went behind him to find Chris but no he is not here. Looking at my

disappointed eyes, Peter chuckled.

Peter got up from his squatted position, and went forward to fight Greg but it looks like he is in no mood

of fighting a child. He punched Peter hard which sent him to the floor. I felt my arms and saw Zachary

went flying to Greg. He brought Greg to the floor but Greg still got the upper hand and punched him a

few times until his nose started bleeding.

I felt a bit relieved but yet annoyed. I dragged my body to a corner with my back to the wall. I was

feeling pain around my left ankle, I think it got a sprain when I fell while opening the lock for Greg. Peter

put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and turned him around to meet his punch. I told you Greg was in no

mood to play with kids, he brought up Peter in the air holding his neck and sent him flying on the glass

table on which I fell earlier. The glass table went crashing under the weight of Peter.

Greg was literally growling and Harris was literally pissing in his pants but put up the face of courage

very well. As soon as he released Jeanne, I made my way to her slowly dragging my body with my

hands as my left leg made it impossible for me to get up and walk. Greg threw his shirt over Jeanne.

Now, Greg and Harris are fighting with punches and throws and a few kicks. From far away, it looks like

Harris is just defending Greg instead of fighting and throwing punches in between. Seeing them

fighting, anyone can say he is frightened of Greg. I was hugging Jeanne now and we both are crying

but what hurts my heart more is Chris didn’t come to save me, didn’t Tyler tell him the situation? How

come he is not here for Jeanne, where the hell is that man?

My thoughts were disturbed when I saw a bunch of men entering the penthouse. They all are wearing

the the black suits, and ties. They look like bodyguards but to whom? I watched them running towards

Greg and Harris who are fighting till now, the smirk on Harris’s face says they all are his men and now

we all are dead. I don’t really know where that alpha is now? I want to scream for him, call him here

and ask him to be the protector he said he is to his pack and family.

Greg is now held back by a few men and now is on his knees with him raging and making deadly

threats to Harris. Harris punched him in the face. I am just holding Jeanne close to me, Greg looked to

her and once again tried to get free of hold but with six men holding you down, it is a bit difficult for

anyone even if you’re a werewolf. I was just praying for a miracle to happen. Harris ordered his men to

handle Greg and came forward in our direction.

He squatted down and grabbed Jeanne's one hand and dragged her in the direction of his room. I was

trying to stop Harris, I did everything by biting his hand, slapping it or kicking him, putting my weight

over his hand so it became a bit difficult for him to take her away. Each time I did something he threw

me away or punched me. This time he put his leg over my left ankle and pressed it hard on the floor. I

gave out a scream with the pain. I was crying and whimpering in pain but didn’t leave Jeanne’s hand.

I turned my head towards the gate when I heard someone howling. It was Chris. I don't know if it was

really a howl or I just imagined it but to me it sounded like he howled like in a tv series. I thanked him

for coming, I don't know if he is here for me or Jeanne but either way I am happy to see him.

Seeing my Chris here, filled my heart with love.

Harris left us and moved in the direction which assume is his library. He went inside it and Chris chased

him in that direction. After him, Ethan, Tyler, Bryan, Mason and two more men entered. Seeing them,

Greg smiled and one of the unknown men headed towards him and helped him. It was more like now

Harris and Chris fighting in the library and others fighting here in front of us. I found Zachary left saving

his life.

Everyone was fighting with Peter and those bodyguards of Harris but no one from Chris's friends

turned into a wolf or looked like shifting into one. It was then we heard a gun from the library and then

everything went silent.

I made my way towards the library limping. Ethan gave me support but thinking of Chris hurt, was

making me lose my control not the sprained leg and now probably broken. I fell in front of the library

when I saw a pair of legs walking out.

Peter made a try to run but Mason was fast enough to catch him and throw him back into the

penthouse. The pair of legs belonged to Chris. He squatted down near me and wiped the tears

covering my cheeks. He cooed at me, taking me in his arms.

Half of the bodyguards are lying on the floor holding their one body part or the other. Greg is near

Jeanne and comforting her, basically they are comforting each other and exploring each other’s

wounds. It was only then I noticed the unknown friend of Chris talking to him while he held me in his

embrace.

I just can’t believe how I got so lucky with this man.

I missed all of their talk and was lost until Chris poked me and brought me out of thoughts.

“We need to talk.” He told me with a stern face, telling me that I am in no position to argue or comment

anything in that matter. “For now, you need to stay here blind folded and bounded with Jeanne and

Greg.” I was about to say something but he continued. “We need to hid a murder. And you know why

exactly I can’t take the blame. Trust me I will stay around the building and protect you. Just stay here

and when the police come and ask you anything, say the truth until you bring Harris home after that

you know nothing. You heard things going around but know nothing.” I just nodded and agreed with

him.

The same guy went to Greg and Jeanne and talked to them about something, I assume the same

thing. It was not until now, I noticed the cloth around everyone’s neck like it was used to cover their

faces until now and now it is pulled down to reveal their faces.

“I am sorry, I was not there when you needed me. I should have listened to my heart and came here

earlier, trusted you more and been there for you. I am sorry.” He kissed my forehead and again started

rocking me back and forth in his lap like a baby. “But now there is nothing to be worried about. You just

have to be found by police and act like you don’t know what happened after you brought him here. You

have to tell them the truth of your relationship with him. You just have to lie about the part when we

came here and he died.”

I snuggled up close to him, I don’t want to leave him. I know I have to so I can protect him from the

police. They won't understand why it was necessary to kill Harris, no, I don’t justify his mrder but if he

wouldn’t have been killed then he could have harmed Harris. From the beginning of my plan,

somewhere in my heart I knew in my heart that it would be the only result.

Yes, I am being selfish here to protect my Chris.

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