Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 24 Kelsey "Mama," I cried, laying my head on her lap. Blood was everywhere, and I could hear the snarls and growls outside as my father fought valiantly against the rabid wolves attacking the house. "Mama, please don't go. Stay with me, mama." The howl from outside the house nearly caused my heart to stop.

"Kelsey, run. Run, baby, and don't look back. Don't ever look back...." I woke with a start, a cold sweat givinggoose bumps all over.

"Mama," I said aloud, letting it sink into the night air.

It was only a dream. The nightmare that still haunted my every sleep. It had been worse since coming to San Marco, since I finally stopped running away.

For six years, I ran from foster hto foster home, never allowing anyone to get close enough to know what had happened tothat snight, the night the wolves attacked and killed my parents, leavingwith a ragged scar across my upper thigh. Werewolves, not wolves, I corrected my memories. I knew they were werewolves, because that very night I changed into one too.

I was so numb from the pain of watching my parents die before my eyes that I don't remember the feelings or the pain of that first change, but I remember running through the woods with the wind in my face. I remember cowering under a fallen tree while the rain beat down on me, and I remember waking up one morning, naked at the edge of the woods where I was found. I was twelve years old.

Before the next full moon, I ran away from the hfor girls they had putin, terrified I would change again with the moon. That's what they tell you in the movies, but the movies are wrong. I didn't change that night or again for a long time, but after several months in human form, I grew impatient and short tempered and my skin itched all over. I knew something terrible was wrong. I've since learned that's the sign that I've been in human form for too long. That's when I would run away into the woods and never return to the hI had been in. I would always wake up naked and alone and they'd always findand putin another new home. That was the cycle of my life for six years until I finally turned eighteen and they could no longer holdprisoner My parents hadn't had much, but on my eighteenth birthday I was handed documents upon my release from the foster care system that contained a small trust fund they had left me. It was enough 16:43 Chapter 24 to get by for a few years, but not enough to pay for college and a place of my own to live, and I couldn't risk being stuck with humans all the time. It was too dangerous. I was too dangerous.

I wandered around searching for just the right place, finally stumbling into San Marco, nestled deep in the mountains. I felt at peace for the first tsince before my parents died and as luck would have it, a small one bedroom cottage sat on the edge of a large forest for rent. And the best part of all, the house had an unfinished basement that the owner said I could do whatever I wanted with. I immediately set to work fortifying a safe room where I could change without worrying about what I did in wolf form or who I cacross. I never wanted to turn anyone into the beast that I had becthat awful night.

It didn't takelong to figure out that most of San Marco was owned by the Westin family, including the property behind my hthat I had planned to occasionally allow my wolf to run in. I wasn't as scared of my wolf as I had been as a child. She gavea sense of peace.

I felt optimistic about this new venture, and as soon as I was settled, I began searching for work in the area. I wasn't very comfortable around people, and at first no one in town seemed all that comfortable aroundeither, but still, I knew I was different and an outsider. I had always been, so I didn't let it get toand kept my head up and continued searching for work.

No one seemed to want to hire me. I was turned down more times than I could count and worried that if something didn't cup soon, I'd have to leave the little house that felt like home. Desperate not to let that happen, I applied to everything and anything in the area I could find and one day my phone finally rang. "Hello," I said hesitantly.

"Hello, is this Kelsey Adams?" a bubbly voice returned on the other end.

"It is." I was still hesitant, but something about the friendly voice put my anxiety at ease.

"Hi, Kelsey, this is Elise Westin from the Westin Foundation. I was just going over your application, and see that you are currently studying business online and looking for full-twork. It doesn't really tellwhat kind of work you're looking for, but we have several openings. Would you be available this afternoon to cby our testing center for splacement tests, and we'll see what you could be a fit for?" I couldn't believe my ears. They were going to givea chance! "Yes, yes of course. What time?" I tried to reign in my enthusiasm, but I could hear the smile in her voice as she relayed the 16:43 Chapter 24 information.

"I'll be there. Thank you so much, Ms. Westin." I could barely contain my excitement as I quickly dressed in a conservative business suit I had bought just for interviews. It was dark brown and looked great with my long blonde hair, which I left down, and accentuated my brown eyes. It also highlighted my long legs perhaps a little too much. I looked down and frowned.

All I saw were chicken legs. That's what the other kids in several homes had called them. I couldn't help that I had long, thin legs. Maybe it was a werewolf thing. I didn't seem to ever put on weight, no matter what or how much I ate, and I knew I ate more than most because every foster family I'd ever lived with had complained about it. Still I was long and lean and muscular. The long runs in wolf form seemed to have made that cnaturally. I wasn't exactly flat chested, I did have a figure, but it would never be considered curvy or voluptuous. I didn't mind my appearance except for those long chicken legs. I frowned in the mirror and shrugged. Oh well, nothing I could really do

about it The content is onnovelenglish.net! The moment I walked into Westin Foundation headquarters, I knew I had to work there. I felt an immediate connection in the sway I felt when I had first found the little cottage that was now my home. It wasn't sterile and impersonal like most offices. No, when you walked through the door you were met with warm browns and blues and greens. There were potted trees everywhere, and it smelled of pine.

I walked to the front desk and told them I was there to see Elise Westin. At first the receptionist looked strangely at me. I even thought for a minute she sniffed the air like I smelled funny or something, but then she moved on as if nothing had happened and I guessed I had just imagined it. I tried to discreetly smell my pits, trying to remember if I had put on deodorant.

Elise Westin was the friendliest person I had ever met. She huggedimmediately and welcomedwith open arms to the Westin Foundation. She seemed positive that the perfect job would be found forthere. As she ledto a small room with various office equipment, she explained the process. I would be given several tasks and asked to complete them.

"Don't worry if there's something you don't know or understand," she assured me.

I didn't usually feel comfortable around new people, but I immediately felt at ease with Elise Westin, and set to work doing the best I could on each task she asked of me. In the end, she seemed pleased with my work and optimistic we'd find a match.

16:43 Chapter 24 Two days later I received a call back. I had a personal interview with the CEO of Westin Foundation, who was interviewing personally for a new administrative assistant. When she toldthe pay grade, I nearly had a heart attack. I had to have this job.