THE ISLAND WOLF - EPISODE 43

She went through the hallway and arrived at his personal living room. She thought to hide there, between the cushion chairs but he’d find her. So, she went to the elevator and went down to the last floor. As she stepped out, she did not meet anybody. It was like they had all gone out for something, so the house was super quiet. Avril used this as an opportunity to move out without interrogation. She went to the garden and sat on a bench, behind a tall maze.
“I wonder what Dakar is doing right now? It’s been almost two weeks without me,” she thought aloud. The garden was cool compared to the rest of the environment. Avril knew it had to do with the plants and trees. They were the ones that produced the oxygen in the garden.

As she sat there, just looking at the trees and flowers, she decided to go see Nana whose home was closest to Alejandro’s mansion. She looked around again and sneaked out. She walked until she reached the road that separated the other buildings from theirs. It was a neat street with nice houses of the same look. But Alejandro’s was way bigger and it was separated from the other buildings. The rest were on the other side of the street, his was the only one on the first side. The rest of the land was a beautiful lawn.

Avril crossed over and walked to the building that Nana had shown earlier it was where she lived. She knocked on the front door and a short man opened it. He had long hair which he tied behind in a tight ponytail. He reminded Avril of Dakar, except that he was nowhere close to handsome.

“What are you doing knocking casually at the door?” he asked with a glare and looked Avril up and down.
“I—I want to see Nana,” she stuttered.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Her friend. We are friends,” she answered.
“Hmm, she is not here. Go,” he said and shut the door in her face. She frowned and turned around. Where was she going to go now? She did not want to return to the mansion.

Avril exhaled and left the facade. She walked back to the road and began to stroll alongside it until she reached the end of the tarred street. She was now in Tijuana, the real city and not the billionaires quarters she just came from.

As she walked into the crowded street of people walking around, she was glad she did not receive so many stares like the early afternoon when she went out with her friends.
“Oh, hey! Why is such a pretty girl having a fresh wound on her face?” a man asked. He was standing in front of her, with a stench of strong alcohol.
“Excuse me, please,” she mumbled and tried to walk past him. He grabbed her hand and twisted it. She let out a sharp cry but no one even looked towards their direction to see who screamed.
“Why walking away from me, baby? Am I not good looking?” he asked and pulled her towards his body abruptly. She kicked his leg and he crouched down a little.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” she warned and gave him a terrible slap across the face.
“Hey, why hit my friend?” a fellow drunk yelled at her from behind the man, and began to run towards them. She walked away from him quickly and very fast, then looked back and found out they were both running after her and screaming. She gasped nervously and ran as fast as she could, pushing people out of her way and almost tripping on objects. A strong pair of arms grabbed her and lifted her up. He did that because she was running, and would collect a bribe from whoever was pursuing her before releasing her. Avril kicked and hit his nose hard with her own arm. He let go of her immediately and she fell to the ground.
“Next time, mind your own business,” she gritted at him and jumped off the ground. She looked at the two drunks still running towards her, so she turned around and ran into a shop. She heaved a sigh after seeing them run past.
Avril looked to see what shop she had entered. It was the worst place she was supposed to be found. A s.ex toy shop.
She gasped and wanted to go back through the door but it wouldn’t open. It was a French door.

“Hello. Looking for the perfect toy for your little woman down there?” a chilly voice said behind her. She turned and looked at a tall man standing by a shelf filled with different sizes of dildo.s.
“Oh, no. I just entered here by mistake. Can you help me out?”
“Wow. You’re such a kind, sweet girl. Are you looking for a job?”
“No. I’m good. Please let me out,” she pleaded. He smiled and picked up a long, slim black di|do from beside him.
“Look at this. The perfect shape, right?” he asked with a smug smile. Avril already sensed he was a maniac. She began to shake the doorknob to open it but it was still very much closed. He moved closer to her and she pressed against the door.
“Don’t you come closer!” she gritted.
“Okay. I won’t,” he said and smirked. The man left the room by entering through a door behind a shelf. Just few seconds later, Avril perceived a foul smell and it messed with her head. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. Her eyes dimmed and she fell down, falling deep into unconsciousness.

***
Prince Dakar had made his first public appearance since he returned and his father turned it into a festival. The people were more than happy their prince was back, so they celebrated well. The Alpha, Dakar’s father, decided to get his son a wife as a gift. While they were watching the parade, he whispered it to his son.
“Why have you not been smiling?” he started.
“Nothing. I am just not in a mood to smile,” Dakar answered.
“Are you ever in a mood to smile these days?
“Father, I’ll be fine.”
“Son, I have something I know would cheer you up with life.”
“Please, don’t suggest wine,” Dakar cooed and his father chuckled.

“I will get you a wife,” the Alpha announced. Dakar tensed because he did not expect that to be said
“Women have a way of softening a man,” the king added.
Dakar turned down the offer and said he needed no woman.
“You can choose her yourself. She will live in either your house or your quarters. If you want concubines, get them all. They live in your quarters and will only submit to you when you call them.”

“I can choose any woman?” Dakar asked.
“Any one at all,” his father concurred.
“I don’t want a wife yet. But I would need lots of women. My quarters is very quiet,” Dakar stated.
“Fine by me. Who do you desire to be your first woman?
“Ñiraka.”
“What? Her? Even after knowing who she is to you?”
“Father, I want Ñiraka. And we did not tell her she’s related to me. Just give her to me.”

The alpha looked into Dakar’s face then nodded, trusting his son’s decision and knowing there’s a strong reason for it. They said nothing more about the topic and focused on the parade. At the end of it, Dakar sneaked out and visited a man at the end of the kingdom, close to the border. He was blind but was a diviner. Immediately he entered his house, the man spoke.

“Ah, the island wolf has found his way to my house,” he addressed Dakar who was shocked to find out the man already knew he was trapped on an island. He had still not told anyone.

“You desire to know what has become of your woman?” the man asked.
“Yes,” Dakar answered.
“Very stubborn woman you have, ey? I see her in a dark place. But I see her fine. She’s being taken care of by someone. I can not see the gender. But your woman is safe,” the old wolf stated. It was like a burden was lifted off Dakar’s shoulders. Avril was safe and it didn’t matter where she was anymore.

“Hang in there, Avril. I won’t desert you,” he thought in his heart.