IVY
I stared at the score on the top-right corner of the script, willing the scores to change but it didn't. The 98 remained there while my stomach churned. I looked through the script, searching for a mistake from the teacher. There was a mistake quite alright but it wasn't from the teacher. It was from me and that stupid miscalculation had caused me two whole marks! "Careful Ivy," the voice that always annoys me and makes my skin crawl said. I didn't need to look up at him to see the taunt in his eyes. "Glaring at your scores won't make it change," he leaned over to peer at my script. "98. Not bad. From there to 70 to 40 and finally, the zero that you deserve so you'll be forced to withdraw. Who knows, I might be kind enough to employ you as a cleaner here." I looked up at him. If it was another person, I'd have been shocked at the intensity of the hatred in their eyes. But this was Brandon Castle. He hated me more than anything. And I hated him thrice as much. "Fuck you, Brandon," I attempted to stand up but a firm hold on my shoulders forced me back to my seat. His hold was so strong that if he should apply a little more pressure, my bones would break. I tried hard not to wince. I'd rather die than show a weakness in front of Brandon. Around us, our classmates were going around doing their business. They never care about what Brandon, their golden lycan prince does to me, a measly human girl. "You don't leave when I'm talking. You're nothing but a..." "But a lousy human who should be feeding off the craps your likes give away?" I completed for him with an eye roll, "Are you really a lycan prince? Royalty doesn't have to yell their identity every single time. But I guess you're hardly one seeing how you're this bothered by this lousy human." "You little..." his hold tightened and I couldn't control my wince this time around. I could have sworn I heard my bones break. Before he could take his theatrics any further, the next teacher walked in. All through the classes, I couldn't get the 98 score out of my mind. Even during the lunch, it was all I could think about. I couldn't understand why I'd get a 98 with how studious I was and Brandon Castle, the jerk of all jerks, who hardly listen in classes, who's always on the football, who's always organizing parties, and whom I've never seen in the library will get a perfect score. And this wasn't the first time it'd happen. Or the second. Or the third. Or even the fourth. It has happened far too many times for me to count. I was often the second best while he was always the best. I hated that with every Fibre of my being. "Hey Babe, careful." Demi's voice interrupted my thoughts and I stopped just before I could bump into him. I was walking back from the cafeteria with my friend Jackie and I wasn't even really conscious of it. If Brandon’s voice makes my skin crawl, Demi's own always irritated me and makes me want to throw now. The only difference was that with Brandon, I didn't have to pretend but with Demi, I must pretend. "Yeah, thank you." I had to keep my tone light and casual. "We have a date with my friends this weekend, remember?" "There's a tutorial on that day," I started slowly, "I can't afford to..." His eyes narrowed and I read the threat in them loud and clear, "It's by 3pm. I'll text you the details." He didn't wait for me to say anything. He just sidestepped us and walked away. "You know I still can't believe you're dating Demi of all people. I mean, he's such a jerk." I couldn't believe I was dating him either. I smiled instead of buttressing her point. "What do you mean?" "What do I mean what? He was completely rude to you just now and that's not the first time it will happen." "He wasn't rude. He was just pissed off because I've been putting off this meeting for a while." "That's hardly an excuse," she scoffed, her eyes fixed on the corridor Demi just disappeared into, "I mean it's Demi. He shouldn't even have the audacity to look at you not to talk of asking you out." "But he did and I accepted. Just let it go, Jackie." I was desperate to end the conversation. I didn't need any more reminders of what was making me miserable. Jackie opened her mouth to say something but two junior students in their excitement bumped into her. They were too carried away that they didn't notice. They disappeared down the hallway but not before I heard a bit of their conversation. "Heard Brandon’s mate will transfer to this school starting from next week." "ohhh, she's already on everybody's lips," Jackie picked it right up. "I heard Brandon met his mate during the holidays. She's the beta's daughter. She was living with her mom in Vegas and now, she's moving back here to live with her dad. But I think it's just to stay close to Brandon and stake a claim on him. I mean, it's risky business to have Brandon as a mate and do anything long-distance with him." I rolled my eyes at my investigative report. I don't care about Bran or his mate or whatever. I only wished the mate would keep him busy so he'd leave me alone. ******** Mom was all smiles when I got back from school. I was still trying to guess why she was in that kind of happy mood when she stretched out her left hand and the sparkling gold jewelry on it caught my attention. "Moooooom!" I screamed, "You're engaged." I expected her to smile and tell me yes. But her smile kind of evaporated. "More like married." It was my smile's turn to evaporate. "Married?" I exclaimed, "What do you mean married?" "Sit down, Ivy." she dragged me to sit opposite her on the lone couch in the sitting room. "It was kind of impromptu," she started while I stared at her in disbelief, "But I'm sure about him. I've been sure since I started dating him so when he suggested getting married spontaneously today, I didn't think twice before saying yes." "I don't even know this man," I protested weakly. "You do. You just don't know he's the one I'm married to now. Ivy, trust me, you were a priority throughout this huge decision. You need a father figure since your dad..." "Mom, if that's the only reason why you decided to marry this stranger..." "He's not a stranger, Ivy," she grabbed my two hands and started to slowly caress them, "he's the man I love with all my heart. I married him because I love him and because he's going to be a great father figure to you. You deserve a complete family, Ivy. It's the least I can do for you for being such a perfect daughter." "Mom," I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes, "I only care about your happiness. You deserve to be happy and if he's going to make you happy, then I'm all for it." "Thank you, my precious daughter." she pulled me in for a hug and we stayed like that for a while. "This ring must have cost a fortune, mom!" I exclaimed after pulling back from her. I wasn't familiar with rings but it must cost over a million dollars. "Are you dating a billionaire? Or sorry, are you married to be a billionaire?" "It's still a surprise." "A surprise? Mom! You kept his identity away from me for more than a year. Now, he's my stepfather, I should know who he is." "You'll find out tonight," she beamed like a teenage girl in love, "he's coming over with his son for dinner today." "Ohh, so I'm getting a stepbrother too?" "Yeah. I remember you asking for a brother on your 4th birthday and you might be getting..." "Wait," I interrupted her, "I smell something burning." "Oh shit!" she dashed up and started running to the kitchen, "freshen up and join me, okay?" I nodded at her. Once she was out of sight, I sighed and collapsed against the backrest of the couch. A stepfather and a stepbrother? That was one gift I didn't see coming. Almost three hours later, I opened the door to meet a surprise waiting for me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I never cuss unless Brandon was involved and now, he was on my doorstep. His eyes narrowed with rage when he saw me. He was about to reply when another person joined him on the podium. The Lycan King. I've seen him a couple of times in our school and on the TV. I've never seen him up close but his aura and energy. I was only human but something beyond my control was compelling me to bow to him. "Ohh, Sweetheart, you're here," Mom's voice behind me cut off my thoughts. I started shaking my head slowly. Surely, it couldn't be what I was thinking. "Let them in, Ivy. That's your stepfather and stepbrother."Epilogue.Almost two years had passed, and the garden behind Brandon and Ivy’s home was filled with the soft sounds of laughter, the gentle clinking of glasses, and the rustling of leaves above their heads as the wind moved through the trees. It was the twins’ first birthday, and they were celebrating it simply, with only the people who had walked through fire with them.A long wooden table stood beneath a canopy of flowering vines, scattered with soft pastel decorations and small wooden toys. Plates held the remains of finger foods, frosting-smudged forks, and abandoned juice cups and wine glasses, forgotten in the midst of conversation and laughter.Bella moved proudly through the garden, carrying the birthday boy like he was royalty. She refused to let anyone else near him, even though he was nearly half her size. She called him her “little prince,” and no one dared argue, not with the protective way she held him, or the fierce joy in her smile.Zelia, with the birthday girl perc
Brandon's POVThis was it. Everything I had built, everything I had fought and bled for, was crumbling right in front of me. And there was nothing I could do.My body felt dead. The connection to Kiel, my power, it was gone. Just silence. Emptiness. The numbing powder they used back at Jackie’s place had stripped me clean of everything I was.And Ivy was right there. Inches away, fading.I saw it in her eyes, the fear, the confusion, as the drug moved through her veins. She looked at me one last time before her eyelids fluttered. Her body began to go limp, her breathing slowing.They were killing her. Killing our child. And I couldn’t stop it.“Ivy!” My voice cracked as I roared her name. I pulled at the guards holding me, my body sluggish and unresponsive. I couldn’t feel my hands, couldn’t feel anything but helpless rage and crushing grief.And then something shifted.It started like a spark. Static under my skin. A twitch in my fingertips. I sucked in a breath as pain flared in my
Ivy's POVWhen I regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was the cold.It was sharp and strong, wrapping around my skin like ice. The lights overhead were blinding and harsh, the kind used in operating rooms. My head pounded, my limbs ached, and then I noticed the tight pull around my wrists.I looked down.Thick leather cuffs strapped me to a narrow, metal-framed bed. My wrists were already sore, raw from struggling. I tried to move, jerked my arms, kicked my legs, but it was useless. I was locked down, completely immobilized.That’s when the panic hit.It surged like a wave, crashing into my chest and making my lungs seize. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My heart thudded wildly as I yanked against the restraints again, desperation clawing at me.Then, a voice broke through the air. Calm, and mocking.“Stop struggling, love.”I froze.The footsteps came next, measured and unhurried, and then he stepped into view.Brett. Jackie’s husband.But the second I saw him, I knew
171Ivy's POVI couldn’t sit still. My legs were restless, my steps frantic, pacing the room back and forth like I was caged. My nails were chewed raw, and I kept twisting the edge of my dress in my fists just to stop my hands from shaking.My thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning, over and over, the worst possible images flooding my mind. Jackie’s scream replayed in a loop. What if we were too late? What if she was already—“Ivy, breathe,” Zelia said softly from where she sat on the couch. Her voice was gentle, steady, like she was trying to tether me.“I can’t breathe!” I shouted, the panic boiling over. “She screamed, Zelia! You heard her! Something happened to her and I just—I can’t sit here doing nothing while she—”My throat tightened painfully, and I had to stop before the words turned to sobs.Zelia rose to her feet and approached me slowly, her expression calm but serious.“Hey. I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down. You’re not helping yourself or the baby like this.”I wrapp
Ivy's POVI stared at the anklet in Zelia’s hand like it was something foreign, something monstrous. Like it hadn’t been wrapped around my ankle for days, like it hadn’t felt like a thoughtful little gift from someone I trusted. From someone I loved.Jackie.My chest ached. My throat tightened as I tried to make sense of it.No. No, it couldn’t be. Jackie couldn’t have done this. Not her.“No,” I said aloud, shaking my head as my voice cracked. “Jackie wouldn’t... she wouldn’t do this. She’s not part of this.”Brandon didn’t respond at first. His jaw flexed, and his eyes didn’t soften, they just stayed hard, unreadable, locked on me. Watching and waiting like he was silently willing me to accept something I didn’t want to hear.“Ivy,” he finally said, voice low and tight. “You haven’t seen her in five years. We don’t know what happened to her in that time. You can’t trust her too much.”“She’s my friend,” I snapped, too fast. Too defensive. My voice trembled and I hated how weak it so
Brandon's POVI’d been through war, bloodshed, betrayal, things that would crush most men, but nothing, nothing had prepared me for this.Not for the way Ivy looked as she screamed through clenched teeth, her nails biting into my hands so hard they drew blood. Her whole body trembled violently with each wave of agony that tore through her, and her skin was losing its color by the second. Like the life was draining out of her right in front of me.She was still in her first trimester.And even I knew contractions this violent weren’t supposed to happen this early. Not unless something was seriously, terrifyingly wrong.“She’s in her first trimester,” I snarled, glaring at the group of royal healers and doctors gathered around her like useless statues. “Why is this happening now?”No one answered me. No one even tried.Cowards.I turned back to Ivy, brushing the wet strands of hair from her face. She was burning with fever, her breathing shallow and uneven, her lips trembling.“It’s oka