As I waited for a response, I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me. What would Moonridge Academy be like? Would I fit in? Would I be able to leave my past behind and start anew? The questions swirled in my mind, but I pushed them aside, focusing on the excitement and hope that had been sparked within me.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had a chance to take control of my life, to forge a new path and create a better future for myself. And I was ready to take it. I walked downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I had made up my mind to accept the offer from Moonridge Academy, and I was determined to tell my family about it. As I entered the kitchen, I was met with the usual cold atmosphere. My stepmother, Victoria, was busy making breakfast, her eyes fixed on the stove as if I wasn't even there. My father sat at the table, his eyes distant and ashamed. Brielle, on the other hand, was sipping her coffee, a smug smile plastered on her face. "Good morning," I said, trying to break the ice. Victoria didn't even acknowledge my presence, while my father muttered a faint "good morning" without looking up. Brielle just rolled her eyes and continued sipping her coffee. I took a deep breath and decided to get straight to the point. "I have some news to share," I said, my voice firm. "I've been accepted into a new school, Moonridge Academy. I'm going to be transferring there." Victoria's eyes flicked towards me, a mixture of surprise and annoyance on her face. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can just leave and go to some new school? After everything that's happened?" "Yes, I can," I said, standing my ground. "And I will. I'm done with this place, and I'm done with all the drama and stress that's been suffocating me. Moonridge Academy is offering me a fresh start, and I'm taking it." Brielle snorted, her smile growing wider. "Good luck with that," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You'll probably get kicked out of that school too." My father's eyes finally met mine, a mixture of sadness and disappointment in them. "Isla, are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, his voice soft. "Yes, Dad, I'm positive," I said, trying to reassure him. "This is my chance to start over, to leave all the drama behind and focus on my future. I'm not going to waste it." Victoria's face turned red with anger. "You're just going to run away, aren't you?" she spat. "You think you can just leave all your problems behind and start fresh? You're not even taking responsibility for your actions." "I am taking responsibility," I said, my voice rising. "I'm taking responsibility for my life, and I'm choosing to move forward. You can't understand that, can you? You're too busy playing the victim and manipulating everyone around you." Brielle's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "You're just jealous," she said, her voice venomous. "You're jealous of me and my relationship with Adrian." I laughed, a cold, hard laugh. "you're just being delusional. You have no idea what you're talking about, Brielle," I said. "I'm not jealous of you or your twisted relationship with Adrian. I'm just done with all the lies and the drama. And I'm leaving." The kitchen fell silent, the tension between us palpable. Victoria's face was twisted in anger, while my father's eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. Brielle's smile had faltered, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes. But I didn't care. I had made up my mind, and I was going to follow through with it. I was going to take control of my life, and I was going to make a new future for myself. No matter what. My father's face twisted in a mix of emotions, his voice laced with a deep sadness. "Fine, Isla. If this is what you want, then do it. But know this: once you leave this house, you'll be on your own. Don't come back here expecting open arms or a safety net. You're making a choice to leave, and you'll have to live with the consequences." I felt a pang in my chest, hearing the pain in his voice. It was clear that he was hurt, and I knew that my decision was causing him distress. But I also knew that I had to do what was best for me. "You're dishonoring me, Isla, I mean even if I said you shouldn't go, you will still do whatever you like." he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "You're choosing to walk away from our family and our values. I don't know what I did wrong, but I guess it's clear that I failed you somehow." Brielle, on the other hand, was beaming with joy. She laughed, a cold, triumphant sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "This is perfect," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You'll be out of our lives, and we can finally move on." My father nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. "Yes, Isla. If you're going to leave, then leave for good. Don't look back. You're making a choice, and you'll have to live with it." I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at my father, seeing the pain and disappointment etched on his face. I knew that this was it, this was the end of our relationship as I knew it. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "I understand," I said, my voice firm. "I'll leave, and I won't be back. But know this, Dad: I'm not doing this because I want to hurt you. I'm doing this because I have to. I have to take care of myself, and I have to move on with my life." My father's face crumpled, and he looked away, unable to meet my gaze. Brielle, on the other hand, was still smiling, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good riddance," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I turned to leave, but my father's words stopped me in my tracks. "Isla, wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you... something that could change everything, something about your mother."I felt tears streaming down my face as I kept looking at the picture. My wolf, Elara, was howling in my head, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and longing. "Mate, mate," she whispered, her voice barely audible.I was confused. "What do you mean?" I asked my wolf, my voice shaking. "Is Lucian my mate too?"Elara's response was immediate. "Mate, mate, yes," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "Let him claim you."I felt a surge of surprise. Earlier, my wolf had been warning me to be careful around Lucian, and now she was telling me to let him claim me?"But why?" I asked my wolf, my mind racing with questions. "You were just telling me to be careful around him."Elara's response was hesitant at first, but then she spoke with conviction. "I just remembered something," she said. "A flash of memory, of us together. My gut tells me he's a good guy."I looked at Lucian who was now in the room with a towel, and my heart skipped a beat as our eyes met. He was watching me with a
As we broke through the surface, Lucian's strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as he walked out of the water. "Isla, Isla," he called, his voice low and husky.I clung to his body, my arms wrapping around his neck as I buried my face in his shoulder. His skin was warm and smooth, and I could feel the muscles in his chest and biceps flexing as he moved.His chest was broad and well-defined, with a light smattering of hair that tickled my skin. I could feel the ridges of his muscles, the definition of his pectorals and the curve of his shoulders. His biceps were thick and strong, with a subtle definition that spoke to his athleticism.As he held me close, I felt a sense of safety and security that I hadn't felt in a long time. His body was warm and comforting, and I felt like I could trust him with my life.Lucian's hands were gentle as he held me, one hand supporting my back and the other cradling my head. His fingers were strong and sure, and I felt like I was in good hand
The sound of my own voice echoed back at me, and I paused, realizing what I had just admitted.Alexandria's eyes lit up with amusement, the girls stopping midway, and she took a step closer to me. "I didn’t quite hear you. What did you say?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.I felt a wave of panic wash over me, and I covered my eyes in embarrassment. "I...I can't swim," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.The girls holding me burst out laughing, and Alexandria joined in, her eyes glinting with amusement. I felt like I was going to die from embarrassment.Just when I thought they were about to let go of me, the two girls released me, and I stumbled backwards, gasping for breath. Alexandria's smile grew wider. "We don't want to drown you since you can't swim," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We can't afford to be punished by the school if one of their student died by drowning."As she was talking, Lucian walked into the scene, his eyes scanning the area. "Wha
I begged, trying to appeal to whatever humanity was left in Alexandria. "Please, I'm really not in the mood for this. Just leave me alone."But Alexandria just laughed, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you're in the perfect mood for a swim," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.The girls holding me snickered, and one of them chimed in, "Yeah, and what happens if we throw you into the water? Will you turn into a mermaid?"The laughter and mocking looks were like a slap in the face, and I felt my anger and humiliation rise to the surface. I struggled against the girls' grip, but they held me firm.I felt like a trapped animal, desperate to escape. I looked at Eya, who was standing frozen in fear, her eyes wide with worry. She was an Alpha wolf, strong and powerful, but she just stood there, doing nothing to save me.I wondered what they really wanted from me. Was it just to humiliate me, or was there something more sinister at play? I felt a surge of desperation, kno
I stood up for myself, my voice firm. "No, Alexandria. I don't think we're interested in whatever game you're playing. Why don't you just leave?"The air was silent for a moment, and I could feel the shock and surprise emanating from Eya and the others. But then, Alexandria's face broke out into a laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement.The two girls behind her joined in, their laughter echoing through the night air. The sound sent a chill down my spine, and I felt a sense of unease wash over me.As Alexandria's laughter grew louder, I felt a creeping sense of fear. It was like a cold dread that seeped into my bones, making my skin crawl. My heart began to pound in my chest, and my senses went on high alert.The laughter seemed to reverberate through my entire body, making my teeth chatter and my skin prickle with goosebumps. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up.Eya's eyes flicked to me, concern etched on her face. But Alexandria's laughter was the only
Lucian stood beside the bucket, a mischievous glint in his eye. As the ball fell to the ground, he said, "Oops, my bad." I couldn't help but chuckle at Lucian's antics. He was always so serious, but now he seemed to be enjoying the chaos he had caused. Caelan's face turned red with rage as he stormed over to stand in front of Lucian. "What was that for?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. Lucian smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just making sure the game stays interesting," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Caelan's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to Lucian. "You think you're funny, don't you?" he sneered. Lucian's smile grew wider. "I'm hilarious," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "And you're just a sore loser." Caelan's face turned even redder, and he spat at Lucian's feet. "Oh, you think I’m a sore loser? Wanna fight me? You think you’re all powerful, huh? You get to do whatever you want?" he snarled. The crowd gasped in sho