Novels by Inkperfect

Declan’s POVI can still hear the sound. That crack of shattering glass, followed by the dull, sickening thud of flesh against metal. It replays in my head like some cursed song on loop, and no matter how hard I try to silence it, it always finds a way back into my skull.Brianna’s scream had cut through my ears, sharp enough that it rattled my bones. I remember my feet pounding the pavement, heart racing faster than it ever had before. Even before Brianna ran towards me to tell me what had happened to Amira, I already knew something had happened because of the screeching sound I heard, and when I reached the scene of the accident was Amira lying like she was lifeless.She was crumpled on the asphalt, her body twisted, blood streaking across her forehead and dripping down her cheek. Her school uniform skirt was torn, one shoe flung far from her. She looked broken, like a plastic doll someone had smashed and thrown aside.“Amira!” Brianna’s voice cracked like glass as she collapsed to

Amira’s POVI did not remember leaving the school gates.One second I was standing in the hallway, staring at the shredded remains of my pride, and the next, I was running, my bag pack banging against my back, my vision blurred by hot, stinging tears.My mother’s voice echoed in my head."Be careful of the purebloods, Amira. They don’t play fair, and they don’t forgive mistakes."Her warning wrapped around my throat like a noose. How would I face her now? How would I tell her I had been stupid enough to believe that Brianna wanted to be my friend… that Declan wanted to be my boyfriend?That I had lost everything, my dignity, my scholarship, my place in the Elite school that had really wanted me.The lonely road to Wolfe Square stretched ahead of me, empty and endless, the late afternoon sun bleeding into a sky too beautiful for the way my heart felt. My breaths came in short, ragged bursts, and my legs carried me forward only because stopping meant collapsing.When the cracked wooden

Declan’s POVYou all are probably going to hate me after this.Honestly, I would hate myself too.Because what I am about to tell you isn’t the kind of thing you can just brush off. It’s the sort of thing that stays with you, the kind of betrayal that brands your soul forever.I did not fall for Amira Dawson by accident.I was supposed to destroy her.Brianna’s idea, of course. She came to me two months ago, leaning in with that wicked smile of hers, platinum blonde curls and a proposition that sounded ridiculous at first…"Make her fall for you. Make her think she matters. Then take it away in front of everyone."I remember laughing, asking her why the hell she even cared about an Omega nobody. I asked her if it was because of the little embarrassment Amira gave her earlier that day. She did not answer that partjust promised me something I couldn’t ignore: a word with her father.Brianna’s father, Victor Lowell, isn’t just anyone. He sits on the Montgomery Council, one of the top fiv

Amira's POV My mother's words replayed in my head like a broken record, but somehow, they felt like whispers against the pull I felt toward Declan.Because how do I keep my distance from someone whose smile feels like sunlight after a week of rain?Days passed, and my friendship with Brianna stayed the same on the surface , we still laughed between classes, and ate lunch together in the cafeteria. Declan on the other hand was all over me, he had not officially said anything to me, but I had a feeling he was going to be my first boyfriend soon.***The following day, I was not really expecting the question.One minute, Declan and I were talking casually in the hallway about the chemistry project. The next, he was looking at me with that easy grin that made my heart trip over itself.“Amira,” he said, leaning on the locker beside mine. “Would you… would you go to prom with me?”For a moment, the noise of the corridor faded into a dull hum. I just stared, my brain taking a full two sec

Amira’s POVI wasn’t dreaming.Brianna Lowell passed me her lip gloss during the third period like we had been friends since birth. She waved me over to her table at lunch and made sure everyone saw it.I just stood there, with a tray of mashed potatoes and shame cooling in my trembling hands, blinking like I had entered a dream or a trap.No one teased me that day, everyone simply looked at me with happy eyes. Finally, I was no longer a silly Omega, I was friends with the most popular girl in school.It had been three whole days since my altercation with Brianna and since then no silly jokes about my orange hair, or my full hips, or being the “moonless mutt” bastard child of a maid. Instead, I caught compliments. Sweet compliments like.“You are glowing, Dawson.”“Did you lose weight?”“Your scent’s different.”Even the teachers looked at me like I belonged, like apart from my brain something else about me actually mattered in MMH.I tried to tell myself it was nothing. A fluke. A dr

Amira’s POV They always stared. Like I did not belong. Like I was the invisible stain on the marble floors of Montgomery Moonrise High that could not be taken off no matter how hard they tried.I kept my head low. Always low because that was what Omegas did. We walked fast, kept our scent muted, and made sure the Alpha-blooded wolves never remembered our names or our faces.The only reason I had gotten a scholarship in this elite school as an Omega was because I was the smartest girl of my age in Montgomery Moonrise City, and Montgomery Moonrise High (MMH) didn’t want to lose me to another elite school.From my first day here at MMH I knew I would never fit in. Although my uniform was brand new because the school gifted me one when I got admitted, my shoes and back pack looked old and worn out, my ginger hair was always looking like an unkempt bird’s nest.I knew my place and for almost a year I stayed in my lane, avoiding any form of being noticed. But that didn’t stop the bullying,