Novels by cuarterosherica

Skye’s POVThe music from the party still clung to me even after I left—soft, fading, like a perfume I couldn’t wash off. Every step away from the clearing pulled me farther from the lanterns, the champagne, the noise… and from everything I didn’t want to think about.The sounds fell away layer by layer until I was left with nothing but my own thoughts. I needed the quiet. I needed space. I needed to breathe air that wasn’t mixed with perfume, sweat, and forced smiles.But even with all the silence I wanted, one thing wouldn’t leave my head: Damian’s face when I accepted Evan’s hand for the dance. That moment kept replaying like a glitch I couldn’t fix. The way his entire body went still. The way his jaw tightened. And that flicker in his eyes—brief but sharp like needles prickling in my skin.Was he jealous?Or was I just imagining it because I wanted him to feel something for me?The thought alone was dangerous. Damian wasn’t someone you tried to figure out. You could stare at him f

Skye’s POVThe music was soft, graceful, the kind that could almost make you forget the world outside the grand hall. Couples were already gathered on the dance floor, swirling under the glow of golden chandeliers. I stood by the edge, my fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of my dress. I wasn’t much of a dancer, and truthfully, I wasn’t expecting to participate. But then Evan approached me with that boyish grin of his and extended his hand."May I have this dance?" he asked with a slight bow, his tone teasing yet oddly gentlemanly.I hesitated. My first instinct was to look around for Damian — my mate, my Alpha, my… complicated everything. But he wasn’t near me. My eyes scanned the crowd until I spotted him at the far end of the hall, speaking with some elders. He looked serious, occupied.Maybe he wouldn’t mind."Alright," I said to Evan, slipping my hand into his. He led me onto the dance floor, his grip light but steady. As the music swelled, he placed one hand gently on my wa

When we arrived at the party, it felt like we had stepped into a different world.The garden was transformed—fairy lights strung between trees, glowing lanterns floating in the air, and a classical quartet playing softly in the background. Guests were dressed to impress in luxurious gowns and finely tailored suits, their outfits sparkling under the moonlight like scattered stars.Our dresses were no different. Eva looked effortlessly stunning in her gold gown, while mine felt more like a borrowed fantasy than something meant for me. Since I was taller than Eva, the hem of the dress rode higher on my legs than it probably should have. I tugged at it self-consciously, but she just waved her hand.“You look hot,” she said with a wink. “Let them stare.”As we made our way through the crowd, all eyes seemed to follow us. We headed straight for the drink table. Eva was already grinning, eyeing the colorful cocktails like they were candy. “I need something cold and strong,” she declared. “M

Now that I had my best friend, life in this town became easier. Much easier.No one bullied me anymore. The cruel whispers, the sneers, the deliberate trips in the hallway—they were gone, erased like chalk off a board the moment Eva showed up. And Eva? She made sure I was never alone again. She dragged me everywhere with her, like a glittering storm that refused to let me hide in the shadows.She bought me things I never dared to even dream of. Dresses that shimmered like moonlight, designer bags with price tags that made my stomach twist, shoes that clicked confidently across the school tiles. And every time I tried to protest, she’d wave me off with an exaggerated eye roll and say, “Don’t insult me, Skye. It’s fun spoiling you.”It wasn’t just the things—though the things were dazzling. It was the way she made me feel seen, chosen, and important. Like I wasn’t the unwanted Omega anymore.I was Eva’s best friend. And that, apparently, meant something.We were sitting in the cafeteri

After that morning, everything seemed to settle back into place—at least on the surface.School was about to begin, and the halls were filled once more with the usual chatter, squeaking shoes, and the dull murmur of sleepy students dragging themselves to class. But something had shifted. The moment I stepped through the school gates, the change in atmosphere was undeniable.No one dared bully me again.Whispers still followed me wherever I went, but gone were the days of sneers, tripping feet, and cruel jokes muttered under breath. The second everyone found out I was Damian’s mate, their petty cruelty vanished as quickly as it had arrived. It was as if the fear of him lingered in the air, shadowing my every step. But just because they no longer dared to touch me didn’t mean they accepted me.Their hateful stares never left.Every time I walked past, heads would turn. Eyes would narrow. Girls who used to toss their hair and giggle at Damian in the halls now looked at me like I’d stole

“You’re my heaven, Skye,” he murmured. “Even if being with me feels like hell.”I blinked. That wasn’t what I was expecting. Not from him. Not from Damian, who had spent years acting like I was invisible. Like I was nothing.But the way he said it—like he believed it, like it hurt him to even say it—made something inside me crack.“You don’t get to say things like that,” I said hoarsely, stepping back. My hand trembled at my side. “You don’t get to kiss me and talk like you suddenly care.”“I didn’t suddenly care,” he said. “I’ve been trying not to.”I stared at him, stunned.He raked a hand through his dark hair, frustration leaking into his voice. “You drive me insane, Skye. Always have. You were always... more. Even when the rest of the pack pretended you weren’t there, I couldn’t stop seeing you. And it pissed me off.”“Why?” I asked, heart thudding. “Why did it piss you off to see me?”“Because I hated myself for wanting something I thought I couldn’t have. Because I knew the sec