Novelas de Elsie Enang

Wren’s POVI wasn't just bonded to three Alpha wolves anymore. Now I had also dropped all three of them for the new LakeDale transfer who had been at this school for four days. At that point, I was wondering, ‘Who the hell was Wren Reyes? Because she was definitely not me.’The rumours were getting more creative, day by dayI found the whole thing mildly hilarious and did absolutely nothing to correct it.Eli was the first person at WhiteWood in three years who talked to me like I was a regular human being. To him, I wasn’t just a fat omega equipment I knew the Voss brothers were going to be so mad about my relationship with Eli. The bond would twist their guts with jealousy I was walking to class when I saw all three of them, arranged in a loose half circle with Eli at the center Eli was six foot three and he was not small. But Zade, Rook and Cal standing together was a different kind of physics. Eli had his back to the lockers and his chin up. Good composure, but terrible odds.

Apparently, I had used a ritual from my dead mother to engineer the triple bond; said Lyra Thorne in the rumour she startedI got called into three separate offices. I got interviewed by three teachers. I had to do three spiritual examinations. I answered so many questions my jaw hurt. But I made sure I answered with complete composure every single time. “I didn't do it. I can't prove I didn't do it. Neither can you. Have a good afternoon,” walked out of all three rooms Fucking Lyra!I got home at half seven. Grandma's light was still on.I made tea and sat on the edge of her mattress. She reached up and touched my face, palm against my cheek"You eat today?""Yes," I said.She rolled her eyes before moving her hand to my hair and smoothed it once and said "Good," she knew I was lying and she loved me anyway.I stayed until she fell asleep. Then I sat at the kitchen table with The Ledger open in front of me.Lyra Thorne. Youngest Thorne sister. Long blonde hair with loose curls, wid

Wren’s POVCold soup meant a more sticky hairI could feel it soaking through to my bra strap, and a little trickle into my panties. I set my tray down on the nearest table, pulled my wet hair off my neck, and retwisted it into a knot. Whatever arrangement the Voss brothers had with the Thorne sisters was their business. None of that was my problem and none of it was my fault. The bond chose me. I didn't go looking for it. I had literally been alone in an equipment room on full moon night specifically to avoid things like this.I was not rejecting anything. That was my chance for revenge. And I was not standing here covered in soup while people filmed me like I picked up a paper napkin from the tray and dabbed my collarbone with it. Useless, but it was something to do with my hands.Eden Thorne rolled her shoulders back. Her signature move that fit her athletic build. She closed the distance between us without raising her voice first because Eden Thorne was not a words-first kind o

Wren’s POVI laughed until my stomach hurt.Karma is such a bitch!I laughed and the three most powerful boys at WhiteWood Academy stood in my equipment room and watched me like I had lost my mind.Maybe I had. I didn't particularly care.I reached up and grabbed my clipboard off the shelf. Flipped to a blank page. Uncapped my pen."Okay," I said, still smiling. "Let's talk about how this is going to work."Zade's jaw tightened. "Excuse me?""You heard me." I wrote his name at the top of the first column without looking up. "You three need my cooperation to survive the bond pressure. I have thirty weeks to decide whether I reject it. You have zero leverage and I have all of it." I tapped the pen against the clipboard, still smiling. "So. Tasks."The silence in the room shifted from shocked to dangerous. "Zade." I rolled my eyes. "Every morning. All eight equipment bags. Full width of campus. You do it in your hockey gear." I wrote it down. "All of it. Every day till I say stop."His

Wren’s POVThe full moon was doing its thing outside and I was doing mine in here. I couldn’t care less. The whole school was screaming and laughing on the main field. This damn compulsory full moon party every month! I hated it. Tell me about “ fostering relationship between IronPeak pack and LakeDale pack, and encouraging mate bonding,” rubbish I had been in here for four hours organising shin guards by size and I had zero regrets about missing it. I’ve never dreamed of a mate and I hope I don’t get one, everThe equipment room was mine. Not officially. Officially it belonged to the athletics department, which meant it belonged to whoever was loudest and most important, which meant it would never belong to me. But nobody cares about this room. And since I had stayed in it the longest, it was mine in every way that counted. Hell, I designed it to my taste and nobody had ever once thanked me for the work I put in there; but who caresIn here, everyone forgot I existed. I was fine wi