A stale classroom is the last place I want to be on a beautiful day, but unfortunately, here I am. The teacher was droning on about material to review for the upcoming final, but it was hard for me to concentrate on my notes, with Maci looking back at me over her shoulder every few minutes. “What?” I finally asked in a harsh whisper. I already knew this girl was trying to gossip, and by the smirk on her face, my instincts were right.
“See that guy sitting at the desk in the back?” she asked, attempting to point inconspicuously. “I think he likes you. Dude hasn’t stopped staring.”
I instantly lost interest. “Well, he can keep looking because I’m not interested,” I laughed humorously as I blatantly looked the guys' way. Class needs to end now. I thought as I focused back on my notes.
A vibration shook my desk, and I quickly caught my phone before it tumbled off the edge. My eyes instantly lit up as Amelia’s name flashed across the screen. She and I have been best friends for years. In elementary school, my sister Marley and I were very fortunate. Her family took us in after my parents passed away. Since then, she’s been a significant part of my life. Amelia was my saving grace.
I snuck a peek at the teacher, hoping he wouldn’t notice the disturbance, and opened the message. Hey, Bestie! Can you meet me for coffee after class? I have something I want to ask you. Amelia wrote, and already my day was a thousand times better.
Of course! I’ll see you then. I quickly responded under my desk. Maci must have noticed I was in a better mood because she moved to the seat next to me, and we chatted away quietly.
Time flew by and before we knew it, the bell rang for dismissal.
“Make sure you all study for the final next week,” Mr. Davis called out as the class rushed for the door. Maci and I were the last to pack our things, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Have a good weekend and be safe,” he said with a smile as he began looking through papers.
“You too,” we both replied, walking out the door and into the bustling hallway.
“I’ll call you later,” I promised Maci as we both went our separate ways. I was buzzing with excitement as I headed for the doors to the parking lot.
“Hey, Chloe,” a strange voice called out to me. Spinning around, I faked a smile as I saw the boy from class.
As I looked him over, it did not impress me. “Do I know you?” I asked in confusion while crossing my arms.
He shifted awkwardly under my gaze. “Well, no. Not officially, anyway. I’m William,” he smiled, extending his hand.
I shook it briefly before pulling away. “Do you need something?” I asked, hoping this would end quickly. My phone buzzed like crazy in my bag. I’m coming, Amelia. I swear.
William gathered his courage and cleared his throat as I struggled to keep my patience. “I was wondering if you would like to get coffee with me sometime?” he asked with hope in his eyes. Then, as if he could tell I was about to turn him down, he raised his hands in defense. “As friends, if that helps with your decision,” he bargained, flashing me a warm smile, and I couldn’t help but cringe, something about him didn’t feel right, but I didn’t want to be a bitch and hurt his feelings.
“Okay, as friends,” I agreed, smiling in return, “We can go after finals. I’m sure some others from class would like to celebrate,” I proposed and couldn’t help but notice William’s hope disappearing with my answer.
“Yeah, sure. It’s a plan,” William said, giving me a slight smirk before turning back down the hall.
I waited for William to disappear before I headed out of the school.I shook off the lingering awkwardness as I headed to my pride and joy, my father’s 1969 Camaro. He left it to Marley and me in his will, but she let me keep it. She knew it had a special place in my heart. When I was a kid, my dad and I rebuilt it together as one of his many projects.
I turned the engine over, and it immediately purred to life. “She’s still got it,” I smirked, pulling out of the school heading for the coffee shop.
Arriving at the cafe, I took the closest parking spot I could find and hurried for the entrance, knowing I was late. As soon as I stepped in, I saw Amelia, who was preoccupied with ordering our drinks, so I took the opportunity and snuck beside her, ignoring all the strange looks I was getting. “Hey, sexy bitch,” I whispered lowly in her ear.
She instantly spun around, surprised, and I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “Oh, my god! You scared me,” she declared with her hand at her chest but quickly joined in laughing.
When we finally relaxed, the barista called Amelia’s name, and she looked at me. “So, how was class?” Amelia questioned while grabbing our coffees from the counter.
“The usual,” I shrugged, walking to the empty table near the window. “Someone from class asked me for coffee,” I told Amelia as I sat. I began spinning my cup in my hand, avoiding Amelia’s eyes as she sat across from me.
“Let me guess. You turned this person down?” Amelia asked, lifting her brow.
“No,” I defended. “I agreed to meet him next week after finals, but only as friends. He’s not my type, Amelia,” I told her. I couldn’t help how I felt. If it clicked, I would know.
“Oh, come on, Chloe! You need to live a little,” Amelia said, grabbing my arm. I just rolled my eyes in response.
I took a sip of my coffee, glancing out the window ignoring her comment, when I caught a blinding light out of the corner of my eye. Amelia looked at me with a smile. You could see several miles away, bright and cheesy. “What are you up to?” I asked skeptically. That smile of hers was never a good sign. “I know that look,” I whispered, leaning over the table. “You are up to something,” I toned thick with suspicion, but her smile didn’t falter.
“Okay! They have invited my family to the Aberdeen ball tomorrow night,” she squealed in excitement.
“Oh, my god! That’s amazing,” I replied with relief. “I thought you were going to make me do something crazy like you always do,” I mumbled while relaxing into my chair with a smile. I took another sip from my coffee cup. “I’m glad you can finally go. You have been talking about this ever since you were a little kid.”
Within seconds, my smile faded as I watched Amelia’s lips form in a mischievous grin. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked worriedly.
“Well,” she hesitated, “You’re coming too.”
My eyes widened with shock. “What?” I asked in disbelief. I leaned forward again. “This is a werewolf event, and I’m human. I don’t think they will like me being there,” I quietly argued, but it didn’t seem to get through to her.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Amelia dismissed with a wave of her hand. “We don’t mind humans, as long as they don’t gossip that we exist. The pack knows you’re my best friend,” she stated as her features morphed into her infamous pout. “I need you with me, Chloe. Please say you’ll come,” Amelia asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
She knew this was my weakness, and I knew I didn’t stand a chance against it. Giving in, I sighed. “Of course, I’ll go with you,” I said, grabbing her hand. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t? I’ll always be there for you,” I smiled, meaning every word.
“Yay,” Amelia exclaimed, rushing to my side of the table.
I tried not to complain when she pulled me into a hug. She was always the affectionate type, but Amelia squeezed me a little tighter than usual. I could tell something was bothering her. I pulled away, catching sight of her face. “What’s wrong?” I asked, searching for her expression.
“I’m so nervous, Chloe,” she whispered.
I tilted my head, confused. “Why would you be nervous?” I asked, and she gave me a deadpanned look. I guess that was a stupid question.
“It’s the biggest party of the year for my pack. It’s the best chance I have at finding my mate,” she claimed, resting her head on my shoulder for comfort.
I rubbed her back with a chuckle. “Amelia, everything will be okay. I promise,” I reassured her.
“What would I do without you?” she giggled softly, pulling back from my shoulder to cup my face in her hands.
I couldn’t help but groan in protest when she squeezed my cheeks together. “Well, you wouldn’t have anyone to go with you to the ball, would you?” I teased in a muffled voice.
She only laughed, released my face, and stood. “Let’s get out of here. We have dresses to pick out,” she said, pulling me up from the chair and wrapping her arm around my shoulder as we walked out.
I took a deep breath of fresh air as we stepped out of the shop. The sunset was behind the clouds, but the air was heavy with humidity. “Do you want to ride with me?” Amelia asked, pulling her keys out of her bag.
“Sure, you can drop me off later,” I suggested, and started walking over to Amelia’s Mercedes. She unlocked it with her key fob, making the horn sound, and orange lights flashed. “These new-fangled cars have so much technology. I’m glad my car doesn’t honk at me when I try to open it.” I looked at Amelia with a smirk as she started the car with a button.
“What?” she asked me with her eyebrows raised. “Oh, come on. You need to get with the times and get a new car,” she told me with a teasing grin.
“Nah, I’m good,” I responded.
“Whatever you say,” she shook her head while pulling out onto the street.
Amelia took us to a small boutique with a full window display of gorgeous wedding gowns. When we entered, the doorbell chimed, and as if on cue, a friendly older woman came to greet us. “Hi there, girls,” she said with a warm smile. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
I couldn’t help but return her smile with my own. “Hi! Do you have any dresses for a ball?” I asked nicely and watched her face light up.
“Yes, we do. They are in the back-right corner of the store,” she explained, pointing us in the right direction.
“Thank you,” I replied gratefully.
I walked to the back of the store with Amelia at my heels. We looked through several racks as the sound of bustling fabric and squeaky hangers filled the room. Finally, as if it’s called my name, I pulled a beautiful black dress from the rack. “Amelia,” I called, raising the dress in the air. “What do you think of this one?” I asked, holding it to my body as I struck a few poses.
“Oh, wow, nice modeling, Chloe,” she laughed. “That one is gorgeous, though! Go try it on,” she ordered, pointing to the dressing room in the back.
I turned to see a small closet-sized room with a curtain and I stepped in, closing the drape behind me. I hung the dress up and removed my clothes, placing them neatly on my bag. As I pulled the dress from the hanger, I was careful to put one foot in at a time and slipped it over my hips. The silk ran smoothly over my skin as I settled it around my shoulders. I took my time admiring myself in the mirror. The dress is backless, resting just above the curve of my ass, and the front displayed the perfect amount of cleavage.
Once I finished checking myself out, I stepped outside of the dressing room. “Hey,” I whispered, attempting to get Amelia’s attention. She turned, and her eyes lit up.
“Chloe, you look amazing! You are going to turn so many heads in that. All the wolves are going to go crazy for you,” she gushed.
“Aww, Amelia, that’s so sweet,” I blushed, then noticed Amelia has a dress in her hand. “What did you find?” I asked curiously.
Amelia holds a short grey dress against her perfect figure. At six feet tall, it fell just above her knee. “Wow, you’re going to look so good in that one,” I raved, giving her a thumbs up. “Let me take this off. I’ll be out in a minute,” I said and headed back into the dressing room.
Once I changed, we walked to the front to pay for our dresses.
“You girls are going to look gorgeous at this ball,” the older woman expressed.
“Thank you,” we said at the same time and laughed.
“You’re a dork,” Amelia proclaimed, then turned to the woman at the counter to hand her the money for her dress.
After Amelia, I handed my dress to the clerk, and she rang it up. The woman told me the total, and I reached for my bag to pull out my wallet when Amelia stopped me. “Wait, I’ve got this since I invited you,” she insisted and handed over the money to the clerk.
“Are you sure?" I asked, and she nodded to confirm. "Thanks, Amelia,” I said, giving her a grateful look. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug.
After handing Amelia her change, the woman handed us our bags. “Have fun, girls,” she called after us as we opened the door.
“Goodbye,” we said back as we both turned to look at her one last time.
We got in Amelia’s car, and she pulled out of the parking spot, heading back towards the coffee shop. The thought of coffee brought back the event that happened after school today. “Amelia?” I muttered, gazing out the window.
“Yeah?” she answered, not taking her eyes off the road.
“Do you think I should have coffee with the guy from class? He gives me a bad feeling,” I admitted, putting my phone in my bag.
“Honestly, if he makes you feel uncomfortable, I wouldn’t go. I was just joking at the coffee shop, Chloe. If you don’t want to date right now, don’t push yourself,” she answered, glancing over at me and giving me a reassuring smile, which I returned, before looking back out the window. She always understood me.
Amelia parked next to my car at the coffee shop. I hopped out of her car and walked over to my mine. I heard her window roll down behind me. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she yelled.
“Okay, love you,” I shouted back, opening my door and waving as she drove off before I took a seat. I scroll through my phone, reading through texts and emails before I started my car. After a few minutes, I decided it was time to head home.
I finally left the coffee shop and headed for my apartment. I loved hearing my car as it echoed through the parking garage. It was music to my ears. I’m sure my neighbors hated me, though, because it sounded like a train and caused multiple car alarms to go off. I parked in my designated spot and step out while covering my ears from the blaring alarms. I rushed, grabbed my dress from the back seat, and headed inside.
I trudged up the usual three flights of stairs to get to my apartment and rejoiced as I unlocked my door and walked in. “Home sweet home,” I breathed, stretching my arms after the climb. When I got to my room, I put my dress in my closet and threw my bag on the bed. I stripped as I headed to the bathroom and carelessly threw my clothes into the hamper, not even trying to aim. I was so exhausted I wasted no time pampering myself in the shower and got out as fast as I could, but took a moment to enjoy the lovely fabric around me as I dried off and walked back into my room. I could hear my bed calling my name and I sent my pillows a longing glance.
I skimmed through my panty drawer and slipped on a cute white pair with black polka dots. I then searched through my closest, finding a pair of soft shorts and a tank top before heading to bed. As I sank into my soft mattress, I began rifling through my bag for my laptop and phone. I sent Amelia a quick text letting her know I made it home, knowing all too well she would come find me if I didn’t. When I settled in against my headboard, Mr. Davis’s voice rang in my head, reminding me to study, so I begrudgingly opened my laptop, since tomorrow's study plans were now changed.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated, displaying an unknown number. I never answered robocalls, “Stupid telemarketers,” I sighed and quickly cleared the screen, sending it to voicemail.
Thinking nothing of it, I tossed my phone onto the bed, but it vibrated again, this time with a text from the same unknown caller. Hey, beautiful. Why didn’t you answer? Instantly I'm creeped out. Who is this? I responded.
Within seconds, my phone dinged again. For me to know and for you to find out…
I got up pretty early and was in desperate need of coffee. I couldn't sleep a wink after receiving that strange text last night. I had some time to myself before Amelia came over later today to pick me up for the event. I was going to need all the downtime I could get before then. Over the steaming rim of my coffee cup, my gaze falls on my laptop sitting on the coffee table. My thoughts drift to my sister Marley and her family. I love seeing my Nieces and Nephew, so I stroll over and open it up to start a video chat. It's hard to keep in touch because they live in New York, but they are the only family I had left since I lost my parents in a car accident when I was 13. It's been hard for me to deal with, but I get through it because of Amelia and her family. The ringtone catches my attention, and after a few minutes, Marley answers with a smile. "Hey, Chloe," she says. I could tell by the background she was in her kitchen, and from her distracted attention, I know she must be making
All I can do is stare in disbelief at the person who’s entered the ladies’ room. I can’t help but feel confused by the man who is only standing there in the doorway, staring at me for what feels like forever. I shake my head out of his trance and gather myself. ''Can I help you?" I narrow my eyes at him. "You do know this is the lady's room, right?'' I ask, watching his brows raise in amusement. “Yeah, I know,” he mutters, shrugging his shoulders. “So why are you in here? What if someone was changing?” I ask, motioning to the empty room, but he simply laughs. “What is so funny?” I ask, unable to hide the frustration from my tone. He ignores my question with a smirk while he begins to make his way toward me slowly. “I saw you staring at me with those hungry eyes. You can't just look at me like that and walk away,” He says flirtatiously. My brows crease together in frustration as I walk up to him, getting almost close enough to touch. “You seem very confused about how I was loo
I hurry back to where Amelia is still sitting at the table. “I have to go,” I whisper, then I grab my purse and take off toward the door. “Chloe? Wait,” Amelia yells, following me. I don’t stop and walk down the drive as fast as I can towards the street. I hear Amelia not far behind me and curse her werewolf speed. I try to walk more quickly, and I could try to run if it weren’t for these damn heels. I know Amelia is my best friend, but I need to get away. I feel so confused right now. I can’t stop wondering why I feel so drawn to this man. I don’t know him, but I feel this pull between us. Amelia grabs my arm and stops me in my tracks. “Chloe! Where are you going? What’s wrong?” she asks, worried and confused. “I need to leave,” I state, wanting to avoid the details. “Chloe, what happened? Did he hurt you?” she asks. “I will fight the Alpha if I have to,” she growls, pissed. “No, he didn’t hurt me,” I stare down at my shaky hands then back at Amelia. “I need to think, and I
Today is Wednesday, only two days until the final and the last day of this semester. It’s also a couple of months to Amelia’s wedding, and I’m trying to cram studying plus meetings with Amelia into my hectic schedule. Today she asked me to meet with her to look at gowns in her bridal magazines. “Hey, Chloe. Do you have an extra pen I could use?” Maci asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Sure,” I say, digging through my bag, pulling one out. “Here you go,” I smile, handing Maci the pen. “Good morning, class!” Mr. Davis says. “Let’s get into today’s topic, shall we,” He suggests and begins telling us what to expect on the final and how much this final will impact our overall grade. Maci turns to me with the excitement of gossip dancing in her eyes. “So, I saw that guy that was staring at you last week talking to you in the hall after class. What did he say?” she asks, nosey as ever. “He asked me to go to coffee with him as friends,” I state so she wouldn’t pry. “That’s cool,”
I scream and lose my balance and almost fall on my face, but strong arms grab my waist. They’ve easily caught me and placed me back on my feet. I look up to find Malachi’s sexy face looking at me. “Thank you!” I say gratefully while I find myself becoming lost in his eyes as if I’m in a trance. “I’ve got you. I’d never let you fall,” he said with a smile. “Why are you so sweet to me?” I ask, utterly confused as to why he’d go out of his way to show kindness to a mere human. “Because you are going to be my Luna,” He answered with a smirk. “Luna? What is that?” I question. “For having a best friend who is a wolf you really know nothing of our kind huh?” He asks and I shake my head in return. “You will find out soon enough,” He says, reaching down to rub his thumb along my lower lip. After a moment of simply staring at him, he brushes his hand softly against my face. “Why were you crying, Luna?” He questions with a look of concern. “It’s nothing,” I say as I look away in sham
I storm off to the kitchen so I can grab my things and leave. I already knew Amelia wasn't far behind me. "Chloe, stop! Where are you going? Don't leave, that guy is still out there. It's not safe," she says, trying to convince me to stay. "I'd instead take my chances with a crazy stalker guy than someone that thinks he owns me," I declare, grabbing my keys from the counter. "Please stay, I'll take you to your room. I'm sorry I asked you to do the dare. I knew what was going to happen," she admits shamefully. "How did you know he would do that?" I ask curiously and wait for her answer. "He’s an Alpha. It's in his blood. He won't let any man ever look at you in that way," she says, but it only confuses me more. "But why does he act like this with me?" I ask, finally manning up and demanding answers. “And why does he call me Luna? What does that even mean?" I ask, becoming frustrated. "Let's go to the room so we can talk, ok." She insists and by the look in her eyes I know she’s re
My cheeks blush as I watch Malachi pull himself to a sitting position, looking at me with worry. I can tell the surprise of it being my first time is getting to him, but I'm not sure why. Then he starts laughing. "Chloe, I'm just kidding. I knew from the beginning you were a virgin. You are very tight" He says, still laughing. I give him a look of annoyance. Then slap his shoulder. "jerk" I retort, looking at the ceiling when Malachi pulls me on top of him. My legs straddle him while I take the time to admire his features. He raises his hand to gently brush my hair out of my face. "You're so beautiful," He says, pulling me down to him to kiss his lip softly. He trails his hands down my arms, and my body heat soars. I also feel him getting hard again. Malachi switches our positions, so he is hovering above me, but not quite resting his full weight against me. Both of his arms support him on each side of me and I take this opportunity to drag my own down his shoulders to his elbow
I'm in shock and not sure what to say. My niece Kali just told me she is pregnant. I pull over, so I'm not distracted and crash. "Kali! How far along are you?" I ask. "You know you have to tell your mother," I state, not liking the idea of keeping such a big secret from Marley. "I'm three months, and I can't tell mom she is going to freak. What if she kicks me out? What would I do alone with a baby at 16?" She cries and my heart goes out to her, but I know my sister. "Even if she did kick you out, I wouldn’t let you have nowhere to go. Of course, your mom will be upset because you're so young, but she will come around. It's her grandchild," I assure Kali. "Oh, Aunt Chloe, I'm so scared when I told my boyfriend he told me to get rid of the baby, but I can't. What am I going to do? My life is over. I know I was stupid and should have used protection, but its already done, and I can't give up my baby," she cries, devastated. "Everything will be okay, Kali I'm here for you, and your mom