Jace didn't come back to the table after that final statement from moi, but Archie did. We drafted a contract as planned and I signed it. Archie promised me he would get Jace to sign it as well, so I left with my head held high. "What happened there?" My father asked on the way back home, "I know something did." "I had a conversation with the guys on my way back from the bathroom... the Garibaldi family is a very intriguing bunch, daddy. King Archibaldo is very smart and capable and Alpha Jacinto is just as intriguing as he is strong. I'm very excited to marry into this family," I admitted, looking out the window, trying not to focus on Jace's rejection too much. But only because of that comment I made on the way back, my father never gave up on the Garibaldi Pack. Not even when everything changed. When the omega Garibaldi brother turned out to be a True Alpha at the most random age, in the most random way. That only got my dad even more excited to marry me into that family.
{ Jacinto } Beatrice Cathalos is nothing more than a spoiled little princess who is used to getting everything she wants. And I don’t know what the hell is it about her, but she pushes every single one of my buttons without having to even do anything. Just her existing is enough for my system to go haywire. I don’t know why. But I hate it. I don’t like feeling all over the place, all out of control. I like my life simple and easy, and she’s neither of those. Of course, she felt hurt when she heard I didn't want to marry her, so she's been a little bitch to me since then, giving me disdainful looks every time I appear in front of her. The only good thing about Leo stealing my place as Alpha is that he'll be the one who has to marry Princess Beatrice instead of me. For the next two days, I don't have to face Beatrice at all because I'm searching for Birdie in Ramada Valley, but then I have to return home. And as soon as I come back, Archie takes my place searching... a
What? I just look at Beatrice for around half a minute, trying to understand if she's being serious or not. She just crosses her arms and looks at me with her big blue eyes, waiting for an answer. If we are being serious, the truth is that even I don't have that answer for myself. I don't know why she generates so many feelings in me, so much rejection… But I don't want to be serious with her. Why? I simply don’t feel like it. So I’ll give her the simplified, assholish answer. "Because you're weird," I say, opening my arms in surrender. I can tell she wasn't expecting that because she takes a literal step back, "You're very weird, and you're practically harassing me right now. I don't like being forced to do anything, but you looked me in the face and took a stance against me that first day we met, when you told me I would marry you even if I didn’t want it. In my opinion, that was a declaration of war. I don't like you because you're a fucking princess who has no business bein
The next morning I stay in my room not knowing how to proceed going forward. Should I continue with my plan of invading every little aspect and area of Jace’s life until he can’t think about anything but me? Or do I save my pride and do my best to disappear from his life altogether?Right now, honestly, I want to preserve my pride. So I call an employee and ask for a driver so I can just waste my time somewhere else, not in this house. I take myself on a breakfast date and then I go on a walk, enjoying the fresh scent of nature. Being in that house where Jace’s scent is all around me has been hard, so I let myself enjoy this open space that doesn't smell like Jace in the slightest.Little by little, I start to feel better and less humiliated. Fuck Jace for embarrassing me yesterday, calling me a weird stalker and a bitch. But, mark my words, I'll show him some embarrassment one day. I don't know how or when, but I swear I'll make him feel like this. I sit on an empty bench and then
{ Jolene } There was a very short moment in time where I thought I had life completely figured out. I thought the universe was on my side for once and karma was finally giving me everything I deserved. My mother died -good news- and left me a chunk of money that I used to fulfill my dream of having a cute little coffee shop. Things went extremely well for almost six complete months. I was even starting to save up some money and genuinely thinking I would never be poor again. But of course, that good streak didn't last long. Just six months. Then, just a month ago, the world as we knew it ceased to exist. Werewolves. Werewolves exist and they are here... and all over the world. Apparently, they look like normal people most of the time but they, -somehow, in ways I don't understand- are able to transform their normal human body into a real fucking wolf. And not just under the moonlight, but all the time. Whenever they feel like it. I've seen it with my own eyes and I almos
Before I can react, scream or complain, the owner of this violent body grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me down with him. As I crash to the floor, with this very heavy man on top of me, I think: no. I won't let anyone fucking rape me. Oh, no. If they want my body, they have to either be cute or pay for it. I try to scream as the criminal rolls us under the counter. I move a lot trying to hit him in some strategic place, but I fail miserably. I try to free my hands to bring them to his face and gouge his eyes out, or give him an elbow in the ribs, or kick his balls, or throw my head back to break his nose. But, panicked, all I manage to do is move from side to side like a fish out of water. I think this annoys him more, I can tell by the groans he makes with his throat. He's probably thinking about how to kill me more painfully for being such a complicated prey. I don't know if I'm being way too dramatic about this situation, but I truly feel the need to run for my life.
Do you want to know how pathetic I truly am? That thing that happened to me yesterday has been the most interesting thing that’s happened to me since my mother died. I wish I had friends only so I could tell them that I saved a guy from a pack of werewolves, but I only have one friend and he hasn’t answered his phone all damn day. “There have been more werewolves around lately, have you noticed?” Mrs. Audrey asks me as she waits for me to finish making her coffee. Usually, I’d be annoyed by her trying to make conversation with me, but not this time. “Have I noticed? I had three of them in here yesterday,” I tell her, making her gasp, “They were chasing a poor guy, so small and helpless, he begged me to save his life… I had to be brave, so I stood in front of those animals and said: Stop right there! Leave him alone!” “My goodness,” she murmurs and clasps her hands to her chest, holding a rosary, “I can’t believe you’re so brave. And, what happened? Did they leave?” “Yes, th
“Good job, now it’s time to mop,” I continue twenty minutes later when he finally finishes something that usually takes me two minutes. Lion throws his head back with a groan, “What? Does my life mean so little to you? Just a sweeping session?” “No, I think you’re worth a mopping session too,” he murmurs as if being forced and rolls his eyes, “But I’ve never done it before. It looks complicated.” I frown in confusion as I study him from head to toe, wondering what kind of person has never mopped anything in their life? I guess someone so rich they have a cleaning team at their disposal. But… Lion doesn’t look like someone like that. Other than the fact that he’s incredibly attractive in face and body… honestly, he looks like he stinks. His hair is long and stiff, his clothes are filthy, and his arms are full of cheap and ugly tattoos. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks. “I’m wondering how it’s possible you don’t know how to mop, are you stupid? Your mother nev