He's the rich, handsome, ruthless alpha heir who wouldn't even spare her a glance. And she’s the girl who secretly crushed on him for years. Azaria Brooke had spent years crushing on her best friend’s older brother Nicholas Sinclair, the pack’s alpha heir. He was a well-known bad boy she-wolves wanted. He lived life on his terms, breaking hearts and rules alike but he had never looked her way. Nicholas on the other had known Azaria was his mate since the moment he caught her scent. But mating means weakness, and weakness has no place in his world. He’s spent years denying the bond, ignoring the fire that burns every time she’s near. He had his reasons and they were valid. Until the night she was attacked. He must choose: break every rule he’s ever set for himself, or risk losing her forever. But then again Azaria was furious. How could he keep this from her when he knew she was the butt of jokes in the Pack? She had refused to forgive him. Now will she forgive him and accept his proposal for a quick marriage to find secrets surrounding her birth and about the woman she calls her mother, who is now a terror in the whole of lycanthropy or will she listen to her Best friend who says her brother is no good for her.
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Azaria’s POV
Oh shit. I should have stayed home tonight.
The first thing I set my eyes on was a girl dry humping a guy on the dance floor. Because obviously this cannot be called dancing. It should have been an eyesore to people around but it wasn’t. This was because there were a handful of others grinding unto themselves and some others seated calmly swapping DNA with their tongues.
It’s the beginning of a school year and the Sinclair family always throws the most lavish welcome back to school parties. People literally begged to be invited to these parties. The Sinclair family was the family of the present alphas in the Blood moon pack. They were the richest and the most influential. Ashley the school diva was the daughter of the alpha. And I was best friends with Ashley. People often wondered how two of us were friends and even stayed friends for 9 years. These talks often made me sad but I have made peace with myself. I mean staring at Ashley reminded me of everything I wasn’t or didn’t have. Like her parents were still together, they were wealthy, she was beautiful with her blonde hair and blue eyes and I was just me. I didn’t get people fawning over me because of my status and I think because I wasn’t as beautiful as Ashley. I was even bullied at some point in school until Ashely threatened the whole school.
I was happy she was even my friend. I was content that way.
I took a deep breath and was about to walk to the kitchen when I spotted my boyfriend Logan. I froze. I could see him smiling from ear to ear with a girl he called just a childhood friend but the way he leaned into her whispering into her ears and giggling like a teenager made me feel like throwing up. Arya was her name. She was the reason we had our last fight and Logan called me insecure. I cried ugly that night. Since when did I ever become the overbearing girlfriend? I only decided to ask him because everyone in school was making fun of me.
I blinked back tears and began heading for the door when Ashley spotted me.
“Azaria! What are you doing there?” Ashley pulled me into her arms and I plastered a smile on my face. “You are late” she scolded mildly. Then she smiled.” what do you think?” I looked around the room avoiding the kitchen as Ashley watched for reaction.
“Hmm let me think” I changed my voice and that made my best friend giggle. “It’s lewd and fun, I think it would make the school news” I finished and Ashley burst into laughter.
“Come, I want you to meet the group.” Ashley clasped her hand over her mouth as she did a little jump. She dragged me like a rag doll as we crossed the room.
“The group? Are they the friends you made at summer camp” I asked.
“Yeah,” Ashley smiled as she grabbed two cans of beer off the table. She handed one over to me and had a sip.
“Hi guys this is my best friend Azaria” said Ashley at the top of her voice, with a huge grin plastered on her face. “Hi Azaria” they sang.
“Azaria meets the group: Isla, Dexter, Louisa, Fredrick, Ayla and trashiman but we call her trash” she gestured.
I waved at them smiling “hi guys, Ash, has told me so much about you.” I said and we exchanged numbers.
‘Trash? What an unfortunate name.
I was yet to finish my beer, when Ashley rose up. “Damn this party is a bore” and just like that everything began to change.
There was a new set of people that began to arrive at the party. Ashley and I peered to know who was making people murmur.
Ashley hissed. “It’s my brother” she sat back in her chair. My eyes widened. Nicolas came?
“He is not alone though,” I said. Ashley turned and gasped. Nicholas had come with his best friend and other of his friends.
“Oh my god he’s here” Ashley squealed, clasping a hand over her mouth. She has always had a huge crush on Marcel, her brother’s best friend. “How do I look?” Ashley asked and I nodded.
“Beautiful as always”
Ashely went on to look at herself on her phone camera while my heart raced.
The thing is I have had this long standing crush on Nicholas Sinclair, my best friend's brother. Nicholas Sinclair was that arrogant untouchable heir of the blood moon pack.
Thinking about him made me blush not to talk of him being close to me. I fanned myself with my hands as my eyes scanned the room looking for him until I found him. I flinched as we made eye contact. Oh my gosh.
That was the closest I have been with him for the past 9 years because Nicholas never spared me a glance. No matter how I tried in my own way, Nicholas never spoke to me. It hurt. It made me feel invisible.
I watched as the other girls adjusted their tops to show more cleavage and position themselves for him to see. I rolled my eyes. Girls always throw themselves at him. I could feel the sexual tension rise dramatically in the party as he sat and began to drink. I looked away before he could catch me staring.
I noticed a guy gathering people.
“What are they doing?” I asked.
Ashley shook her head. ‘I have no idea, come let’s go check” we walked to the group to realize they were about to play a game of truth or dare. And that was my cue to leave but before I could Ashley grabbed my hands.
“Don't even think about it”
“But Ashley I—” she pulled me to sit beside her.
“Truth or dare guys, come around” the guy shouted. My heart raced as the game began. With every question asked, my heart rate tripled and my adrenaline rose to the heights of mountain Everest. It would soon be my turn but when I turned to my left I spotted my boyfriend. Logan was in the game too. There were 2 people before me.
Then it was Logan's turn. His best friend stood up with a mischievous smile.
“Logan I dare you to kiss Arya”
People gasped. They clapped their hands over their mouths as they stared from me to Logan and Arya. My heart raced mad. Would he do it?
It wasn’t my turn but it felt like it was my turn. I raised my hand to my face and wiped my forehead of sweat.
Logan stood up and I wanted to go hide under my bed. He walked to Arya and the whole place went quiet.
“Will he do it?” Someone said,
The moment Logan stepped towards Arya and grabbed her face, I shut my eyes and tears fell freely from my eyes. When I opened it again people were screaming and cheering like they were watching a football game.
Logan not only kissed Arya but he marked her even though she didn't have his mark. Even though she was not his mate. This was a guy I dated for 5 years.
BURN THE SILENCENicholas' POVThe world did not stop, but it sure felt like that.I went up the weed-grown path behind the library, whence Azaria and I sometimes slipped off during a recess. No one came here anymore—not since the maintenance crew stopped trimming the hedges. But for us, it had always been our escape. Quiet. Hidden. Uninfluenced by the rest of the world.It was turned into a cemetery of memories now.I was sitting on the rusted swing set with chains squeaking under its load. The paint was peeling, the metal was chilly in my hands. I heard her maintain the laughter of the wind,--light and unchained, like that which has been wont to turn the head of one too free to be bound.God, I longed after her.Not just her presence, but the way she used to see me. Like I mattered. Like I wasn’t just another name on the attendance list. I hadn’t told her I loved her enough. I hadn’t defended her when the rumors started. I had shut down and walked away when I should’ve held on tight
SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERSNicholas' POVI always enjoyed the school hall at lunch time- the noise, the hysteria, the occasional prank which would roll through the lockers. And now all was just hollow. Regardless of the numbers of people filling up that hall, the silence around Azaria and me overshadowed all the things.Slowly I moved with my fingers touching the edge of the lockers that carried the dents and stickers that marked the years of existence. About the faces I knew, I skimmed my eyes and voices, that I used to care about. But nothing was in my mind but her. Azaria.How she would stand at her locker waiting on me with her arms folded, how that devilish little smile would trace the edge of her lips. The manner in which she used to roll her eyes at me when I said something stupid yet would still smile even though what I had said was like me handing her the moon.Now... nothing.It had been weeks—long, miserable weeks of empty glances, half-hearted nods, and pretending we were
Bloodlines and SecretsAzaria’s POVI didn’t sleep well that night.The warning Killian gave me—“They know your powers and they are coming for you”—echoed in my ears long after I’d gotten home. I forced it out, I tried to get weighted-down in cold water, midnight writing, even quiet, but nothing availed.It was not peaceful when I finally lost consciousness.It was nothing of that kind.---I was standing on a battle ground.The horizon was flattened by flames which turned the skies orange and blood-red. It was smoky and full of power--muscle-gnawing power that made my arm hairs creep up.Opposite me was a woman very tall, very fierce, with silver hair flowing the wind. its eyes were fires burnt pools of molten metal, and a crest flared at her wrist--sinking runes wreathed with fire.She was exactly like me.Older. Wiser. Stronger. But definitely me.“You are the last of us,” she said, her voice both ancient and familiar.I tried to speak, but no words came.Her eyes narrowed.“Do not
A Warning in ShadowsAzaria’s POVThis was just a normal day.I would wake to the alarm clock, comb my hair until it no longer tangled, and would look into the mirror until I thought, how much of me would still remain underneath the weight of agony. Going to school was just a habit now--a routine I went through so as to not go crazy.I’d already made up my mind. I was going to ignore Nicholas, Ashley, and definitely Killian. I didn’t want to hear another apology. Another apology was not what I wanted to hear. I did not want anybody telling me just how wrong everything was or that things were not what it appeared to be. I did not care any more.Just that distance between us was what I wanted.However, unluckily to me, I never got as far as my locker.I had hardly taken a step in the hall of the school, when two powerful hands seized me by the arm. I was seized--not violently, but forcibly--through the side hall, and into the gym. The sound of our footsteps went back and forth on the wa
A Trail of ShadowsNicholas’s POVI had started keeping an eye on Killian.Nor was it out of an attempt to be sorry, or because he aroused jealousy in me--though it is not true that there was nothing of that in it--but because there was something about him which did not commend itself to me. Since Azaria was not going to talk to me or even give me an opportunity to be heard, I was confident that waiting will not change her mind.No, that was the only way that I could have any possible hope of redemption, I had to make something out. Something real. Something bigger than a broken heart.And that meant getting to the bottom of everything.Starting with Killian.---Ashley kept telling me I was paranoid.“You’re seeing ghosts, Nick,” she said, flipping through her history notes as we sat under the bleachers during free period.“No. I’m seeing patterns.”“Conspiracies. There’s a difference.”I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Ashley, he kissed you.”“Because of Selene.”“And how often
The Space Between UsNicholas’s POVThe school day didn’t matter after the cafeteria incident. Everything blurred. Teachers spoke, chalk tapped, students whispered—but none of it touched me. I sat there, heart still pounding in the aftermath of what I’d witnessed.Azaria in her full form.Fierce. Unapologetic. Otherworldly.The picture ran in circles through my head, as a refrain to which it kept time, and her fur of silver ash flashing against the light, and her eyes twin embers, and her stature that of a creature reborn. And the vise on my wrist still bumped, unknown to any save hot in its insinuation: mine she was.I no longer knew whether she wanted to be, or not.---After the final period I met up with Ashley in the hall. and her voice was calm. "Lets talk, Nick, can we?"I studied her, I stared at her and saw the effort in her eyes. She still felt guilty as a second skin.I nodded.In the classroom, we got an empty room. Dust was floating in sunlight, and desks were standing i
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