SophiaJackson, one of the betas, entered my parents’ house holding an envelope, shaking it in the air. He said the mailman had come to leave letters in the mailbox, which was strange. It was seven in the evening and the timing didn’t add up.Immediately, I furrowed my brow, feeling a glimpse of worry.Dad took the envelope and quickly opened the letter, knowing it contained something bad. It had no sender, only a recipient, and the handwriting was printed and unrecognizable. Inside was a crumpled sheet of paper. It had words, yes, but also dried blood stains. Three, maybe four. The dark, rusty color soaked into the paper. The scent reached my nostrils. It was real blood, no doubt. We were sure of that.Damn...“Don’t look any further. The blood is James’s and the alpha’s. They will not return,” my father read aloud.“NO! MY SON!” my mother screamed desperately, looking at the letter in horror.I didn’t know how to process the news. Everything went dark for a moment. I was stunned by
SophiaDante had already gone home, and I should’ve been back at work hours ago to continue with my pending tasks, but I didn’t have the strength to do it that afternoon. Something wasn’t right with me.I was at my parents' house, sitting on the living room couch, a blanket over my legs and a cup of tea —already cold— in my hands, waiting for the physical discomfort to go away. But the truth is that since I arrived home, and even before that, I’d already been feeling exhausted and unwell. My stomach felt unsettled like it was in knots. Something strange was lodged there, and even the tea wasn’t helping. It was cold, but the chill in my body wasn’t normal. I felt dazed as if my mind were covered by a thick fog that wouldn't let me think clearly, and that fog had a name and a last name, and it weighed about forty pounds of rocks.I’d had nausea since I woke up from my nap, and it hadn’t gone away, not even with the tea. The kitchen maid offered to call a doctor, but I told her no.There
BrightIt felt like a joke seeing how Sophia had all her suitors gathered in front of her. Stefan, Dante, and me. I tried to stay calm, but a few comments slipped from my lips. I couldn’t contain the rage inside my body. I had to let out the poison that was stuck in the middle of my throat.During the meeting, I couldn’t focus. I already knew what was coming when I got up in the morning, but I didn’t think the four of us would arrive at almost the same time and be alone together. I hadn’t counted on the delay of the other meeting members.Most of what was said went in one ear and out the other. I caught myself losing my mind more than once. I just nodded whenever someone looked at me as if I were really present, but the truth was that my mind was somewhere else. Drowning in a sea of chaotic thoughts.I wanted to leave. I couldn’t stand being far from her, but I also couldn’t breathe when Sophia was near. I didn’t leave because I didn’t want to show any more signs of what was already o
Sophia It was exhausting to feel guilty even for accepting a hug from Dante, but I let myself go and allowed him to hold me. It was what he seemed to want, which surprised me. He looked upset, but Dante still sought to hug me. His love kept his wounded pride from taking over, and he offered me comfort.It would be unfair to say that was the kind of attitude I expected from Bright. That was never going to happen. Dante could be resentful, but Bright outdid him in that category.When I pulled away from Dante, our eyes met. His gaze was full of sadness, and still, there was no anger in it. At least not the anger I deserved. Maybe that’s why I felt so guilty even about accepting a hug because this wasn’t what I deserved. Not after the hurt."I can't give you what you need, Dante," I said, wiping my face with the sleeve of my blouse. My makeup was probably a mess. "Not because I don’t value you. It’s not about your worth, but because..." I tried to find the words, but nothing felt right.
SophiaI had barely managed to turn on my computer when someone gently knocked on my office door. I didn’t feel like seeing anyone, but the urge to pretend everything was normal made me get up and open it. It could have been James. Before leaving the meeting, he told me he wanted to talk to me afterward.I allowed the person in, but it wasn’t James. It was someone I wasn’t ready to see. I told him I didn’t want to talk right now, but he didn’t respect my space.It was Dante."Can I come in?" he asked, hesitant but calm. Still, there was urgency in his eyes. I could see it.I hesitated for a second, but then nodded and motioned to the chair for him to sit down.Dante walked over to the desk and took a seat."If you came here to judge me, I wouldn’t say I don’t deserve it, but I’d appreciate it if you could judge me later when I have more strength to face it."Dante wanted to judge and reproach me. I could see it in his impatient, resentful gaze, but he was reasonable when he wanted to
SophiaIt was hard for me to get out of bed that morning. If it hadn’t been for my father hurrying me along, I would’ve been late for the meeting. Actually, I was late.Dad said this meeting was important. He scolded me for waking up so late. I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal for him if we were only meeting with two lawyers from another firm. It wasn’t anything major. At least not compared to other meetings. But he kept insisting I hurry.I nearly ran to the conference room, imagining I’d walk in and everyone would turn to look at me in annoyance, but when I entered with my notebook in hand and my laptop under my arm, I saw no one.I frowned.Not even James was there.I called my brother to ask what was going on.“Sophia?”“James, am I in the right room? I went into conference room two and there’s no one here.”“Sophia, the meeting starts in half an hour. Didn’t you see the message I sent you this morning?”“No. Actually, Dad rushed me out of the house to get to the offic
SophiaThe food felt stuck in my chest from the anxiety weighing down my stomach. Eating in Bright’s presence wasn’t exactly how I imagined spending the evening, but at least having him nearby gave me the chance to make him jealous. But he made me jealous of her presence. With Sabrina. A beautiful she-wolf from our pack. After dinner, I asked Stefan to wait for me a moment. I needed to go to the bathroom, to breathe, to pull myself together. I hadn’t looked in the mirror all night, but I was sure I looked terrible. My discomfort and frustration at running into Bright here were written all over my face. Actually, it was more about seeing him with Sabrina. That put me in a bad mood, and I knew I wouldn’t sleep a wink after what I saw. I spotted the sign pointing to the restroom. I needed to take shelter as soon as possible. But just as I was about to turn the corner, I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped, sensing a familiar presence at my back. I turned around and saw him. It was h
SophiaI wasn't excited about the idea of going out with someone else, but I had no other choice after agreeing to the date. I felt bad about wanting to cancel on Stefan after seeing how excited he looked when I said yes. I think he expected me to say no, but he was surprised when he heard me agree.I didn’t have anything to wear. Nothing for a date. I asked one of the werewolves to bring me clothes from home. I didn’t feel like spending an hour picking out a dress because I wasn’t in the mood for a date, but I tried. I got ready and fixed myself up. I told myself that maybe, just maybe, tonight I could make a new friend even though that wasn’t what he wanted from me.Stefan was handsome, polite, and had a kind of confidence that, in another life, could’ve won me over. But this wasn’t another life. This was mine, emotionally wrecked and still tied to a man I couldn’t stop looking at, even when I tried. A life where I lost someone precious because I didn’t know how to choose. I guess I
BrightIt had been quite a complicated morning. I didn’t expect it to drag on so long, but I had so much work that I just wanted to leave early for lunch. I had planned to meet Sabrina at the café near the company, but she canceled because of work. I had to go eat alone, and that was bad for me, because being alone meant thinking about her.I didn’t want to do that.From my spot in the hallway near reception, I couldn’t help but stop when I saw her. Sophia. It’s amazing how my breath would catch when she was near. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her that morning since she found out about me and Sabrina, but the impact was just as hard.Her hair was down, something I had always liked. She tucked it behind her ear with a distracted gesture, as if she didn’t know she had the power to destabilize me without even looking at me. Some people cornered me to talk. They were part of the company’s corporate team, and we had agreed to have a conversation later. They interrupted my moment of adm