She looked so guilty, it was beautiful to watch.
I watched her from my room window, she didn’t shut the blinds. Maybe because she didn’t realize she was being watched.
She moved around her room probably fussing about how she acted. A girl like her would want to make up for her actions.
I was following her, I could have returned to the house whenever but I wanted it to be in that moment, to get her reaction.
I was studying her, her weaknesses, her strengths, and everything about her. I was learning.
And she wasn’t so hard to study.
The werewolves I had brought to act as my parents were out, they were good at smiling in public and acting like my parents.
This mission was mine and they were props.
The job was simple; Find the lost daughter of Alpha Fred and Luna Celine.
What an irony.
My lips tugged into a playful smirk.
A werewolf, leading an anti-werewolf youth club.
Maya had no idea about her identity.
But the moment I saw her, I knew who she was.
Her scent hit me, and my wolf, Tyler had screamed in my head like he’d been released from a lifetime in prison.
Mate.
I’d hoped for a regular bond, born of a mark between two people. That was the plan but what I found when I stepped in that class was wild.
It was dangerous, especially for me.
My wolf wanted her badly, and he wanted her now.
Not after she turned.
He didn’t have that patience and my control got weaker anytime I was close to her scent.
She didn’t even know who she was.
She didn’t know I was her mate.
But she would fall for me; atleast the mate bond would help.
She probably already has.
***
I made my move at school the next day.
She stood by her locker, pretending not to notice me as I walked toward her.
I found that cute.
I leaned on the locker beside hers and offered a small smile.
“Hey,” I said.
She acted startled. “Hey.”
“Listen,” I said, my voice lower and slower, a simple art of seduction she didn’t know.
“About yesterday, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t,” she lied.
I tilted my head, she was falling for it.
“You sure? Because you stopped and looked at me like I had a knife and I was going to jump you or something.”
She winced. “Okay, maybe I was a little scared but it’s not your fault. I was just… Sorry,”
“No need to apologize, I understand.” I said gently.
She didn’t know how to respond.
I held out my hand. “Let me carry those.”
She hesitated, the books in her hands were stacked high but she finally handed them over, her fingers brushed mine as she passed the books to me.
Her breath hitched, nothing audible but I heard it.
She felt the electricity too.
Good.
I walked beside her, deliberately matching my pace with hers, we weren’t rushing but this was the slow unraveling of trust and I wanted her to trust me willingly.
“I was thinking,” I said casually, “since you’re the only person here who doesn’t look at me like I’m a shiny new you, maybe you’d want to get coffee or something?”
She glanced up at me, the height difference between us, more visible.
“Coffee?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “Or anything you’d like, ice cream even, but just so we get to know each other. You’ve been nice and that’s rare.”
She smiled.
With that, she had bitten into the hook.
***
Maya didn’t know this type of love, she didn’t know affection and real closeness.
I knew the Hawkes cared for her but they mourned around her and starved her of warmth.
And I would give it to her, I would drown her in warmth.
As we talked, I brushed a strand of her read curls behind her ear.
Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t pull away.
Tyler growled under my skin, pacing back and forth. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from reacting.
She wasn’t ready for us yet, but soon she would be.
The classes were a joke, I had already finished college, online of course, to stay hidden.
So being in highschool again, it was like theater.
But it was good as it gave me time, time to watch Maya and study her.
She was quick to smile with me, it surprised her that someone wasn’t patronizing.
I wanted to mark her already, but we hadn’t come full circle with the seduction.
I would have loved to take her, to bury myself so deep inside her that she’d never questions the fact that she belonged to me.
But I had to wait.
At lunch, I made sure to sit close enough to brush her knee under the table.
Zelda stared daggers from across the cafeteria, she’d been trying to get my attention but I didn’t even look her way.
Not once.
For her cruelty to my mate, I’d let her rage on, let her wonder why her silly schoolgirl charm didn’t work on me.
She might be the school beauty queen; but she fell short to Maya's flawless and innocent beauty.
In the few weeks, Maya was already letting her guard down and laughing more when I spoke, brushing my arm when she gave me a napkin.
She didn’t know how much her life had already changed.
Her birthday drew closer, and with me in the picture. Her wolf would be forced to come out.
Then she’d have only me to run to, I’d be there to show her who she truly was.
Maya’s PovMy eyes flicked from Luna Anya to Louis, then to the quiet elders who sat with their mouths pressed shut, avoiding my gaze. My heart was racing. I was still standing near the corner of the room, but everything inside me felt too loud to bear.“What just happened?” I asked, voice sharp, hoping someone would say something, anything.Nothing.No response. Not even a flinch.The silence rang louder than any answer. I opened my mouth to press again, but Louis stepped in before I could. His touch was light on my arm, but the way he looked at me, it was the kind of look that told me to tread carefully.“Calm down,” he said quietly. Like I was about to combust.Calm down?Luna Anya still hadn’t moved. She sat back in her seat, arms crossed lightly as she exhaled, slow and long, like the weight of the room pressed fully onto her shoulders. Then finally, she straightened and looked at the elders.“You all heard what Lucas said,” she began, voice calm but cold. “He didn’t just ask for
Louis's Pov“Here?” I echoed, my voice cracking louder than I meant. I pulled it back with a breath, lowering it. “Did you agree to that?”Luna didn’t answer right away. Just sipped her tea like the question hadn’t sunk in. Or maybe she was stalling. Either way, that wasn’t a yes, or a no.My stomach twisted. The idea of Lucas coming here, on Amber soil, walking into our house with that smile… that pride… it didn’t sit right. It reeked of something worse than politics. It reeked of bait.“How’s she doing?” Luna asked instead.I caught the shift in her eyes, soft, but probing. She’d already been to see Maya, I was sure of it. Still, I answered.“She came around,” I said. “Could finally speak a little. Still weak. Still recovering. But she’s fighting.” I watched Luna carefully.“Good,” she murmured, voice flat. And that was it. Just one word, then silence.She sat back like the weight of the world pressed on her spine. I wanted to ask more, like why she hadn’t told me sooner, why Lucas
Louis’s PovI rubbed a hand over the back of my neck, trying to center myself. Pierce moved a few steps ahead, still waiting for a response from me.And I didn’t know what exactly to say so I decided to remain quiet.“Is there really nothing more to it?” he asked finally, not turning to me.I hesitated.“We were just out there. I thought it would help her feel less caged.” I kept my tone even. “She was... happy.”Pierce finally turned to look at me. “And then?”I didn’t answer. Couldn’t, really.Because I wasn’t sure what had happened.“I see,” he murmured. Not accusing. Just... resigned.And maybe that was worse.We stood there a moment longer before he sighed and started walking away, muttering something about going back to doing what he was doing.I stayed back, pacing in the gravel thoughtlessly. ***It’s been two days since then.Maya had been asleep for two days.Two long, dragging days.Pierce checked in twice a day, eyes shadowed, lips tight. He started dropping hints, Maya’s
Louis’s PovI stepped inside without knocking. She’d summoned me, after all.The door clicked shut behind me, the sound unnervingly loud in the silence. She didn’t greet me. Didn’t even look up. She was brewing tea, her hands methodical, scoop, pour, steep. Like I wasn’t there.I didn’t speak either. I knew better.The only sounds were the whisper of boiling water and the soft clink of ceramic. The room was dim, lit only by the fading daylight pressing through the windows and the flicker of a low-burning lamp in the corner. I stood there, spine straight, hands curled into loose fists behind my back, watching the slow rhythm of her movements as she made tea.Then, without turning, she spoke.“What have you been up to, Louis?”The question was calm. Deceptively so.Still, it hit me like a slap.My mouth opened. “What?”She didn’t answer, just kept stirring the tea in that little porcelain cup like she was asking me about the weather. I tried again, slower and more composed this time. “I
Maya's PovThe walk back was quieter. Louis moved ahead like he was trying to shake something off. I didn’t bother asking what, whatever it was, he clearly didn’t want to talk about it. So I let the silence sit between us.Instead, I paid attention. Really paid attention. To the trees that leaned in over the trail, the way the sun caught in the leaves, the uneven dips in the dirt path.I guess part of me hoped I’d find something, a scratch in the bark, a sign someone had been here recently. A piece of the past that hadn’t buried itself.But there was nothing. Just trees. Wind. Our footsteps.Eventually, I gave up looking and let it go.By the time we reached the car, the sun had sunk behind the treetops. Gold and pink bled through the branches like the forest was on fire again. Only this time, the burn was soft.The drive back felt faster. Maybe because the roads were familiar now. Or maybe because the silence between us didn’t ask for anything.I was the first to break it. “I’m starv
Maya’s Pov Still, he said nothing. And I for one wasn't going to rest until he said what he'd intended to say. I hated suspense.And I wasn’t sure I had an idea of what he'd wanted to say.I arched a brow. “About you, then.”He gave a tight smile. “Nice try.”I stepped around him so he couldn’t avoid my eyes. “Let me guess.”“Maya… Hmmm”“You like me?”He didn’t move.“You want to kiss me?”He stared at the water.“You’re secretly married?”That one earned a low chuckle, but he shook his head. “Stop.”“Then tell me.”“I can’t.”“Because?”He opened his mouth, then closed it. His jaw clenched. Like his whole body was at war with itself.I didn’t push again. Unsure if i really wanted to know what he'd meant to say.I just stood there, letting the wind tangle my hair, waiting for him to come back from wherever his mind had gone.Finally, he spoke. Not a confession. Not even close.“I brought you here because it’s quiet,” he said. “Because it’s the only place where I don’t feel like I ha