“Alpha,” Klein comes barreling through the door with two other men in tow. I abruptly shift back to give them leverage, inciting me to stagger a bit as I lose my balance, only to be steadied by a firm grip on my arm.“Careful,” Nicholas whispers in my ear while I try not to focus on the tingling sensation at the spot his palm meets the skin of my lower arm where the short sleeves of my t-shirt can't reach.“Follow Jazreal,” he declares at the men who bow briefly before straightening. “The long table and chairs need to be brought out.”They nod in response and whirl toward Jazreal who is already making his way below the staircase. I frown in confusion as I wonder why. My silent question is answered a moment later as they disappear and Nicholas informs me, “There's a door there that leads to the basement.”“Oh,” I mouth in understanding, feeling slightly embarrassed that he can guess what's going through my mind. “Was it that obvious what I was thinking?”“I'm a werewolf,” is his simple
The rest of Lunch is spent with the two grown men throwing insults at themselves while we the ladies laugh to our heart's content, sometimes choking and spurting out food crumbles.A smile remains on my face as warmth creeps into my bones as I watch the homely eating environment. Something churches at my heart but I brush it off as a result of experiencing such a scene for the first time. Being an orphan and growing up without a family does that to you.Half the time my eyes are trained on Nicholas who has a carefree expression on his features during the meal. His behavior is a total contrast to the Nicholas in the city whom I've heard and caught a glimpse of.Truth is, if I hadn't come all the way with him, I would think he had some twin and the person on my left was not him. “Jazreal and I will be heading down to the study,” Nicholas announces, rising, his chair screeching backward and plate left with tiny crumbles. “Jazreal you done?”“Yes yes,” he mumbles, the last spoonful of fo
“Queen Luna doesn't seem ready to give up the throne,” Jazreal’s voice reaches me and my whole body goes rigid. “I never expected it to be like taking candy from a baby,” Nicholas retorts in a cool voice that sends chills down my spine. “That will only make my mission boring.”“She's been insisting to the elders and the council that you are not yet fit to handle the position,” Jazreal inputs. “She seems adamant about keeping you out of the loop.”“There’s one thing I'm grateful for about being her son,” Nicholas utters, a pause following, curious if they are whispering, I lean the side of my face on the door in a bid to catch the next sentence.“And that is?” Jazreal implores after a few seconds.“The fact I inherited her stubborn genes,” Nicholas goes on to say. “I just hope she's ready for the war she's trying to start.”“I can't fathom how a mother could be this evil to her child,” Jazreal sighs and a sad emotion washes over me the more listen.“She killed her own mate, Jazz,” he
Morning light brushes my lids, inciting me to groan and murmur unintelligible words in protest as it tries to disrupt my plan to sleep longer. The sun doesn't seem to understand the words I uttered in protest as it seems to keep doing its job.In an attempt to escape, I threw my arm over my face, a thankful sigh leaving my lips as it does a perfect job of blocking my vision. My arm happens to be uncomfortable despite doing its job causing me to adjust my position a tad to relieve the discomfort.I feel something warm rub my back and shoulders but don't think more about it hence I have only one decision in mind and that is to go back to slumber. A minute later I am getting lost in the darkness of sleep when I'm pulled out seconds after by a knock on the door.Cursing at my luck in my head I squeeze my lids tightly and hold in the urge to match to the door and scream at whoever is doing such evil. The sound comes again as the person repeats the knocking action.I fold my body in a fetal
There is silence for some moments as the eight of us arrive at a large metal gate. Nicholas suggested as we left the house that we trek it hence the distance from his mansion to the pack lands is a stone's throw away.My hand in his I gape at the barrier, the metal painted a black shade and a realistic drawing embedded on it. The silver strokes are done perfectly to form a picture of two wolves facing each other, blue eyes locked, bones taut as they stand poised."What do you see?" His thick voice asks from my left and I turn slightly to face him, a brow raised in confusion. "I mean at the gate.""Oh," I let out and divert my attention back while I heed footsteps approaching from the other side. It crosses my mind he must have informed them of his presence through their mind link."So?" He tilts his head to stare down at me due to our significant height difference.Squinting my lids to make sure I'm not seeing something different or missing anything, I answer. "Wolves.""It's obvious,
Mrs Marietta Lazarus reaches out for my hand and I place my right palm in hers. I smile to show I am not afraid and that I am following all that is going on. She leads me to the inner room, a big room that could be used for a ball ceremony. The inside looks ancient and the members of the board are seated around the big mahogany table. All faces draw to me as I see different emotions like I was about to enter the room. I feel like I could run away from there, with Nicholas by my side; I feel very shy.“What a beautiful lady you are”, said Mrs. Lazarus as she smiled and sat on her chair, or throne if I could say. The throne is the biggest in the room; made out of iron and gold. One can see the gold glow from within the iron. It is a beautiful sight to behold. “But isn’t it too quick for you to have a mate?”Nicholas stands up and scoffs. His face is down but gains confidence and raises his head back up. He sighs and looks around. He must have missed the pack lands; a place where everyon
R 14“Pass! Pass!” A loud voice rang across the football field. It is sports day in GREENWORLD HIGH SCHOOL. Students are busy as they are being called by their coaches to turn up quickly in their respective sports.Mason is a teenager in 11th grade who is part of the football team. He is the one being called to pass the ball as he dribbles 4 players and puts the ball in the top right corner of the goalpost. Mason is one of the best athletes in school but is sometimes trolled by his peers for not passing the ball. “If I had passed it, you would have missed it! And you weren’t even in a good position!” He would say. Mason has poor parents who can’t afford to send him to GREENWORLD HIGH SCHOOL. Guess what…he’s on a lifetime scholarship! Being a good footballer never stops him from getting the best grades. He is sure to get the best grades every year as other students leave him and fight for the second best instead. He has no rival. Mason always has this kind of scoffing-every-time expres
“Is there anything I don’t know again?” Mason asked Thomas who is increasing his speed with every step as they rush out of class. “Tom!” Mason yelled loudly it caught the attention of everybody around as they focused on them.People start to drive attention away when they don’t talk for a while. That’s high school for you. Students pay attention when you cause a commotion. It’s better to keep quiet until they all leave when you have nothing to say. Everyone wants to have a video of their mates quarreling.“Alright”, Thomas said, sighing “Steph, Jaime, Cassandra, and Edmund are werewolves. Done?” He moves away from Mason and heads to the hall.Mason rushes over to Thomas and holds his jacket. “What? You mean you’re not the only werewolf here? Is this a medieval school or something?”Thomas's eyes begin to rage and as he clenches his fists and stamps his feet. “Yeah, boy. You know now. Next time you won’t poke your nose in something that isn’t your business. For now, just focus on yours