Dior
I'm sitting on Wesley's couch, staring off into space like a zombie. Marcus and I are on the same swim team, and I killed his mate, Gloria. The right thing to do would be to tell him the truth, but my beta, Wesley, doesn't agree with me at all.
Elijah is sitting in an armchair, studying me with his glowing eyes. He is a vampire, chosen by the moon goddess as Wesley's mate. I've kept their relationship a secret from the other pack members, knowing how much the two of them need each other.
Wesley has always struggled with being a gay werewolf, but when the mate-bond crashed over him, he stopped seeing himself as a freak. Somehow meeting Elijah changed everything.
I witnessed the entire meeting as it happened in a bar. Wesley kissed Elijah, and the rest is history. The two of them are in love. And even though I've never been close with Wesley except for our beta and alpha relationship, he didn't hesitate to let me come inside his home this morning.
PatriciaMy room is dark and silent, and my bed seems so inviting where it's waiting for me to tuck myself under the duvets.Smiling, I spit out toothpaste, then rinse the basin under running water while meeting my reflection in the mirror.There is finally some hope radiant in my eyes. I'm thrilled that Alice and I found an apartment already, and tomorrow the big showing will take place to see if it's something for us.With happiness bubbling up within me, I turn off the light and walk over to my bed. I can't wait for tomorrow to come and slip under the covers with sweet reveries of the future. A scent of detergent hits my nose, and I hum happily.I smile like a freaking fool in the dark and hug my warm and cozy boyfriend, only to scream when I realize I don't fucking have one—who the hell is in my bed?!My arm stretches for the bedside lamp, and my eyes instantly get caught on a man covering his eyes with his hand. His lips are press
PatriciaI wet my lips, too aware of the squeezing in my chest, begging me to forget and forgive the older Dior before me. He is currently taking up all the space in the room, slowly invading my senses.Seriously, the man must have witchcraft in his veins because his words have already rendered me weak. He has taken over my mind, infiltrated my heart, and I absorb the man: the more than six feet of Dior and his granite pecs and dark hair.Fucking hell—Dior is sex materialized with eyes that leave me a little more breathless whenever he throws me a glance. He is a natural disaster, a wave waiting to crash, and after he has broken down my walls, I'm afraid there will be nothing left of me. I will be lost and ruined, unable to function without his touch.That thought frightens me more than anything because this Dior doesn't belong in my world. He could go up in smoke at any second like he did the last time we met.I force myself to speak, hoping
AliceMy skin is crawling, still upset from the nightmares I suffered tonight. Those red eyes of the monster werewolf wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to run from them, hide behind trees, but the creature was relentless, finding me wherever I went.A sliver of fear makes me shudder as I reach for my coffee cup. Hopefully, the lovely potion I brewed will help clear my head. The liquid is a venomous-looking purple.I twirl my hand around the cup with tired eyes, smiling at the scenery turning from early winter to summer. Flowers bloom, and ice flakes disappear in a flash. I've always been good at temporarily changing the seasons.I slurp some coffee. I'm sitting in the hotel's beautiful garden, relaxing until a shadow gets me jumping out of my skin. With my heart racing, I slowly turn around and find myself staring at the older version of Dior, watching me from across the garden.The man got thick shoulders and an even thicker beard. His body seems b
William It's Friday night, and I'm exhausted from a long day of football practice. Yet I have to be here and pretend to have fun since Dior is turning eighteen in mere hours. The alpha is holding a grand party at his parent's lake house to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. And when the clock strikes twelve, Dior might lock eyes with someone who turns out to be his mate. Because of this, June forced me to infiltrate his birthday party. I'm supposed to keep my eyes open and help June plan to kidnap Dior's mate after we know their name. June truly isn't very original, but at least she is plotting something. I drink some bad-tasting alcohol from my red cup. Yuck, what the heck am I wearing? I'm not too fond of suits. My eyes linger on my reflection on the glass table. It's strange. I look the same, yet no one recognizes me as the alpha of the Summerburst pack. June had me drink some strange brew made by her witch friend, which will convince every
Alice My lungs stopped functioning the moment my mate turned around. Magic is oozing around him—I suspect he has taken some substance to veil his true identity from the others. But I specialize in potions and could see through this type of magic from a mile away. Besides, there is no escaping from the mate-bond once you face your special someone. I wet my lips while my mate absorbs me from his imposing height. He is tall, and I'm suddenly speechless. He is handsome. His warm skin tone stands out against the pale color of most people this time of the year, me included. I'm embarrassingly porcelain, while my mate is a rich bronze with eyes so deep I could drown in them. He isn't entirely flawless, though. His nose is slightly crooked, and his face lacks any sign of human emotions, but in my opinion, it gives him character. This man is a mystery, and I wish to solve it—if only I weren't so nervous around him! When I don't utter a word, my
Patricia The primary emotion leading my way is curiosity when I step into Dior's lake house. Sadly, it is soon replaced with anger. Marcus and two members from my ex-pack, Riley and Brad, approach me the second I'm done hanging up my jacket. I should have known that they couldn't stay out of my life for one day. "Great..." I roll my eyes. "Dumb, Dumbest, and Dumber are on their way already." Alice giggles. "You knew it would happen." I sigh in agreement. Coming to Dior's birthday party is asking for trouble, yet I can't leave. I came here hoping to spread some light on my situation. My heart aches to know if Dior in this dimension is my mate because as twisted as it is, I'm falling in love with older Dior—someone who I should do everything to resist. But how do you stop yourself from feeling certain things? In my opinion, it's like trying to tell your brain to stop thinking. It would be easier if the older Dior were evil or mea
PatriciaAs soon as Dior has left me, I hurry after him. I have to swim through a herd of drunk teenagers. A talkative guy shoves an elbow into my shoulder, and I respond by pushing him out of the way. He mumbles a swear word, but I don't stop to hear him out.I'm moving fast, eyeing the clock on the wall while music is blasting all around me. Dior will turn eighteen in ten minutes, and I speed up my pace, desperate to find the man himself.It's easier said than done. My old pack members appear to have made it their sole purpose to shout out to another. They high-five and block my way, forcing me to groan inaudibly. Somehow, I slip past them while laughter bounces off the walls.A few girls from my schools are eyeing me as I pass them, looking at me as if I don't belong here. I hear them whisper to one another, questioning who the hell invited me here. It takes a lot of strength to push their menacing voices out through my ears and instead focus on Dior's
Patricia June is crushing my throat, and my eyesight momentarily darkens while my palms are pressing against her arms. Dior is fighting the entire Summerburst pack in the background, meaning no one can save me from the smirking woman before me. There is a menacing laugh, and then June bends closer, leering at me as if she has already won. "You're weak, Patricia. A rogue can't defeat someone like me." I absorb June's features, gaze deeply into her eyes. She is beautiful, but her lips are cruel. And she is strong. How do I beat her? I'm not as powerful as her. Then again, I've never let that stop me before. I never bowed down to my alpha regardless of Dior's authority, and I'm not about to let that change. I listen to no one—I'm a fighter who creates her path, and I will not surrender. I breathe in and out, letting fear overwhelm me yet not destroy me. Because being brave means being afraid but not allowing ourselves to b