LOGINGlinda POV
“Ethan what are you doing? Y-you know I have work to do…” I muttered, feeling very concerned and confused by his sudden action. He didn't say a word though, and just kept pulling me through the hallway, muttering words I couldn't make out. He seemed angry and hurt. We arrived at his room and he slammed the door immediately. “W-why am I here?” I asked again, my eyes everywhere else but Ethan. I was still embarrassed about what happened at school. I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes. His room was great, though, very different from Kavrian’s dark vibe room, where black walls, dim lighting, and crimson decoration made everything feel heavy and intimidating. His own space felt warmer and brighter, but for some strange reason, I had felt safer in Kavrian's. At that moment, I was so embarrassed and overwhelmed that it didn't occur to me that I had entered both brothers' rooms for the first time on the same day. Although different, they both didn't like the omegas going to their room and had made sure everyone, including me, stayed away. “What is with that kiss with Kavrian, Glinda?” Ethan finally asked, after a long torturous moment of silence and just staring at me as if he was trying to dig into my soul. “Did he force you to do it?” His tone was calm . I didn't say a word. I just stood there, my head on the floor but I could feel my face turning red. My breath hitched when he stepped closer. His thumb brushed against my chin, tilting my face up until I was forced to look at him. There it was again…that look. The same one he used to give me sometimes. The one that always made me stupid enough to believe he might have liked me too. I quickly looked away and took a step back from him as the memories of what he did and said to me in school flashed right in front of me. I was being foolish again. Ethan never felt anything for me. And he never would. “No. Kavrian didn't force me.” My tone was flat. “And about the letter,” I managed to look at him. “I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again.” I tried to leave but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. “Ouch. Ethan, you’re hurting me,” I said sharply, wincing as I tried to pull my arm away. The moment the words left my mouth, his grip loosened instantly, like he hadn’t even realized how tightly he was holding me. I watched as he paced around the room in frustration, muttering words I couldn't make out. His chest was rising and falling as he kept raking his fingers through his hair. Honestly, why was he so angry? He finally turned to me. He was a mess. I didn't even notice it earlier. “Look,” he said quietly, “I get that the letter embarrassed you, but you didn’t have to let Kavrian use you. He can't possibly like you. You're… “What? A mere omega? A leech feeding on your father's wealth? A wolfless mutt?” “Glinda…” His voice softened. “No, you're right. I am worthless, so there's no need to feel sorry for me suddenly,” My voice cracked with pain, but I managed to keep a composed expression. I didn't want to look entirely pathetic in front of Ethan. “But you know what, Kavrian saw past all of that.” Oh no. What am I saying? “Kavrian doesn't care about my background.” Shit! Stop it now Glinda! “He did not force me to kiss him. In fact, I initiated it and we both liked it.” Ethan's jaw dropped. He looked shocked. Heck, I could have stopped now, but I kept going. I just wanted to prove a point. I subconsciously wanted to make Ethan jealous even though I knew that he did not care about me, but I could not stop. The words kept coming out of my mouth as if I were being controlled. “Yes, I had initiated the kiss because I was desperate, but it was nothing like that for Kavrian. He liked it.” “My kiss awakened feelings he had buried for a long time, feelings he once disguised as hate. After that, he asked me out. He didn’t care about my background…he only knew that he loved me. So no, the kiss wasn’t forced, and yes, we’re dating.” Goodness, what just happened to me? I didn't even know I could lie like this? Okay, maybe it was partly a lie, but it didn’t change the fact that I had exaggerated the whole thing way too much. Ethan frowned. “That's bullshit. Kavrian is not capable of loving someone.” “Maybe, I am an exception.” Ethan's frown deepened and I noticed how his jaw clenched, but that didn't last for too long as his features softened. He came closer, but this time I didn't move back. “I don't know what happened between you and Kavrian in less than twenty-four hours after his return, but what I do know is that Kavrian is a madman, he is not someone you can love, he is a beast and he will end up ruining you.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, giving me that look again. “I still don't believe it's true Glinda, but if it is, then you must break up with Kavrian. You have to.” His words…I may have been stupid to think Ethan would love me too, but nothing on earth would make me mistake the pain I heard in his voice. Could it be? Did it work? Did I just make Ethan jealous? Could it be that he actually cared about me? Is this a sign to go on with Kavrian’s deal? “W-why? Why do you care if I am with your brother?” My voice came out so low, the toughness I showed earlier had disappeared. My heart was racing. Feeling exposed and vulnerable at the same time, I found myself asking. “Ethan, I know this is sudden. B-but, can I ever be someone you can love? D-do I have the potential to make you love me?” Pathetic. My words sounded too pathetic even to my own ears, but Ethan was my first love and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting even a small chance with him, even if it made me look stupid. Nonetheless, my words caused the magic in his eyes to disappear and he took several steps back. “No,” He uttered, and that hurt like hell. His simple reply was more hurtful than what he said to me at school, and I knew it was because I had let myself believe again, even for a moment, that I meant more to him than I actually did. “Glinda, I…” I thought I saw hurt in his eyes, but that disappeared faster than it appeared as it got replaced with anger. It was as if he suddenly remembered who I was. “Glinda, even if you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn't love you. I just can't see myself loving a wolfless thing.” He turned his back on me. “Forget about what I said about Kavrian. Date him all you want, but know that he'll end up hurting you.” Saying this, he walked out of the room. He didn't even spare me a glance. He just left me there, broken and ashamed. *** The rest of the day went by in a blur and although I couldn't sleep at night, I managed to get enough rest and woke up very early for school. I wanted to go to school early, before the boys arrived and before the first period started as I didn’t want to face the kids at school. I had no idea that going early to school would be the worst mistake I ever made. A trap was right there waiting for me.Glinda POVThe morning light came soft through the half-drawn curtains, gold and forgiving, the kind that made the previous night feel both distant and still warm under the skin. I woke first, cheek pressed to Ethan’s uninjured shoulder, the diamond studs cool against my lobe when I shifted. His breathing was even. The claw-mark ridges under my palm were only memory now, smooth enough that I could almost pretend the violence had never happened. Almost.We stayed like that for a long time. No rush. No lectures calling. The university schedule sat on the nightstand like an accusation neither of us wanted to answer. When he finally opened his eyes the gold at the edges caught the light the same way it had in the car the night before.“Skip,” I said.He didn’t ask what. He only nodded, thumb tracing the line of my hip under the sheet. “Beach house. The one my uncle never uses this time of year.”That was how it started. No grand declaration. Just the quiet decision to steal a day, then a
Glinda POVEthan drove us back to his place without asking if that was where I wanted to go. I didn’t correct him. The black SUV hummed under us, the same vehicle that still felt too new, the same one he had given me the keys to on a birthday that now felt both recent and impossibly far away. When he parked and killed the engine the quiet settled heavy. Neither of us reached for the door right away.“I’m still scared,” I said into the dark.“I know.”“Of your father. Of the stranger. Of what Ronnie will do if you ever slip. Of what I might do if I keep choosing this.”He turned in the seat. The gold at the edges of his eyes caught the streetlight. “I’m scared too. Every day. But I’m still here if you are.”I got out first. He followed. Inside the house the new couch and the sealed floorboards still carried the ghost of blood and violence, but the air smelled only of the lemon cleaner he used and the faint spice of the takeout we had left unfinished days ago. He locked the door. I set
Glinda POVI told him the next evening.We were at his place again, the new couch still stiff under us, takeout containers open on the low table, the television muted on some documentary neither of us was watching. I had spent the day in lectures that felt farther away than usual, the poetry lines sliding off my attention while Ronnie’s voice kept replaying in my head. The disappointment. The quiet certainty that things like this always broke. The way she had looked at me like I was choosing the wrong kind of damage.Ethan sat with one arm along the back of the couch, not quite touching me, the way he still did when he wasn’t sure of the distance. I set my fork down and told him everything. The coffee I had brought. The blanket she had handed me. The way I started with the dinners and the nights and the theater, leaving out the exact shape of his mouth between my legs but not the fact that something had shifted. Then the rest…the blood, the claws, the blade, the ultimatum, the warni
Glinda POV “I’m not going anywhere tonight,” I said, the words quieter than I meant them to be. “You can sleep.”He didn’t answer right away. His fingers stayed laced with mine under the covers, the scrape of his calluses familiar now against my skin. He closed his eyes first and I watched the lines around them ease, the gold ring that sometimes showed when his control slipped fading back into ordinary brown. His breathing deepened slowly. I stayed awake a little longer, listening to the steady rhythm of it, counting the places on his torso where the bruises had gone from purple to yellow to almost nothing. The claw marks were only pale ridges now. The stab wound had closed clean. Two weeks had done that. Two weeks of dinners and careful nights and the word dating still tasting strange every time one of us said it out loud.Sleep took me eventually. When I woke the light through the curtains was soft gray, early enough that the city outside still sounded half-asleep. Ethan was alre
Glinda POVTwo weeks later the blood was gone from the floorboards, the couch had been replaced, and the claw marks on Ethan’s ribs had faded to pale pink lines he still covered with soft cotton shirts.The one-month ultimatum from his father sat like a stone at the edge of every quiet moment, but somehow the days between had softened around it. We had started calling it dating, careful, deliberate, the word still new enough that it felt strange on my tongue. He picked me up for dinner three times. I stayed the night twice, always on my side of the bed until sleep pulled us closer. We talked about ordinary things: the new job I was considering, the way the city smelled after rain, the ridiculous number of books he kept stacked on the floor of the guest room. We did not talk about the hooded figure or the blade or the territory waiting for him. Not yet.He had chosen the theater on purpose…the luxurious one with the gold floors and the balcony seats that no one ever used after nine.
Glinda POVWhen Ethan called me I rushed to his house.The line had been bad, his voice rough, broken on the single plea of “P-please come”…and then it cut out. I didn’t think and just grabbed my keys, the new ones that still felt strange in my hand, and drove the black SUV the short distance with my heart hammering hard enough to hurt. I pushed the door open the moment I arrived, and the smell hit me first, blood, sweat, the sharp copper edge of violence, and underneath it something wilder, like wet earth and pine after a storm. The living room looked like a fight had torn through it—furniture splintered, a dark smear on the floorboards, the couch shoved half out of place. Ethan sat on the edge of the ruined couch, shirtless, a gauze pad taped high on the left side of his ribs, another over a cut above his eye. Bruises were already blooming across his chest and shoulder. His lip was split. When he looked up, his eyes were too bright, too raw.“Glinda.” My name came out like it co
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Glinda's POVFor the first time ever, I walked through school without being bullied. Everyone kept their distance, watching me as I left. Maybe Kevrian’s offer wasn’t so bad. Dating the Alpha Heir could mean peace…no one would dare touch me, except maybe Cressida, the Beta’s daughter. But even th
Kaivrian’s POVAfter sealing my request with a kiss on her cheek, I left the abandoned classroom in hopes that Glinda would accept my proposal soon. She had to. I made my way to the private parking lot where I packed my Kawasaki Ninja H2 black bike. As I drove, I couldn't stop thinking about Glin







