"Leftovers, that's what you are! Get that through your thin-molded skull," Higan’s voice was gruff and serrated as his words gutted me open.My gloves had frozen solid from my nerves exploding, I couldn't even try to defend myself with them in the way. I desperately wanted to freeze his hands off, to get him off me but I was stuck tight between his hold.His grip on my arms was anything but gentle as his fingers pressed deep enough to bruise and it did. My skin stung under the fabric of my sweater. I winced out loud, grimacing from the growing pain.I tried to find my voice, to tell him off but my words fell apart on my tongue. It lacked the spine I wanted to display.Yet, a strange form of violence was brewing in my blood. I recognized the rage. It was my wolf's. She was pushing for control, she wanted to fight.As much as I'd love to let her, I was at the mercy of his pack grounds. He was still the alpha and I could get killed even if it was self-defense.I was helpless. The realiza
“Pray tell mutt,” Ethan spoke in a measured resonant growl, stopping right in front of Higan. “Why shouldn't I end your misfortune-stricken life right now?“Higan’s shoulders twitched, his fingers flexing like he was considering something reckless. Then the groans got louder. I frowned, darting my gaze toward the source of the sound.I couldn't feel it myself but I knew somehow. Perhaps from the way my body hummed, or from the growing urge to touch Ethan, I knew. It was another pulse of authority.Higan’s breath hitched, and I watched, stunned, enthralled, terrified, as the weight of Ethan’s presence pressed him lower. I sucked in a shallow breath, my gaze darting from one to the other.“That's your defense? More thoughtless recklessness?“ Ethan mocked.I couldn't see the face he was making, all I could see was his back and his head tilted down as he looked down on Higan.The moment stretched, a battle of will and submission, but there was never a real fight. Higan never had a chance.
“I understand you're mad right now but you don't have to yell to communicate Ethan,” I stepped back, turning my gaze away as I folded my arms against my chest.The wind had picked up so the cold bit through my sleeves, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t move, not with the way Ethan was looking at me.“Oh so you do know how to stand up for yourself,” he jabbed in a calmer tone, but it did nothing to soften the impact of his words.My breath caught softly in my lungs. “Surely you're not insinuating that It's so easy to do so with,” I paused,” him.““Why not?“ He bit back, squinting his eyes.I couldn't answer so I chewed on my lip looking down at the road beneath my boots. The knot in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. My chest heaved slightly and my breaths came out in visible puffs. My nerves were frazzled and my body was colder. It was getting hard to think of anything to say.“Because he's your mate?“ He pressed on, spitting the word ‘mate’ like sand in his mouth.A heavy feel
“I can't,” he retorted, tapping a button I guessed was to switch on the heat. I guessed so because my seat suddenly felt warmer.I leaned into the leather chair, letting the tension roll off my back.“So you say yet you can pinpoint my feelings to a thought,” I hummed out a sigh pressing my head against the window.He flexed his grip on the steering wheel. I wasn’t sure why I watched but his hands were awfully tight with tension. “It just comes naturally because we're —” he paused and for a minute, silence haunted us.“Connected,” I say absentmindedly. The word slipped from my mouth, soft and uncertain.“I wouldn't say, connected,” Ethan quickly responded as he drove. I turned to study his profile, the set of his jaw, the muscle ticking in his cheek.“Why not?“ My voice was quieter now, hesitant.A loud heartbeat passed. Then another and finally, after the third heartbeat, he glanced at me. “You're awfully good at keeping your distance, it’s hard to feel connected with you.“I didn't w
“Of all the times a snowstorm could hit,” I grumbled shakily to myself, my teeth chattering as another shiver wracked my body.“It doesn't really respect schedules,” Ethan remarked playfully.I only hummed In response, holding my body tighter hoping some warmth would flourish within me. Nothing happened. Wasn't this the perfect moment for any other of my powers to come alive? Hopefully, one that could stop me from freezing.“you're cold,” Ethan pointed out and I shot him a look, quirking an eyebrow.“Oh really? How'd you come by such a guess?“ I bit back, slightly annoyed.Ethan's gaze flickered to me, sharp and assessing. He ignored my sarcasm. “It's abnormal.”Would he stop staring? I scooted further into my seat, curling my lip in distaste. Something about the situation was prickling my nerves with irritation. “I noticed,” I said with my jaw clenched.“Do you think it's a Melbringer —” he began but I wasn't up for any sessions of speculation.“I can't think right now, Ethan. There
“This would be the perfect moment to whip out those blankets,” I shivered from the frigid air biting my skin. I was left in just my undershirt and tights and the thin materials were offering little protection against the creeping cold.Ethan didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached for a thick pile of blankets on the rear parcel shelf. I didn’t notice they were there, neatly folded in one spot.He loosened a black fuzzy one from its fold and draped it around my shoulders. The momentary closing of the space between us left me flustered. For a minute, he was too close and then he was not.The car was quiet, save for the howling wind outside and the rustling of the blankets. I pulled mine tighter around me, trying not to look at him. It was hard not to give the way his arms flexed as he settled a blanket around himself and the slow, controlled breaths he took as he moved.He was a sight, buried under the darkness of his dead car, buried under the snow, he was still quite a sight. A beaut
“I’ve never had a mate.” Ethan began. My breath caught softly in my throat. A frown tugged at my brows. I raised my head slightly, just enough to see his expression. His eyes were hazed and seemingly distant. “Really?” I whispered. He leaned his head back against the seat, staring far ahead into nowhere in Particular. “Not in the way you have.” His lips twisted slightly. “The bond is supposed to be put in place way before we meet the one meant for us, right? That’s how it works for most wolves.” I nodded slowly. “Yeah pretty much.“ He hummed. “But, I was born without the bond.” I blinked. “What do you mean? I thought everyone had a mate.“ Ethan shrugged. “Being an Original is a lot of things. Strength. Longevity. Power beyond what most Alphas can comprehend. But it also means, "Solitude.” He trailed off, exhaling through his nose. “It means I’ve spent years, decades, without that connection.“ The reality of his words sank in. Decades? I knew Originals aged differently,
He finally looked me in the eye. “I still do,” he softly admitted, sitting up to straighten his back as he faced me once again.I couldn't help it, staring at his lips. He was suddenly so close for me to consider touching them honestly. The breath I let out was shaky. My insides tingle.What was I to do with this? With him. With the way he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding. Wasn’t taking. I reached to touch his face, gently caressing his cheek. He leaned into my touch and the air crackled between us.For so long, I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to say the kiss in that study was a mistake or it wasn’t supposed to happen. I would have believed it, after all, he was under some odd influence from my authority.But instead, he was waiting. He was giving me the choice and waiting for me to take it. Meanwhile, I was being so foolish getting caught up in my head with the idea that he didn't want me. Bond or not, Influence or not, Ethan wanted me.I smiled at him, my hear
The morning light spilled into the halls of Springville High like it didn’t know any better. As though nothing had happened. As though the world hadn’t shifted beneath my feet under the glare of firelight and applause.Except it did. But I was still standing.The halls buzzed with that first-day-back tension—new boots squeaking against the waxed floors, lockers slamming too hard, too loud, laughter sharp and half-nervous. Everyone was trying to act like they weren’t wondering who had changed over break.I had. And not in ways I was necessarily happy about.Khalid and Abigail flanked me like shadow and flame as we moved past the entrance. Abigail carried her silence like a protective knife in her pocket. Khalid carried his like a banner of passive-aggression, barely speaking to me still.I’d long told myself to not be bothered by it.“First bell rings in five,” Abigail said, glancing at her phone. “Ethan will be with you first and third period, we’ll meet at the second and Khalid is at
“The barrier,” Ethan answered before either of them could. “Between here and… some other side where Melbringers reach for immense power.““Usually used when they're trying to commit massacres,” Khalid scoffed out, his shoulders squared defensively.My stomach turned. “I didn’t mean to.”“But you did do something,” Khalid said, voice lower. “Because what? Someone pissed you off again?“ He bit harshly, glaring at me.I flinched, his words sharper than they needed to be. My chest ached, my ears rang, and I felt Ethan step closer like a shield I hadn’t asked for but suddenly needed.Why was he being like that? I didn't mean to. All I knew was that I was angry, more than angry and I had every right to be angry given what I saw.“She didn’t do anything—” Tyler began, but Khalid cut across him with the heat of a snapping blade.“She did enough. She nearly destabilized a veil. You all know what that means. She opened something ancient and violent just because.”“Khalid,” Ethan growled a dange
The fire towers glowed brighter, crackling behind us. Laughter and footsteps surrounded us with the kind of joy people tried to bottle into New Year’s Eve like it was a perfume they could wear into January.I was delighted to an extent, enjoying swaying to the music with Ethan but my gaze kept darting sideways, past his shoulder.Why? Higan. He was still watching, still standing under the same flickering lamplight, but in a twisted way that made my stomach turn, he seemed a little closer.He hadn’t moved since we last made eye contact, but somehow the space between us felt thinner. Like the crowd could part at any moment and he’d be there, right in front of me staring me down with that same contemptuous look in his eyes.Ethan noticed my tension. “He's really riling you up.”I bit my bottom lip. Ethan could feel my emotions stirring. So I really hoped he wouldn't misunderstand what they meant. I just couldn't shake the sensation of Higan’s gaze crawling along my skin.“I'm sorry,” I w
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked, a hint of hesitation playing in his tone.I tilted my head. “Gone to a town party?“He shook his head slightly. “Dressed up. Gone out with someone.”My throat tightened. Not because I didn’t have an answer, but because I did. “No,” I said honestly. “Not really.”“From moving around a lot with my parents and settling here only to be rejected and forced to stay, I couldn't really find time to dress up and go out with anyone,” I went on doing my best to keep my tone light. I didn't want to sound pitiful.Ethan didn’t say anything right away. His thumb moved over my knuckles slowly, steady.“It’s not just a party,” he said eventually. “It’s the way people watch each other. The way they pretend their new year means something new when half of them are still dragging their old regrets behind them like a second shadow.”My brows knitted softly as I tried to understand what he meant. “Poetic,” I quipped.He turned slightly toward me, his expression s
“Here, this should do,” Abigail strutted into my bedroom with clacking heels, holding up a charcoal sleeveless drop-waist dress on a hanger.She was already dressed, of course, donned in a simple tailored maroon dress that sharpened her silhouette. Her raven black hair was swept into an elegant braid and adorned with white-jade clips.I was still barefoot in front of the mirror, hair curled and pinned halfway up, mascara wand in hand, and blinking at my own reflection like I didn’t quite recognize it.The room smelled faintly of my rose toner, flat iron smoke, and the lingering pomegranate scent from the lotion I borrowed from my mom. My nerves were a separate scent, sharp and cloying, like metal and something gone sour.I stared at the dress she brought like it had teeth. “You do realize it’s winter, right?”Abigail hummed resonantly and dropped it on the bed with a careful flourish. “I'm aware but you'll live,” she asserted, turning away.I reached for the fabric on my bed, caressin
I did. Once. Then again, till the air felt right in my lungs once more. My hand had stopped its throbbing but my heart was still plagued. The dark pull at my sanity loosened, inch by inch, fading like the most huffing out my mouth as I gasped. My wolf still hovered, tense and angry, but no longer foaming in the mouth. It was only after my body stopped trembling did Abigail let me go. She stared at me like she was trying to gauge if I was still in there. “That wasn’t just your wolf,” she said quietly. “Something else was pushing through.” I nodded. I couldn’t lie. Not about this. “The doppelganger in my dreams,” I muttered, pressing my fingers to my temples. “Me?” I corrected, confused about how exactly to address her. She was a part of me after all. No. She was me. “I wanted to kill her,” I confessed, hanging my head low as I held my chest. That was the ugly truth. My desires were mine, they were not separate from myself but somehow they managed to exist as an entity outside
Snickers trickled from some groups like a leaky faucet. The spectators around us perked up with thinly veiled curiosity, whispering behind their coffee mugs.“I told you it was her, she just looks different.““... thought she died in the attack.““... returning is so brave.““That's cruel, she's already an omega.“The chattering was incessant. My panic grew. I hadn't lived through any of these humiliating episodes in the months I'd been gone yet one encounter with Tess and I was here all over again. The subject of ridicule.My jaw clenched as I stared down at my thighs, my eyes shimmered with tears of frustration. I felt it. Those old stings behind my ribs, right under my lungs, right at my heart. The bruises pressed too many times.My hands curled around the rim of my mug, fingers tingling with desperation to do something. Why didn't she just leave? Why did she have to do this here?“You really should’ve stayed wherever you disappeared to,” Tess cooed. “But I guess trash always finds
I almost laughed. Almost. Because despite the comical manner in which she said it, there was some truth to it. I would have graver things to worry about. With that in mind, I shouldn't think so much about it.So in the meantime, I settled for enjoying my coffee in my favorite coffee shop like a normal teenager. With the way things were headed, I wouldn't be getting more of those moments anymore.The entrance bell above the door chimed sharply and my gaze darted to the spot out of habit. A gust of wind swept in with it, slicing the warm cinnamon air in two.And just like that, the atmosphere cracked open. Tessandra Harris. She struted in casually, wearing her pride boldly. With her usual entourage of seasonal clones in short skirts, cashmere, tights and jackets, she cut through the shop with her presence.Her gaze sliced the room like a blade looking for someone to gut while her lips were in that perfectly upturned grin that confessed to a false kindness I'd yet to witness.And then, a
Mug shots was one of the few open shops I usually visited when I could. It was smaller with less traction than the popular coffee shop at Town Central. However, it seemed like that had changed. It was peculiarly filled up.As I stepped in, I'm greeted with a wave of cinnamon warmth and curious glances. A glaring contrast from the silence and the occasional texting notifications of the bored barista.The frequently steady hiss of steamed milk and the low murmur of conversations weaving into the hum of Christmas Jazz was not the setting I pictured having a conversation with Becca.But then again, my plans to interrogate her had long been soiled by Abigail's presence.“Quite the hotspot,” said Abigail herself as she swept her gaze through the coffee shop. Many looked away as they met her eyes. Some, albeit dumb boys, threw a few suggestive glances.I tried not to shudder given I'd recognized them from school. “Oddly enough,” I breathe out.“Here,” I blurted, stepping forward to lead. I h