BLAIR’S POVJaxon’s words echoed in my head, but I just stared at him like he had completely lost his mind. Did he really think I would consider this stupid offer? After everything I went through just to get him out of my life? That I would run back to him just because everyone was whispering about me again? Trying to turn my life into a nightmare?“Get out, Jaxon,” I said in a cold voice. I pointed toward the door, my eyes not leaving his face. “I’m not interested.” He tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. “You’re so damn stubborn,” he muttered, pushing himself off the doorframe and stepping closer. I immediately tensed, glancing around. No one was in the bathroom. It was just both of us and the hallway outside was empty. My heart pounded hard against my ribs. I hated the way he was looking at me, like I was something he could just take and looking back from time to time as if he was checking if anyone was watching.“Stay back,” I warned in a sharper voice, making my vo
BLAIR’S POVIt took less than thirty minutes for Robert, my mother, and Lara to arrive because the men had called them immediately. Meanwhile, the hallway outside my room was already crowded with people craning their necks to get a look inside. Whispers filled the air as everyone suddenly had an opinion. My entire body was trembling as I shook my head over and over. This couldn’t be happening. “I knew she did this.” Lara’s voice came and she was yelling at the top of her voice. She stepped forward, glaring at me and shaking her head in disdain.“I just can’t believe you would do something like this” she continued, acting like she was barely holding back tears. “Kade treated you like you were his own blood. He defended you everytime, yet you poisoned him?!”I felt too weak to defend myself at this point. I wished I could scream at her, to throw her fake tears back in her face, but my throat felt too tight to get any words out. I knew that she was just putting on a show. If anyone sh
BLAIR’S POVI woke up feeling worse than ever. Lying here in Robert’s estate made me feel like the world was againt me. My body ached from the tension of the past few days, and my head pounded with exhaustion. Sleep had been useless. I kept tossing and turning, haunted by Kade’s unconscious face and the horrifying accusations being thrown at me. I had no idea how he was doing, if he was awake or if he was still in a coma. And worst of all, most people thought I was guilty. With a sigh, I reached for my phone, intending to call Robert for get an update. I needed to know what was going on. I couldn’t just stay locked up in a mansion, doing nothing.The moment I unlocked the screen, my heart stopped. I’d received numerous notifications: some were tags from Instagram, messages and even missed calls. My stomach clenched. Who the hell were these people? And how did they get my number? I hesitated before opening my messages, already knowing it would be bad. Well, my gut was right becaus
BLAIR’S POVRobert wasn’t taking my calls. It had been days, and still, nothing. There has been no updates on Kade’s health and it was frustrating. I wasn’t expecting a detailed report, but I just wanted to know if Kade was awake. Was he getting better? I didn’t like the silence. It was worse than anything. It made fear settle deep in my bones. After pacing around for a couple minutes, I decided that I couldn’t stay in my room any longer. My hands shook as I shoved my phone under the pillow, and before I could stop myself, I was already walking down the hall. My worries led me to Kade’s room. I drew in a deep breath before turning the knob, but when the door creaked open, his scent hit my nostrils and I smiled weakly, glancing around the room.The room was painfully neat and everything was in place, almost like he had never truly lived in here. The bed was perfectly made and the desk was clear of any mess. It was so… Kade. My smile widened as I walked further inside the room.
BLAIR’S POVI shot up from my bed at the sound of my name, my head spinning from just opening my eyes. My vision was still blurry from sleep, but I managed to make out my mother standing in the doorway, her face filled with urgency. “What’s wrong?” I yawned as I sat up, rubbing my eyes."Kade just woke up," she said breathlessly. "What?" My heart nearly stopped before it took off at a full sprint. I threw the covers off my body and jumped to my feet, my hands shaking as I gripped the edge of the bed for balance. “How do you know?” I asked her."Robert just called," She continued, still holding her phone. "He's awake, Blair." A choked sob slipped past my lips as my hands clutched at my chest. He was awake. He didn’t die. Thank the goddess! I sighed, grateful for the news. I could finally breathe again. "I need to go to him, Mom," I said, rushing towards my closet, already scrambling for clothes. "Get dressed quickly. We’re leaving soon," my mother said, stepping out to give m
BLAIR’S POV“The day I was poisoned,” Kade began, taking a slow, deep breath, “I had an argument with Lara.” I turned to look at her. She had gone pale, her hands gripping the hem of her dress like she was holding on for dear life. This was just the beginning, I thought before returning my gaze to Kade.“I asked her to move out because the room was too small to accommodate us,” Kade continued. “She wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place.” His blue eyes pinned Lara in place but the disgust in them was unmistakable. “She stormed out in anger and after that, I was alone in the room with Blair.” He hesitated, then added, “I drank from her water bottle.” A cold chill ran through me as I remembered that moment too well. I was just about to take a sip before I got curious and decided to ask Kade some questions. I realized now that the small, insignificant moment had saved my life.I threw a hateful look at Lara, but she wasn’t looking at me. She cared more about how this was goi
KADE’S POVI leaned back against the stiff hospital pillows, and exhaled. The place reeked of antiseptic, like they scrubbed the walls down with chemicals strong enough to erase the scent of sickness but not the feeling of it. I hated it. Always had. Hospitals reminded me of things I didn’t want to think about—weakness, vulnerability, the way a person could be trapped in a place like this even when they didn’t want to be. I didn’t even know why I was still here. The doctors had cleared me. They said I was stable. So why the hell wouldn’t they let me leave? The door creaked open just as I was lost in thoughts and I glanced up to see my father stepping inside. His forehead looked wrinkled and despite the fact he was the lycan king, he still looked stressed over all of this. He stood at the door for a while, hesitating as his gaze swept across the room like he was expecting something to be out of place. Or maybe he was just stalling, searching for the right words. From the look on h
BLAIR’S POVAs we walked towards my room, I stole a glance at my mother and Robert, who were walking behind us at a slower pace, deep in their own conversation. It still felt unreal that Kade was here, walking beside me instead of lying in a hospital bed. I shook my head in disbelief, smiling. “I can’t believe you convinced them to let you leave,” I muttered, looking up at him. Kade smirked, his steps confident as if he hadn’t just been at death’s door days ago. “My father knows I’ve recovered. Staying there was a waste of time for both of us. And if there’s one thing he hates, it’s wasted time.” I let out a soft chuckle. “I’m just glad you got better so quickly.” He raised a brow, his smirk widening. “I’m Lycan, Blair. What did you expect?” Rolling my eyes, I threw a playful punch at his arm and he barely even flinched. He gave me a mocking look and I playfully rolled my eyes. As we drew closer to my room, I became aware of something strange. The hallway was buzzing with pe
BLAIR’S POV Kade’s jaw clenched hard and I could feel the war waging inside him. His instinct to protect me was louder than any logic. But he also knew the kind of shit storm we’d be dragging ourselves into if he got in the way. Besides, I knew I was innocent and he knew that too. So after a long, burning second, he gave a stiff nod. He didn’t say anything, just let his hand fall from my hand. I gave him a small smile and followed the officers out of the dining hall, keeping my head high. Everyone watched with wide eyes and the whispers only grew wider, like I was already wearing the stain of guilt. The men led me into an office that smelled like old paper and something faintly acidic. I was taken to the drug investigation officer who was a bulky man with a sour face. He motioned for me to raise my arms and I did. Wordlessly, he and another woman searched me thoroughly but not invasively, probably disappointed they didn’t find pills sewn into my bra strap or something. Then
Blair’s POV I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. So this was Mrs Priscilla’s grand plan? A psychologist? When she said we would be working with delinquents, I thought we would suffer through punishments. I definitely did not expect to sit through a therapy session. Community service, they said. Not group therapy. I didn’t sign up for this nonsense. And yet, here I was, perched awkwardly on a hard chair while the psychologist with her tightly pinned hair and gentle, annoying smile tried to pick apart my brain. What did they even expect to achieve with this? Make us hold hands with delinquents and sing songs about teamwork? Did Mrs Priscilla really think I would open up about myself? And even if I did, what next? Lock us up with criminals? “Tell me, Blair,” the psychologist cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. I’d been expertly avoiding her gaze, like maybe if I ignored her long enough, she’d give up. I didn’t get such luck as she went on with her question. “How
BLAIR’S POV Harper didn’t answer right away. She looked down, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her dress, pulling at a loose thread, perhaps buying herself time. Then she shrugged. “I was never jealous of you when you started dating Jaxon, Blair.” she started and I scoffed. “Is that so?” “I was actually happy for you,” she said in her own defense. “You were my friend and I never looked at Jaxon in a romantic way or anything like that until he started texting me.” “Hmm,” I mumbled, crossing my arms. “So he made the first move, huh?” “You were the one who gave him my number,” she said, her voice rising. “That was because you were my best friend!” I shot back, matching her tone. “Fine, I was naive but you knew exactly what you were doing when you fucked him.” She shook her head like I got it all wrong and I decided to stay quiet so that she would explain. “Jaxon texted me first,” she repeated in a quiet voice. “It was just friendly at first. Until he began flirting with
BLAIR’S POV The screech of the door opening was the first thing I heard from my sleep, followed immediately by that painfully familiar voice that irritated me, coming through the quiet like a trumpet. “Get up, all of you!” I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow, but it was useless. I was starting to believe that Mrs. Priscilla’s voice could wake the dead. I forced my eyes open and there she was, towering by the door like a villain straight out of a bad dream. I squinted at the still-dark sky outside the window. The sun wasn’t even out yet. Couldn’t the moon goddess strike this woman with a temporary cold or something? Just long enough for us to get a full night’s sleep? “If your back is still on the bed in the next thirty seconds, you’ll be assigned more responsibilities today,” she snapped and I groaned loudly, pushing myself up. “We’re going hiking,” she announced with way too much energy for someone who clearly fed off our misery. “You’ve got twenty minutes to
BLAIR’S POV I tugged my jacket tighter around me, hating how the cold wind kept sneaking past the fabric like it was on a personal mission to freeze my bones. Winter wasn’t here yet, but it sure as hell was announcing itself like an unwanted guest. I blew air into my palms for warmth, glancing at my phone. It was already two minutes past eight. Seriously? Mrs Priscilla had barked at us about being here at eight sharp. Where was she now? “This is all your fault, Blair,” Harper snapped and I turned to her. Her arms were crossed like a spoiled brat who’d just been told no for the first time in her life. “We wouldn’t be here freezing if it wasn’t for you.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Of course, she’d find a way to twist this around. God forbid Harper takes any responsibility for her miserable life. Apart from freezing my ass off, being dragged away from the comfort of my room, my warm bed, and decent food, forced to spend two hellish weeks around criminals… yeah, the ch
BLAIR’S POV I tugged my jacket tighter around me, hating how the cold wind kept sneaking past the fabric like it was on a personal mission to freeze my bones. Winter wasn’t here yet, but it sure as hell was announcing itself like an unwanted guest. I blew air into my palms for warmth, glancing at my phone. It was already two minutes past eight. Seriously? Mrs Priscilla had barked at us about being here at eight sharp. Where was she now? “This is all your fault, Blair,” Harper snapped and I turned to her. Her arms were crossed like a spoiled brat who’d just been told no for the first time in her life. “We wouldn’t be here freezing if it wasn’t for you.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Of course, she’d find a way to twist this around. God forbid Harper takes any responsibility for her miserable life. Apart from freezing my ass off, being dragged away from the comfort of my room, my warm bed, and decent food, forced to spend two hellish weeks around criminals… yeah, the ch
BLAIR’S POV I scratched my nails into the skin of my palms as I waited. I had named Sherry as Harper’s accomplice and now, we were waiting for her to be brought here. The door opened and Sherry was marched inside, her eyes darting around like she already knew she was in trouble. My heart thudded so hard against my ribs, but I managed to keep my face cold. I had to pull this off. I just had to. Across the room, Harper shifted in her seat. She was trying too hard to look calm, but her body betrayed her. She kept trying to make eye contact with Sherry but I caught her gaze and didn’t bother hiding my glare. I hoped she was smart enough to realize her little plan had exploded right in her face. The leader turned to me. “Alright. Over to you, Blair. You asked for Sherry to be brought in. Well, here she is.” I nodded and then got on my feet. I felt the eyes in the room hook on me, but I only looked at Sherry. “I asked for Sherry,” I started in a clear voice, “Because she’s the one
Chapter 91Blair’s POVThe car barely rolled to a stop when we got to school before the driver turned to us, his tone unusually stiff. “Your father asked me to take you both straight to the administrative wing. He’s expecting you both in the dean’s office.”My brows pulled together. “Now?”He nodded, and I glanced at Kade. His brows lifted, and we shared a look. This could not be good.We were just getting out of a roller coaster ride and I was already bracing myself for the storm from Robert and my mom. I could already imagine the raised voices, long-winded lectures, the kind of dressing-down reserved for kids who didn’t know any better. I wasn’t in the mood to be treated like some clueless teenager who had stumbled into trouble. Not after everything. But we couldn’t refuse.When we got to the administrative building, we stepped out of the car and I let out a sharp breath. My skin was already prickling with tension but Kade took my hand in his and held it tightly.“We’ll be fine,” h
Blair’s POVAfter leaving the drug enforcement office, I decided to visit Beth at the clinic inside the detention center. Being at a hospital reminded me of the time when Kade was unconscious and hospitalized due to poisoning. Walking down hallways while trying to locate Beth’s ward, I remembered how disoriented I was at the time. After he recovered, I prayed to never have to visit a hospital again. Well, here I was. Finally finding the ward, I walked over to Beth’s bedside, barely breathing myself. I looked around, taking in the soft hiss of the machines connected to her. I also took note of the slow rising and falling of her chest. She looked so small tucked under the hospital sheets and I wiped at my cheeks roughly, furious that I was crying again.“You’re a good girl,” I whispered, running a finger over her smooth cheek. “The only good thing about this place.”I swallowed the lump in my throat. Beth had dreams—big ones which she told me about. She wanted out of the detention c