Adrian POV This was not how I imagined things would go with Lindsey tonight. I thought it would be easy to make her fall for me since she's had a crush on me since we were little. At least, that's what Betty made me believe. But when I asked her to dance with me, she refused! I was taken aback by her aloofness, and then, to make the matter worse, my brother came out of nowhere and swooped her off her feet.What the actual fuck! "What's going on? Why are you making that face?" Betty giggled, irritating me even more. "Why are you asking me this? Did you not see what just happened?" I barked. Betty can be so oblivious sometimes. Betty pouted. "You don't have to snap at me! I was just asking. So what if she didn't want to dance with you? You will have more chances to talk to her." "I thought you said she liked me!" I hated to whine, but Lindsey hurt my ego by walking out with my brother. I couldn't let her do that to me. "She does! Just give her some time. Maybe being in that f
I felt electricity running through my veins, and my body heat rose as my lips touched his cheek. I felt a tingling sensation all over. My heart thumped against my chest. What was this strange feeling? "Are you okay?" Alvis tilted his brow as he stared at me intently. He must be wondering why I look so nervous. "F...fine," I stammered. "You don't look so fine. You look pale. Did kissing my cheek disgust you that much?" he joked. "What? No way. That's not it," I protested. I didn't want to tell him how my body reacted to his touch. It was too embarrassing. Alvis suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. He leaned down, and I shivered as his lips nearly touched my earlobe. "Are you lying to me, Lindsey?" he whispered. I stirred in his arms but didn't push him off. "I am not..." I choked on my words as the room was suddenly bright. I quickly pulled away from Alvis. "Ladies and gentlemen! I have an important announcement to make!" I turned to the man standing on a podium with
The next day, I prepared myself mentally to gather the courage to talk to Alvis. I knew he supported me, but would he agree to train me? What if he thought it was a waste of his time? I was well aware of my physique. He must look at me and think I am weak. I couldn't blame him since most people thought I was delicate and feminine. I kept to myself and avoided training with other werewolves in my pack, so this was going to be a big move for me. I took a deep breath and dialed his number. I didn't have a lot of time to waste. "Hello?" I stopped breathing for a moment as I heard his deep and husky voice on the other line. My heart started palpitating, and my ears felt like they were on fire. Dammit, Lindsey. Get it together," I scolded myself in my mind. "Who is calling? I can hear you breathing," Alvis barked. "It...it's me...Lindsey," I said timidly. "Lindsey? You are calling me? Is there something wrong?" he sounded worried. "I am fine. I was wondering if we could meet up toda
The next day, I dragged myself out of my bed to start my training with Alvis. I never understood people who liked to wake up before sunrise. How can they say goodbye to their bed so early in the morning? Besides, it was extra for me to wake up because I couldn't sleep last night. As soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamt about Adrian. No, it was not a dream, more like a terrible nightmare. In that deep state of sleep, I saw Adrian trying to murder me in my sleep. Have you ever watched yourself dying in your sleep? It's horrifying! Alvis was waiting for me at the same spot as yesterday, so I waved and smiled at him. "You were almost late," he grumbled. "Yes. I am really sorry. I swear I'm taking this very seriously," I let him know. "Good." We didn't speak to each other for a moment, so I looked down at the ground. I'd never spent time with Alvis before, so this felt...strange. I realised I knew nothing about Alvis. Who was he? What did he like? What kind of woman did he want as hi
I stopped once I finished running all the laps. Alvis looked at me and nodded in approval. "I'm impressed, Lindsey. I didn't think you could run this fast, but you've improved since day one. Great job." My heart swelled in pride. Maybe there was a light at the end of the tunnel after all. I may not win in this competition but I wouldn’t look like a weakling either. It has been two days since Alvis started training me, and I already felt like I was tired and beaten down. But I can't give up now. I had to keep going. "We are practicing archery today," Alvis announced once I met him at our usual spot. Archery? I was not new to it, but I had difficulties with it in the past. "You have to be precise at hitting your target. Those with higher points will be in the top five, so you must hit the bullseye as much as possible. How's your hand-eye coordination?" Alvis tilted his brow. "Terrible," I murmured. Alvis rolled his eyes. "Okay, I guess we have work cut out for us then. Don't wor
I stood there and stared at Alvis, not making a single movement. Did he really expect me to fight him? Or was he teasing me again? "You are joking, right?" I squealed. "No, I am not joking. Charge at me and then punch me," Alvis said. "But..." "Lindsey!" Alvis barked. "You are thinking too hard. You won't have time to think during the competition. You will be expected to fight. So act quick." Alvis paused, then took a step back from me. "Or would you rather everyone think you are weak and pathetic?" He raised his eyebrows. Anger flared inside me. What was he trying to say? I was not a quitter. Maybe I was weak and pathetic in my past life, but not this time. This wasn't the old Lindsey anymore. "I'm not weak," I said grimly. "Well then, if you're going to be fighting against other wolves, you might as well test your strength on the strongest there is," he said and gestured with his hands for me to come towards him. I bent my head to both sides and breathed in deeply. With my
On the day of the competition, I felt confident. I may not win at this, but I knew I wouldn't go down without a fight. I felt that I had changed a lot. I felt like I was worthy of being the daughter of an alpha and that I would not embarrass the Smollett family. Alvis came to see me right before the competition to wish me luck. "You look good, Lindsey. Are you ready for this?" He asked me. "I'm ready for this, Alvis. I've been waiting for this all week," I said, trying to make myself sound confident. "Don't think too hard. Stay confident and remember not to attack your opponent senselessly." Alvis took my hand in his. "You can do this, Lindsey." My eyes nearly teared up. It felt good to have someone who believed in me for once. Even my father and mother tried to discourage me last night. "Lindsey! So you are competing for real," Betty sounded surprised. "Yes. I said I would, didn't I?" I frowned. Was she trying to undermine me again? "I thought you weren't serious. There is no
Everything was going smoothly until something went wrong. During the archery competition, no one expected that an arrow would come flying at me. I dodged the arrow just in time, so it merely grazed my ear. "Oh my god, Lindsey. Are you okay?" Betty feigned concern. I touched the tip of my ear and felt warm blood. It hurt a little, but I was fine. I looked at the other packs, and my eyes met Alvis's. He had a panicked expression on his face. I smiled and nodded to let him know that I was okay. I looked around, trying to guess who shot the arrow, nearly missing the target and killing me instead. My eyes fell on a familiar face who didn't look too concerned. Instead, a small smile painted his lips. Owen Wilson. Did he throw the arrow at me instead of the target? But why? I suddenly remembered something. Owen always liked Betty and wanted to go out with her despite not having a mate bond. But Betty constantly rejected him. So what now? Was he trying to injure me to impress Betty?