Marked by the Heir Alpha

I almost freaked out after realizing the whiteboard ceiling with a mini chandelier wasn't there anymore. Instead, I was staring right back at the ceiling of my room with nothing but a bulb atop. In haste, I was off the bed, looking around in an apprehensive state. At the same time, I was trying to figure out what in the world was going on because it was clear to me that something was not right. I shouldn't be in my room. If my foggy memory serves me right, I should be somewhere else. Somewhere totally different from here. I look down at the clothes I have on and it wasn't the usual different collection of PJs that I would normally wear before going to bed. Seeing myself in a tiny strapped top and jean pants added more to my stressed mind. If I was in such clothes, then I definitely shouldn't be in my room. But I just can't seem to place my hands on how I got back here in the first place. My eyes finally land on something that would not appropriately be found in here — A pink stic

JAX: "What's on your mind?" Manuel, whom I would necessarily call my closest ally, asks from behind where I stood. Looking down into the city from the top of my building gave me a kind of peace that I never thought I would have after having a restless night. A close look at my face and one would be able to tell that I have bags under my eyes. I take in a deep breath, shutting my eyes close. Relief flooded through me before I open them to stare back into the activities of the city going down below. How much depth I could cover didn't matter because it was almost like I could see it all. "A lot," I respond to Manuel's inquiry. "Is this still about last night? I thought we both agreed on the fact that it was just you loosening up for the first time in a long time," "I know we did," I say, "but I can't help but think I didn't do things right." Manuel wastes no time in countering, "It was nothing out of the ordinary. I'll call it a random thing with a girl you'll never get to see ag

ROZETA:Lauryn was right: I do not listen.She has mentioned that to me a lot and I have just realized how true it is today. Because if it wasn't, I wouldn't be out here on the street after I was sternly warned to be on bed rest for the rest of the week.It hasn't even been more than two days since the domestic accident I had. Two days since what I still can't explain regarding the bite I found on my neck.Right before I was discharged yesterday, the doctor instructed me not to overwork myself as my brain wouldn't be able to handle the pressure after the impact made on it two days ago. And just so she could see that I adhered to the doctor's instruction, Lauryn forced me to call in sick at work.I did promise her that I was going to stay in all day but a few hours after she left, I am out in the open, finding a way to get my body on the move.The problem didn't come from being sick of staying in all day. It came from me being hyperactive since I opened my eyes this morning.I don't kn

JAX:I still have no clue what Wade meant when he said there was something that could bring me down. But the uneasiness that came with thinking about it made me have a rough ride on my way to my company.There was no chance that he already found out about the mistake I made. I'm particularly sure I haven't felt the new bond that comes with having a new member of the pack so this means nothing has changed yet.Still, I wanted to know if he was looking into me...Wade and I have never been on clear grounds ever since we both found out about the tendency of one of us to be the next Alpha. Because like me, he also wanted the taste of power and that wouldn't be possible if another was preventing the other from getting it.It was like a whole new stress on its own thinking about the rivalry between me and my brother. If I had a choice, I would sure be seeking a way to kill it off.So many times the thought of calling it quits has crossed my mind. The only reason I'm still in the race is tha

ROZETA:I wasn't too sure about resuming back to work. Not like the break I took wasn't enough. But with the way I was feeling after the two last two incidents, I think I was bound to be in this position.After I was discharged from the hospital for yet the second time in the space of a week, I resorted to reflecting on myself. I didn't want to believe I was going through a change I couldn't control. Especially when it was something that could make others see me as a maniac of some sort.My self-reflection led me to discover that the change I was going through was just a one-time thing. Perhaps it didn't even occur at all because I had been dizzy during that time frame that I thought I heard someone's thoughts.How would it even be possible to hear the thoughts of someone else? That was the key question I had asked myself during my time alone last week. Lauryn made it clear to me that I was just suffering from a concussion and I just had to agree at the end of the day that it was what