LOGINNalini
"Does it hurt?" Sara, my godmother asked as she applied a herbal ointment on my wounds. "It doesn't" I replied, smiling. I knew she was being extra careful with it but honestly, it didn't hurt. "Are you sure?" She asked and I nodded my reply. "You need to stop crossing Selene" she said. "I don't like whenever you get punished by her. Tell me, why didn't you return by exactly 3.30 pm?" Sara had taken care of me since I was a little girl. She was like a mother to me and the only one of Selene's omega maidservants who had my back. "It's a long story, Sara" I sighed. "But don't worry, I promise from now on, to steer clear of mistress Selene" "Good" she said. It stung as she applied the ointment but I wasn't mindful of the pain. My head was at someplace else, which was in Timothy's car. I was so happy that my first kiss was with him. I couldn't ask for anyone better. Did he feel the same insane attraction I felt towards him because of the mate bond? The day of the blood moon drew nearer and I found myself counting down the minutes to it. "Moon goddess" I called silently. "Please let him accept me as his mate. All I need is one last saving from mistress Selene..." I really hoped he'd my way out. ***************** "Arise and shine, soon to be alpha's mate!" Dahlia's excited 5am squeals woke me up. I could barely sleep anyways, I hardly got any sleep on the cold floors of the storage barn. My stomach churned all night . Today was the day of the blood moon. Finally. The day of the blood moon was a special day that happened once in a year. Today, after sunset, where we'd stare at the eclipse of the two full moons and the power from the moon will connect us to our fated mates. It'll be observed by a mini festival held at school this evening. "You'd be mated in a few hours, how does that feel?" Asked Dahlia "Frightening as hell!" I was so nervous for today. It was a day that could either make or break me. I didn't want to wait any longer though. I quickly did my chores, prepared Selene's herbal tonic and prepared for school. I left the house early today as I had been doing the past few days. The days that followed my first day at school had been surprisingly peaceful. I had been avoiding Myron because I still owed him a striptease which I didn't plan on doing , Julie, because she was a witch and I'd avoid her for the rest of my life if I could and Timothy because I didn't know what to say to him after the kiss. Sometimes I considered getting myself into trouble to make him show up. At least I didn't avoid Maxine. She was an omega like me. Short, brown haired, and her locker was right next to mine. "Our lockers are right next to eachother!" She exclaimed in elation, the first time she saw me. "If this isn't a sign, then I don't know what is" "What?" I asked, confused. "A sign that we should be friends!" She said in an animated voice, I couldn't help but smile at. From then on, we became friends. Couldn't wait to see her at school today. By the time I got to school, some other students had arrived too. I guess I wasn't as early as I thought. I went to my locker to take note of my classes for the day but then I suddenly felt pressed. I hadn't used the bathroom at school yet so I didn't know the way. But I remembered that I was given a map on my first day and I looked into it. I hummed a song as I went to the bathroom. Then I opened the door and my jaw dropped. I didn't realize I had mistakenly entered the boys' bathroom. And I saw someone I hadn't expected to see anytime soon. Myron.Nalini It started like a slow death.Day by day, piece by piece, Myron faded from me.He didn’t avoid me entirely—not at first. But every time our paths crossed in the crowded corridors of Silvermist Academy, his eyes would slide past me like I was air. No flicker of recognition, no trace of the fire that had once burned so bright between us. Just indifference. Cold, cutting indifference.And yet, the bond between us wouldn’t quiet. It hummed beneath my skin, restless, confused—pulling me toward him even when my pride begged me to turn away.The worst part wasn’t his silence. It was watching him live.Laughing with Terry and Lax in the courtyard. Throwing his head back in that easy, careless way that used to make my heart stumble. And then there was Julie—always Julie. Draped on his arm, whispering into his ear, stealing his attention with that saccharine smile.Every touch of hers was a knife. Every glance he gave her, a twist of the blade.I tried to be invisible again, to melt int
Nalini The world always seemed quieter after disaster—like the air itself was holding its breath, afraid to disturb the ruins of what had been.That was how it felt returning to school.I thought I’d feel relief slipping back into routine, but the moment I walked through Silvermist Academy’s iron gates, the air shifted. Eyes followed me. Whispers trailed behind me like ghosts.“She’s back.”“I heard the Alpha King punished her.”“No, I heard she ran off with one of the princes.”“Which one?”“Does it matter? She’s doomed either way.”Each voice was a dagger I tried not to feel. I held my head high, ignoring them, focusing on the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes, on breathing. In and out. One step at a time.Maxine was waiting by the stairs, her expression somewhere between relief and worry. The second she saw me, she broke into a run and threw her arms around me.“Moon above, Nali!” she exclaimed, squeezing tightly. “Where have you been? You just disappeared!” she finished, her voic
Timothy I didn’t think. I ran.Glass shattered as I shouldered the back door open. Nalini spun around, a cry catching in her throat. The fear in her eyes melted into confusion when she saw me.“Timothy?” she whispered, clutching the bag to her chest. “What—how did you—”“No time,” I said, crossing the room in three strides. “They’re here.”Her eyes darted to the window. “Your father’s men?”“Yeah.” I could hear them circling the building, their footsteps coming closer. “We need to move now.”She hesitated, torn between trust and instinct. “Myron—”“I’ll deal with him later,” I cut in, voice low, urgent. “Right now, I’m getting you out of here.”Something in my tone must’ve reached her, because she nodded, swallowing hard. I took her hand—it was trembling, cold—and pulled her toward the side door.Then a shout split the air.“There! By the window!”A gunshot rang out, the bullet slamming into the wall inches from her head. She gasped, stumbling, and I yanked her down behind the counte
Timothy I’d been searching for her for three days.Three days of sleepless nights, dead ends, and silence from every damn person who should’ve known something.The pack was a maze of whispers, and somewhere in it, my mate was missing.The bond between us burned dully now, like an ember refusing to die. I could still feel her—faint, strained, somewhere close—but the distance was tearing at me. Each hour that passed without finding her chipped away at what little calm I had left.That morning, I was ready to tear the entire packhouse apart if I had to. My father’s orders kept the warriors on alert, his paranoia rising ever since he discovered Myron’s secret bond with her. And though no one said it aloud, I could smell the fear whenever her name was mentioned.Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.I was walking past the west corridor when I heard it—voices from Father’s study. Angry, low, dangerous.I recognized both.Father’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. Myron’s sounded raw, defen
Timothy Morning sunlight slanted across my room, warm but sharp, like it wanted to cut through the haze in my mind. I buttoned my shirt slowly, watching my reflection in the mirror. Calm, collected, controlled — that’s what they always saw when they looked at me. That’s what I’d trained myself to be. The perfect son. The perfect student. The perfect Alpha in waiting.But the truth was never that simple.The house was alive with the low hum of the pack — warriors switching shifts, omegas scurrying about, the steady pulse of life that had been my world since birth. Everything about mornings here was orderly, predictable. Yet inside me, there was this quiet unease that had no place, no reason, no name.I straightened my tie and exhaled slowly, letting my thoughts wander as I always did when things were too quiet. I had a meeting with the Student Council before school — my team and I were finalizing the plans for the Silvermist Spring Dance. As the head representative, it was my responsi
Nalini The house was too quiet.It shouldn’t have felt that way — not with the fire softly crackling in the hearth, the golden light spilling through the tall windows, and the faint hum of the city somewhere beyond. But silence had a weight, and tonight it pressed against me from all sides.Myron had been gone since morning.He hadn’t said where he was going. Just that he had to take care of something. His tone had been clipped, his movements restless — like he was holding something fragile inside and didn’t dare let it show. I remembered how he’d looked standing by the door, jaw tight, eyes shadowed with thoughts I couldn’t read.And then he’d left without breakfast, without even a backward glance.That had been hours ago.Now the sky outside had turned to bruised purple, the last traces of sunlight dying behind the Silvermist Ridge. I sat on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest, trying not to imagine all the terrible things that could’ve happened.Maybe he’s with his father, I t







