I stormed into my hotel room, that meeting was almost turning into a battle ground. I can't believe that's the guy I let rule all the werewolves. I clenched my fists trying to prevent myself from doing something I'll regret later. If only I could turn back time and go to that tournament, I would whoop his ass much harder but I can't travel back in time. I don't even have my special power yet because my mate still hasn't accepted me. I can't stand this underestimation from even the Alphas that are below me. "Honey?" I heard my mom's voice and I saw her already at the door to me room where I was seated on the bed. "Yes, mom," I answered and she smiled sweetly. "I just wanted to see that you were okay. Don't let those bastards get to you," she said as she sat next to me. For some reason, my mom is always by my side no matter what happens. She didn't leave me even when dad left. She didn't grieve alone. She is so considerate. "Mom, have you eaten yet?" I asked and she responded no.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Xavier's P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I had landed back in Charleston, South Carolina. I was so glad to be back home. First thing is first, I should go see Sierra and Courtney.The problem is that they are living with that scentless guy. Does he not experience emotion or is he just overly good at masking them? He is human indeed but his scent is non-existent. That only happens when you die.He's a subject for another day anyway.I have to find out where his place is and drop by announcing my come back.'Hey, don't do it. She'll think you're a stalker. She already thinks you're obsessive.' my wolf said and I ignored it.'Still, ignoring me? Whatever, you'll regret it later.' he concluded and I decided to follow her scent from the place I last saw her. The club.________________-_______________________________-_________________I ended up lying on my bed rethinking tracking her down by scent. I decided that I would just text her.'Hi, my sunshine.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SIERRA'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morning...I woke up to the sound of snoring from Courtney.This is why we don't share a room. It was so loud, that I just wanted to tie masking tape on her mouth.I pushed away my evil thoughts and went out of bed. I waddled down the stairs. Our apartment didn't have stairs, it was quite new to be using stairs again.A scent of blueberry pancakes came from the kitchen. My nose was activated. I followed it to a blonde behind the stove."Good morning, Aaron," I said lustfully looking at the glorious beauty on the pan. "The pancake has no name," he said and I realized it looked like I was greeting the pancake. "Oh, sorry Aaron," I said scratching the back of my head."Whatcha cookin'? I asked enthusiastically. "Your breath is repulsive," he said and my cheeks flushed. Shit, this is embarrassing. I scurried out of the kitchen after his honest remark. How could I forget to brush before I go to the kitchen?I went upstairs at the spe
"B-but he left his watch." She said showing me a friggin expensive looking designer watch. There and then, my face turned pale and my eyes widened. Fuckin snake, he is a fuckin snake. He left knowing that Courtney has his 'expensive watch' which I'll probably have to return later which means...I have to see his fuckin panty-dropping face again. Deep breaths Sierra. In Out I let a calm face settle on my features as I decided to investigate the origin of the problem. "Courtney, why do you have Xavier's watch?" I asked trying to act as casually as possible. "Xavier told me I could play with it for a while when I asked. It looks really good," she said with a shimmer in he eyes as she looked at the watch. I grabbed it from her hands and pocketed it. "Courtney. I'm gonna keep an eye on it for a while, okay?" I said forcing my best smile and she smiled back. "Does this mean the next time we see Xavier you will make up?" She said excitedly and I patted her head. "Barely," I said and s
I stood in front of the mistress’ door and knocked twice. “Come in.” I heard her. I entered and closed the door as I looked at her inhale a cigarette. I can’t count how many times she has told us she’s going to quit smoking. “Sierra, why do you work here?” She asked before I got the chance to greet her. “Um, to make money?” I said and she lifted an eyebrow. “Sit down,” she said as she pressed the cigarette on the ashtray. The scent was honestly bugging me and irritating my sensitive nose. “Do you feel bothered by the smell?” she asked and walked over to open the window. “So, do you like the job itself?” I didn’t know why she was asking me this and what answers she expected. Am I supposed to say “Yes, I enjoy having men touch me inappropriately day in and day out?” So I gave an honest answer. “No, I don’t.” Her back was facing me. She was illuminated by the moon. Her blonde hair fell to her back as she leaned on the table. “Good. I kept wondering why you’re the only employee who does
SIERRA’S P.O.V I am currently seated in the hospital waiting room. I was scared for Aaron. He was in a hospital room probably with all sorts of machines connected to him. The nurses and doctors didn’t let me in no matter how hard I bargained. They asked for a legal guardian’s contact and Aaron said he'd rather be here alone but I stayed. Courtney is here beside me also worried. She cried for a bit but is okay now. From a distance, I saw a nurse walk up to us with a clipboard. “Miss, ay I have a phone number and credit card details for the person paying.” She asked nicely and I nodded and signed in my name and credit card details. “The patient also asked to see you.” She said and motioned for us to follow her. Courtney’s scent turned hopeful. “Aaron!” she ran ahead of us and opened the door then ran to him. Basically, what happened today was. Aaron passed out in the morning. Some of his wounds seemed infected. We had to rush him into the ER. I told Xavier I was here a few minutes
“There is nothing worse than feeling betrayed or embarrassed, right? No, the worst thing is having a personal stalker who is open about stalking you.I am Sierra Blair, an average person who leaves in Charleston. My stalker is Xavier…something, I dunno his second name.I live with Aaron for now and I have a few days left till I move out and return to my apartment. Home sweet home, oh how I miss you but there is one problem. My stalker knows where I live, I think he found it online or something, he’s weird but in some way, I don’t feel really concerned that he stalks me, ya know.It’s more like…I can’t describe it but it's comfortable because I have a feeling he can't hurt me considering he’s always trying to convince me to fall in love with him. Oh, that guy, what does he want from me?Oh yeah, he wants to love. The number of times he made me ticked off is like thrice or four times. The time he sat at our table at the ice cream place, the time he kept coming to my workplace, the time
I looked to my side and saw Xavier smiling at me. “Hello princesses,” He was holding a jacket covering both of us before pulling out an umbrella. “Yay, Xavier!.” Courtney was excited. Xavier carried her up with one arm. Hm. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t come to this neighborhood.” I said as I glared at him. “what can I do when my princesses need my help.” He said smiling at both of us. “yay. Xavier is the best, right sierra.” Courtney said and I had an awkward smile on. “I dunno about that…” I trailed off with my words. “Courtney, do you want your sister to be lonely forever?” Xavier asked and my attention went there. “no, of course not, I would like to be an aunty someday.” Courtney said and I glared at Xavier. “why not give me permission to marry her then,” Xavier said and I almost choked on air. What the fruit did he just say? “of course, there would be no one else who would marry her, she’s so boring.” Courtney loud whispered in Xavier's ear. Seriously! They’re now trash-t