"Where did you go wrong last time?" sigma Jane asked me as she tapped her long sharp fingernails on the handrest. Her gaze was boring holes into me. I didn't want to look at her for fear of getting swallowed or melted to ashes. She was absolutely furious. The last time I asked for advice, I simply didn't take it and messed up the Sierra thing. "I kept my personal details to myself," I said and she nodded once slowly. "So in all your alphaness you expected her to trust you when you didn't even trust her with simple honesty," she said and it hit hard because I couldn't look at it any other way. It was a lie. A firm relationship couldn't be built on smoke and mirrors. I couldn't even show her my scar. I had to hide my whole past and shadow it behind imaginary happiness in front of her. I met eyes with jane and ran my fingers through my hair. I clenched my jaw and unclenched it then I let out a sharp breath. "I know it's foolish of me to ask for so much from her in return for nothing
I let my walking stick rest at my side as I tied my hair up in a towel. I looked at my face and noticed a slight difference, it’s like all of a sudden the pink patches on my skin disappeared completely. I squinted and blinked twice. Nothing changed. What the fuck? I untied my robe and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I put both my hands on top of my mouth. Why was my skin smooth as fuck, with no blemishes, and shit? ‘That’s the power of a mate, baby.’ ‘What do you mean by that?’ ‘Let’s just say, the closer you are to your mate, the better it is for your body and Xander just happens to be next door so…’ ‘Aha.’ What is the werewolf magical shit this? I looked at myself wide-eyed and got my walking stick to exit the bathroom. Wow, looks like I’m saving on my skin care products and medical bills then. I got dressed in simple home clothes, just a simple sweater, and sweatpants. I waddled out of my room to go do my work in the living room. Aaron and Courtney went to a nearby caf
Sierra’s P.O.V “Ok, take my hand, gently,” Dom said as he led me through the pool. My legs were a bit wobbly in the water but it felt much easier doing it with my hand in his…lowkey because I was terrified of falling face fast into the water and splashing for my life in there. I took one step and another then boom, I had beat my record from the last time. From 50 steps to 52. “That’s good Sierra, do you want to take a break now?” he asked and I nodded. He led me back to the poolside and we sat at the edge in silence as he was checking something in his book that he usually brings with him. “Uh, Dom, I have a question.” “Go ahead and ask.”“Dom, remember the other friend of mine, with the blond hair?” I asked and he turned his attention to me in a slightly anxious way. I couldn’t really tell what was going on in his head. One thing was for sure, he did remember her. “No, I don’t remember someone like that.” I knew he was lying, he wasn’t good at lying. Around him was anxiety and
I walked through the streets as the cold autumn night breeze gently tossed my hair around. I put her hoodie up and wandered back into my thoughts. Do I really have to choose one or maybe should I hold this decision for a while? Xander seems to know me, I don’t mean that I’ve seen you somewhere with knowledge, It’s more like the I’ve known you for a few years knowledge. It makes me a bit queasy inside. He knew my name before I even told him, he knew exactly how I make my tea, he knew how my kitchen was organized. And those are not things that I was thinking about so there was no way he would’ve read my mind to find out. Xander definitely knows me personally but how though? I’ve been going over the matter with Penelope who is kinda like my bestie now. I feel so normal and natural around her. She told me it would be selfish if I was to take neither of them as my mate because an alpha without a luna is like a letter with no address, a room without a door, a boat without a sail, or a c
Aaron’s P.O.V8 months ago…“Aaron, why isn’t Sierra waking up?”Courtney’s eyes were tearing, she felt it. I know what she was feeling. She wanted warmth, she was cold. She was seeking my eyes for comfort and for some reason she was seeing it.I placed my hand n her head and patted her head gently. I didn’t know what to tell her. I couldn’t tell her Sierra will wake up, the odds are, she won’t. I couldn’t damage her harder. I could only delude her and give her false hope.“Don’t cry.”She didn’t stop. It’s been like this every day for the past four months. At school, she can’t help but cry, she
A shackle from outside scared me out of my sleep. I put the book off my chest and looked at the darkness outside intently. My heart was beating so loud that it was all I could hear.I thought I had fought this. I thought I had fought away my fear. I thought my weaknesses had left me. I thought I had buried my old self but he still looms over me. The silent screams for help still echo in my ears.I stood up with shakey legs. I swallowed the clawing pain in my throat and walked towards the door. Before my hand touched it, the doorbell chimed. I knew it, I knew he was behind this door, I knew what was going to happen whether I opened the door or not.One, two, three. I opened the door. I was met with deep brown eyes, and a grotesque smile, the circles under his eyes only darker than the last time I lo
The sun's rays stroke my face as my eyes fluttered open. I stood up to get my vision out of the direct sun. I looked out the window and saw an array of orange, yellow, and purple clouds on the horizon. My eyes blinked lazily until I realized what happened.I looked around and saw the furniture flipped, everything in disorder, and no trace of my father or mother. I was in the middle of this disaster. I pursed my lips and swallowed. Courtney, I have to go check on her.I got up from the floor feeling pain shoot up my spine. Shit, he drugged me, didn’t he? I can’t remember anything outside a fistfight but the blood on my pants says something else. I wiped away the blood on my cheek mixed with what seemed to be dry tears. Fuck. I’m so weak, it's disgraceful.I limped up the stairs and quietly opened th
“Aaron.”Jay’s scent was going through my nostrils. Jay’s voice, jay’s moans were filling the air. Jay’s waist was in my hands, and my lips were on Jay’s neck. Jay’s skin was so warm, so smooth, so soft. Jay was calling out my name. I pulled away to look into Jay’s eyes. There were tears in Jay’s eyes, pink stained on Jay’s chicks. I moved back with wide eyes fearing that I had hurt Jay.Jay looked at me with confusion. “Why did you stop? You were doing well.” Jay took a step toward me and cupped my cheek. So Jay wasn’t hurt. The lingering fear of me hurting Jay with the same brutality as my father has me trapped in some sort of cage.I want to touch J