Mag-log inAria’s voice echoed in my head.“They like each other.”“Guys,” Ryder cut in, his tone sharper now. “Give us a minute.”The room quieted slightly.“We’ll meet you on the field,” he added.There were a few nods, a couple of claps on my shoulder again, lighter this time, more careful.“Let me know if
Then I looked up.The mirror reflected it all back.The uniform with my last name at the back. BlackthonThe number. 1The image, perfect future alpha, quarterback, captain..The lie.I held my own gaze for a second longer.Then I turned away.I reached for the table beside me, where Coach had left
Kai.I stood in front of the mirror longer than I should have because I couldn’t quite believe what I looked like.The reflection staring back at me barely resembled the person I was supposed to be.My left eye was bloodshot, the red stark against the pale of my skin. A dark bruise spread across bot
The one Kai had taken from my bag.The one piece of home I still had.My chest tightened.I reached out slowly, brushing my fingers along its surface. The memory hit immediately, him handing it back to me, and lying to my face that he had bought it. I shook my head as a tear escaped my eyes.I swall
Aria.The phone rang longer than I expected.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, my fingers gripping the device a little too tightly as I waited. For a second, I thought he wouldn’t pick up. Maybe I had called at the wrong time.Then the line clicked.“Hello?”I let out a small breath
She was calling me.My thumb moved before I could think.I answered on the first ring.“Kai—” Her voice was soft and something warm rushed through me so suddenly it almost hurt more than the pain. My chest tightened again, but this time it wasn’t just agony—it was something else.Relief mixed with d
He shook his head. “Yeah. Most of the next few games are away games. Either the other packs host, or we use another school field. The next home game won’t be until next month, so I won’t be around much. But there's a week break before the semi finals and we have a school trip then.”His eyes lingere
The sitting room came into view, and there Serena sat, posture perfect, back straight as if carved from ice. Her gloved hand moved to smooth her platinum blonde hair, her chin tilting slightly when she noticed me. She was composed, elegant as always, but her eyes, sharp, glinting, burned with someth
“Get a grip, Aria,” I whispered to myself, scrubbing harder with his soap.When I was done, I wrapped myself in one of the thick towels. I paused for a second in front of the mirror, my hair dripping down my shoulders. My eyes found the scar etched along my shoulder. It had healed completely now, le
“Why is he so weak?” The man asked as I snatched my hand from him but he looked down at me with scorn.“Hope you’re not like him, boy. When you take his place, make sure you don’t lose like your brother.”I pushed past them, my chest burning, tears threatening to blur my vision but I bit them back.







