Cynthia Dion: "Hmm, well, she can make her own decisions," Mr. Holt responded nonchalantly, dismissing the topic as he headed to the couch to retrieve his jacket.My father's disappointment was palpable now that his scheme hadn't yielded the desired results. But what exactly was he trying to achieve?"Have a good night," Mr. Holt bid farewell, draping his jacket over his arm and nodding to my father. Just before he walked past us, his gaze briefly met mine, causing a shiver to run down my spine."Visit again," my father called out, leaving the house to accompany him to his car, leaving me bewildered.I had no intention of retiring for the night until I got an explanation from my father about his intentions. So, the moment he returned indoors, I confronted him directly."Why did you lie to him?" I demanded, watching as he waved his hand dismissively at me."No, I'm not leaving until you tell me why you would fabricate such nonsense," I persisted, even as he reached for the leftover bo
Cynthia Dion: The next two days were relatively calmer because none of the alphas and Rosalie attended school. I heard they were busy with higher-up dinners and preparing for the full moon celebrations. When I got home today, I rushed into the kitchen to prepare food before my sister came home; she would be hungry."No milk, no eggs!" I checked the empty fridge and rolled my eyes. My father never cared about the essentials, but things have taken a turn for the worse in the last few days.I looked around until my eyes landed on the counter. There was some folded money placed there."This must be my fee--," I said with a smile that faded when I heard footsteps behind me. I knew who it was."Ahhh! I didn’t know you would be here. Fate is in my favor today," The guy standing in my kitchen was one of my father’s friends’ sons and our neighbor, Jack. The same guy who had been asking me to accept him.I remember how he would always tell my father stories about me from school, getting me in
Cynthia Dion:"What do you mean by that?" I hissed, rubbing my palms anxiously. "You asked for money in exchange for the deletion of the video, and now you are backtracking.""Oh, by the way, did your Alphas tell you about the full moon competition at school?" He had a playful smirk on his lips."Ahhh! It seems like they share nothing with you. That’s sad," he mocked me. I knew about the contest, but I didn’t want to argue with him. He knew we rogues didn't stand a chance against those high-tiered teenage wolves, especially the betas and omegas."I knew it," he clicked his tongue. "Well, Atticus will be one of the trainers on the ground," he said with a wink, causing me to grunt."Jack, I don’t have time to take part in gossip. Delete the video and leave," I said firmly, avoiding any other topic he wanted to discuss."Fine, I will leave. As for this video, I will think about it." He clutched the phone tightly in his grip and turned around to leave."You cannot do this; you promised,"
Cynthia Dion:I tried to ignore Enzo and focused on Jack."Jack," I called his name once more, struggling to evade the stares fixed upon me. I was aware that, after this encounter with him, I would be subjected to even more intense bullying."Can we please go talk in private?" I asked, and Jack finally nodded, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He seemed quite pleased with the idea that now everyone would be talking about the Alpha's mate seeking the attention of a rogue warrior.I walked him to the spandrel by the entrance and let out a sigh before addressing him."We could go to the forbidden block," he suggested with a shrug. Obviously, he knew I had been frightened the previous day.The O-block had been shut down years ago because some students had transformed into their wolf forms and caused chaos. The bloodshed that had occurred that day was the reason for the implementation of new rules. According to these rules, nobody was allowed to transform into their wolf forms except for the
Cynthia Dion:"I’m so disappointed in you. This is not how I remember you. I keep hearing things about you these days," the principal appeared shocked, as if he had ever praised me before. He was likely only saying this to make me feel guilty."We weren't doing anything ---," I attempted to explain, but Jack had different plans. His interruption silenced me."We will not disappoint you again," he stated, sounding sincere, as though we had actually done something. The principal seemed disgusted, taking it as a confession."But we didn’t do anything. He had something of mine and I wanted it bac---," I noticed Hila casting judgmental glances my way, making it difficult for me to speak up.I should have been given the chance to speak, but she chose to believe Jack, likely because it was the kind of gossip she enjoyed spreading about rogues."There is no need to lie anymore. He has admitted his mistake. You should do the same," Hila said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and r
Cynthia Dion:As he waited for me to continue running, I reached my limit. I couldn't go on any longer."I ca-----n’t," I muttered, kneeling down and placing my hands on my knees. The exhaustion was overwhelming, and I felt like I might faint at any moment."Do---," he started to say, but I noticed the principal’s assistant approaching Atticus. They engaged in a brief conversation before Atticus stood up suddenly. He gestured for me to follow him.Despite the fatigue, I managed to force myself to walk over to him."The principal has forgiven you, but you are not allowed inside until school is over," he stated, not bothering to look at my face.So I stayed outside, sitting under the tree, waiting until I heard the bell signaling the end of the school day.In the last few hours, the weather had deteriorated. The day had turned into night due to the thick clouds that had covered the sky. If I didn’t hurry, the rain would only add to my ordeal, as the storm was on the verge of starting at
Cynthia Dion:"Cynthia!" She arrived, breathless and agitated. "Why didn't you stop?" she complained, finally making eye contact with me."Because I didn't hear you," I fibbed, attempting to move away, but she kept obstructing my path."What's happening with you? You haven’t even bothered to check on me all this time." She appeared downcast, pouting and fluttering her lengthy eyelashes."Did you check on me when you left my messages unread after convincing me to sneak out? My father caught me, Mara," I responded, exhaling deeply."Wait, oh my gosh, I am so sorry. But you're not the only one who got caught. My father caught me and was furious," she sighed, explaining why she couldn't make it and why she had even missed school."Oh!" The urge to accuse her of abandoning me faded. We both experienced our share of trouble."Well, my father did more than just hit me this time. He did this to me." I glanced around and lifted my hat slightly. She gasped and quickly composed herself."I feel
Cynthia Dion:"Mara!" I quickened my pace to catch up with her, but she was darting away from me as if I'd committed a crime. It made no sense.As I hurried after her, lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice someone coming from the opposite direction. I collided with none other than Rosalie."My bad!" I winced, nursing my arm that had been scratched by the keychain dangling from her purse."Of course it's you," Rosalie muttered, her grip on the plastic coffee cup tightening. Looking at her, a pang of envy hit me. She had everything one could wish for: loving parents, a privileged life, and numerous friends. And she was drop-dead gorgeous with her brown eyes, blonde hair, and a height of 5 feet 8 inches.As a cheerleader and one of the school's popular girls, she practically set trends with every move she made. Despite her seemingly perfect life, she never missed an opportunity to belittle others and disrupt their peace.It might seem that all these luxuries and the prospect of becomin