I really did not want to go to school this morning; after the last incident, I was not feeling inclined to go back to school or even the least bit willing to drag my body out of bed. The incidents of the past day were making me queasy just at the thought of leaving the comfort and safety of my room; not only the part where I was taken away by the beta of the pack, including the embarrassment I had experienced at the Alpha's residence, but also because of my fight with Abby.
I was assured that whenever we were to indulge in any fight, I was the one who was going to win; but still, I really did not want to get into any new fights with her. We used to be very good friends once, and I want my good memories to remain intact and away from the prying eyes of everyone. 'There are already very few moments that I find good in my life, hence the better option will be ignoring her for the entire time I am in school.' Because no matter how badly I wanted to skip school today, I was aware that I would only be putting off something that was inevitable. So it would be better to get up by myself and get ready to face the music, before I got late and landed in the middle of one more embarrassing situation. But if anything in my life went according to my plan, then wouldn't it have made my life a little easier according to the world and also my own perception? The first person I encountered after entering the class was Abby. For some reason, she had been standing in the middle of the classroom and walking in the aisle between the rows of benches. But no sooner had she spotted me in the doorway than she started walking towards me, only Moon Goddess knows why. I was not given the opportunity to greet her or ask her anything, because she came to a stop in front of me and opened her mouth to speak out the reason for her being so uneasy and restless, out loud. I realised that she wanted to confront me about the events of the previous day, as she had come to know about my visit to Alpha Paul's house somehow. "Oh, my dear Lexie! I heard that you had visited Alpha Paul's house yesterday?* I wished to laugh at this information source of hers, who had only informed her about my visit to Alpha Paul's house and not the matter which actually should have been the centre of attraction of that event. But before I could have told her the details myself, she continued her own statement while converting her voice from sickly sweet to extremely bitter in the meantime. "But there is one question from my end, just for you, Lexie! What do you really think of yourself- a bitch!?" So I wrapped up the threads of the old conversation which I had been arranging, and the plan of ignoring Abby was thrown out of the window real soon because I was ready to counter her insults. "Of course not, Abby! How can you forget this crucial information about our kind? We all are werewolves; we might be counted as half-humans, but no matter how badly you want to be a bitch, which you already are, according to my thoughts and observations– we can only end up turning into wolves." I noticed the change in the colour of her face, as she started to become green with anger, envy and embarrassment. I thought that she had already gotten one of the best comebacks of her statement, which should have been enough for her to utilise her complete life in recovering from, but she provoked me again. "You think you can win any argument with this type of quick and cheap comebacks you have!? So let me break this to you: no matter how much you try, you won't be able to win any argument over me, and nor will you be able to seduce Paul with whatever tricks you have with you. So I am warning you, stay away from him and don't you even dare to step inside his house ever again. He is mine, and will be mine only-" "Sure, then why don't you keep him in your pocket?" I shrugged, ending the futile debate and proceeding to take my seat. But she sure had other plans- because the moment I took a step ahead, she blocked my way. I was seconds away from snapping at her in annoyance but she caught me by surprise when she suddenly came closer to me. "You know what, I don't know how and why you are still alive even after having this big scar on your face. Because trust me, any other girl would have died out of shame because of this disgusting scar." "Hey! Now you are crossing your boundaries-" It was like a fire had lit up in her eyes as she touched my scar and then spat out the words as if I had actually committed a grave sin against her. "I am crossing the boundaries, and not you!? You- who had literally gone to Alpha Paul's house to seduce him after finding your chance yesterday!” Actually, you know what, it is not your fault completely. It's the fault of the blood that is running inside your veins, and your lowly upbringing: you were born to be brought up like a slut and who can know this better than me-" "ABBY!" I screamed to stop her before I completely lost my patience, but she was somehow encouraged by what she saw as a challenge. "WHAT!? What do you think that you can do by shouting!? Nothing!! Nothing will change the fact that you are an ugly slut who has turned out like this because her own parents disowned her and left her to die and starve! Unfortunately for the rest of us, you didn't die either because such is the thick skin you have! Don't you wonder what your parents would think, after knowing how disgraceful and slutty their daughter has become, or do you think they would be proud? After all, this is exactly what they have been training you to be: a slut who can seduce the Alphas of the pack-" Before she could say a single word, I punched her hard across the face, causing her to stumble on her own feet. Taking advantage of that, I grabbed her neck with my hands and was about to give the reply of her bullshit in a very non-traditional way, when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.Paul's POV The bell above the café door chimed softly as I stepped in, my hood low and scarf covering most of my face. I scanned the quiet space: dim lighting, a few tables, mostly empty save for a couple of early readers lost in their newspapers. Just as I turned toward the corner booth near the bookshelf, I saw him.Jayson.He was seated stiffly, shoulders tense, gaze flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. He hadn’t changed much… except the weight he carried now was visible even in the slope of his posture.Our eyes met.For a second, he didn’t move.Then, like a dam breaking, he rushed forward. “Alpha—” He whispered harshly and pulled me into a hug before I could protest.His arms were tight, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Alpha, I couldn’t control my emotions. I’m just… I’m so happy to see you standing in front of me.”I clapped him on the back, warmth tugging at my throat. “It’s alright, Jayson,” I said quietly. “It’s good to see you too.”We walked to the booth an
Jonas' POV:The remnants of the cold wind and rain droplets were still clinging to my skin, damp from the forest and hours of running. My boots were caked in mud, and pine needles, sweat, and regret were clinging to my skin as I stepped into the hotel room. Outside, the first light of dawn was painting the sky in hues of grey-blue.She was right where I had left her.Katrine was curled up at the edge of the bed, wearing just one of my old t-shirts that she had probably brought from the camp. Her legs were folded beneath her on the cold floor, her arm stretched out across the mattress, and her head was resting on that same outstretched arm, as if she had fallen asleep while waiting for someone, or something. Her breaths came slow and steady, but even in sleep, she didn’t look peaceful.Not even close.The bond between us throbbed faintly in my chest. I didn’t want to feel it, but it was there. That mark on her neck that I had carved myself, as if I was craving out a price of my ow
Paul's POV:Lexie was finally asleep.The soft rise and fall of her breath was the only sound in the room, her face buried slightly into the pillow, one arm sprawled across my chest. Her hair was still a little damp from the shower, curling gently around her cheek.I couldn’t help it the way my eyes drifted back to her, as if pulled by a magnet. And she was simply breathtaking. Her lashes fluttered faintly, casting soft shadows over cheeks still flushed from our earlier kiss. The curve of her lips, slightly parted as she breathed, made something inside me ache.There was a softness to her, without the grief of losing her mate pressing down on her shoulders. Just Lexie… my Lexie… looking like a dream I never deserved but had somehow been given again.Her hand, small and warm, still rested on my chest like it belonged there. I had spent weeks remembering this face in fragments, through dreams, nightmares, flashes of memory that tore me open and stitched me back together. But none of
#Trigger warning: Mentioned of thoughts about suicide and hurting oneself.#Katrine's POV:I woke up sometime after midnight, not even realising when I had passed out in tears, on the same bed where Jonas had left me. 1:36 AM. My phone screen came alive with some notifications, flashing the time. I slowly sat up, my whole body protesting with aches and burns. I felt the mark on my neck with my fingers, hissing at how sensitive it was. The bleeding had stopped and the wound had mostly healed, all that was left was a slightly raised mark on my neck that throbbed like a brand. It should have felt like a connection… like the completion of our bond, but all I felt was emptiness.The sob escaped my throat before I could stop it, and with that thought, tears started to spill from my eyes again, causing a burning sensation on the skin which was already raw and scraped from crying all day.I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving as I folded in on myself, but there was no relief to be fo
Katrine's POV:Within a second, his grip on me became harsh.Without warning, his hands ripped me off of him. I gasped with surprise, moments before he threw me away from himself and onto the bed like I was nothing more than a ragdoll.“J…Jonas?” I whispered, dazed, blinking at him through the blur of tears and fading pleasure.I was still naked, legs spread on the bed as his cum dripped out of me. Blood was trickling down my neck where his mark was still fresh, the wound raw and searing with the energy of the bond between us. My body was flushed, shivering, craving to be near him again. But my mate stood in front of me, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he zipped up his pants with a sharp, jerky motion.But something was wrong… his eyes weren't soft as he looked at me, there was no trace of the relief and love that I used to find whenever we were intimate before. No… this time, his eyes were ice.And then, he spoke the words that shattered me from inside out. “W
Katrine's POVThe moment I spoke the words that I wanted to be marked by him, more than anything, something snapped inside Jonas. His eyes darkened, and before I could take another breath, he moved towards me. His rough, calloused hands grabbed my arms without any hesitation, pulling me into him. His mouth crashed against mine… moving with a ruthless hunger that had been simmering for far too long. I gasped, but he didn’t slow down. He kissed me like he was starving… like I was the only thing that could make him feel whole again. I gasped, and his tongue slid my mouth, fierce and claiming… I whimpered against him, my body already igniting in sparks with the anticipation of what he was going to do to me next. The sharp drag of his teeth against my lips almost stole my breath. His hands yanked my shirt… ripping the fabric apart, baring my skin just before his palm cupped my breast, squeezing hard. His fingers pinched my nipple, tugging at it until I cried out, pleasure and pain