LOGINAiden POV
“The Lycan Prince is here!" I heard someone yell before I pushed the door open and stepped into the council room. It was a stone building, and it looked like it was printed right out of an Elizabethan-era magazine.
Did magazines even exist during that period?
Fuck! That new girl was beginning to make me ask myself a lot of silly questions. It was the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw her standing in the middle of her childhood bedroom, looking so small in the middle of all that sparkle.
She looked…
No, Aiden.
Silence fell in the room as I crossed the space, sliding into the chair at the head of the table. The members of my council didn’t take their seats until I was seated.
And even when I was, they made no noise, carefully pulling their seats towards them. They knew how I got with the slightest disturbance. They were scared of me. I could see it in their eyes.
I craved it, even.
“Where is the second prince?” one of the council members asked.
“My brother has a game.”
Someone snickered. He didn't mean to let me hear, but it was already too late, as my eyes zeroed in on him.
“Is there something you wish to say to me?”
He got to his feet, bowing so low that his head almost hit the table. "No, Prince Aiden. I'm sorry."
“You’re sorry for what?”
His lips parted, but no words came out.
"I need an answer, councilman?" My voice was eerily calm. It was one of my greatest strengths. Being calm while delivering a death sentence. "You have one minute before I decide to toss you out of the pack and pronounce you a rogue."
"I… I …" We were very hot creatures, yet sweat broke out on his forehead. "I just thought…. I thought the young prince should be made to understand how the packs work in our region. He's not going to be a kid forever and…"
“Shut up.”
His lips slammed shut at once.
"Now this is to every member of the council, and it is the damn last time I am going to say it. Leave my brother out of council matters until I decide to bring him in. He is none of your business. Are we clear?"
“Yes, Prince,” the chorused.
My father would hate the decision I just made for Marv. Good thing he was too sick to hear a word from anyone's mouth.
He'd brought me up tough, to lack every human emotion and put everything on the line for the packs under my region. He wanted Marv to be that way too, but I refused.
I protected Marv with everything I had, even though the fucker had no idea. He hated me. I was fine with him hating me as long as he didn’t have to sacrifice anything for the region. He needed to be free. I had given up on freedom a long time ago.
"Let's move on," I said, leaning into my seat. "The howling a few hours ago. That was none of us. There is another pack in our territory, and we need to meet with them."
“Meet?”
I nodded. “I want to assume they had no idea this is a region’s territory. We are going to have a friendly chat. Invite them over and get done with it. They should be gone by morning.”
“The meeting is taking place this night?” Another asked.
I turned my attention to him. “Humor me. Would you rather an unknown pack stay in your territory through the night without doing a thing about it?”
He shook his head.
“I thought so. Send the notice to them. We are to assemble back here in two hours. That’ll be midnight. For now, hang around, keep your ears on the ground.”
I suspected something, but until I fully knew what it was, I couldn’t reveal it yet.
Walking back to Westside Eden’s High School, I tried not to think about her scent, still permeating every inch of my car. I tried not to think about how it was the only thing I seemed to focus on, how it stirred my wolf and forced me to take a deep whiff.
“Stop it, Micah,” I told my wolf, walking past the lot. “We don’t know her.”
“We do,” he answered. “She’s our mate.”
“We don’t know that,” I muttered.
“Her scent…”
“She’s human, Micah. It’s probably how all humans smell to me.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
I stopped and took in a deep breath. "Marv likes her. Or at least, I think he does. I'm not going to take her from him. He already hates me."
“But…”
“And she talks too damn much!”
“You are making the wrong decision, Prince Aiden,” Micah whines.
“Well, let me worry about that.”
Forcing him back, I found my mom in the field. The game was over, and she was talking to another mother. But when she saw me, she ended the conversation and walked over.
“What’s going on?”
"I think we might have to impose a curfew," I muttered, scratching my forehead. "A notice has been sent to them, but I know they are not going to come."
“How do you know that, baby?” she whispered, touching my arms. The people around stared at us, the fear and honor in their eyes. It wasn’t every day the Lycan Prince came around here. The things I did for my baby brother.
“I don’t,” I muttered. “But I know they followed the newbie to Westside Eden. I just don’t know why.”
My eyes found her easily. She was with Marv, smiling at something he'd said, one arm wrapped around her lithe frame. She must have known I was looking because in that moment, she turned around and our eyes met.
It must have been strange to her because Mom was looking too.
“Isabella?” She mouthed. “I doubt it. She knows nothing. She’s just a regular human teenager.”
I didn't think there was anything normal about Isabella, but I kept it to myself.
“I need everyone inside their homes by the end of this game,” I said, sighing.
“Aiden…”
I pulled my eyes away from Isabella, knowing that sound in Mom’s voice.
“What?”
“The kids are planning a party to celebrate their win…”
“Call it off.”
"That's the thing." She shifted uneasily on her feet. "Marv is looking for ways to convince Isabella to stay back, and this party is one of them. He already invited her. You're going to be breaking his heart if you call it off without telling him the reason."
“I can’t tell him the reason.”
“I know.”
“Urghhh!” I groaned. “I guess I have a party to attend then.”
Isabella POV "You're doing the thing again," Sheila said, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "The staring-into-space thing.""I'm fine." I locked my phone screen, even though the photo was already burned into my memory ... that girl's face, that caption, that comment. Future Mrs. Kingston. "Just tired.""Uh-huh." She clearly didn't believe me, but the bell saved me from having to explain, and by the time the final period ended, I'd almost managed to shove the whole thing into a drawer in my head labeled deal with this later.Marv was waiting by my locker, bouncing on his heels like he had somewhere urgent to be."So," he said. "I've been thinking.""Dangerous.""Hilarious. I've been thinking that you've officially survived one whole week of Westside Eden, which means it's time for the official welcome tour.""The what?""The Marv Kingston Guaranteed You'll-Never-Want-To-Leave Tour." He grinned, and it was such an easy, sunny grin that some of the tightness in my chest actually
Isabella POV"Okay, that was weird, right?" I said. "Tell me that was weird.""That was so weird." Sheila grabbed my tray and mine both, hauling us three tables away like the distance itself could fix it. "Also, ten out of ten, do not make eye contact with the nose ring guy again. He gives off serial killer energy.""Thanks, very comforting.""I try." She dropped into a seat and immediately stole one of my fries, completely unbothered by the fact that my hands were still shaking a little. "Okay. Since you're clearly spiraling, let me distract you with gossip. Everyone in this town either works for the Kingstons or is scared of them. That's basically the whole social order, in one sentence.""You said that already.""Did I? Feels important enough to say twice." She leaned in, lowering her voice like she was handing over classified information. "So, Marv's dad basically runs the town. Old money, old everything, nobody really knows the full story. And Aiden's, like, the heir. Which is a
Isabella POV "You're staring," a voice said behind me. "It's kind of creepy, actually."I spun around so fast I nearly dropped my schedule. A girl with wild curly hair and an even wilder grin was watching me like I was the most entertaining thing to happen to this hallway all year."I wasn't staring," I said. "I was surviving.""Same thing, honestly." She grabbed both my hands like she needed to check I was real. "Oh my God. You're actually here. I was starting to think I made you up.""You've never even met me.""We've texted for three weeks. That counts." She looped her arm through mine like we'd known each other for years, not minutes. "I'm Sheila, by the way. In case you forgot the name of the only person in this school who actually likes you already.""Bold of you to assume anyone dislikes me.""Give it an hour." She steered me down the hallway, completely unbothered by the fact that every single head turned as we passed. I kept my chin up and my face blank, the way you learn to
Aiden's POVShe doesn't move.I think she had even forgotten how to breathe, her lips were cracked open as she stared intensely at me in surprise.She had this astonished look, so was I. I didn't believe I could say that, more like I was pushed into saying that.Then her voice came out choking, “ Did I hear you right?” She still didn't believe that I could say it, her eyes lingered over my form.My lips thinned, I looked down at her petite figure as I noticed how close we were and I pulled away immediately, stumbling backwards with an excuse.“ It's” I tried to explain.She cut me short, raising her eyebrows as she tattled in a mimicking tone, I believe she was mimicking me“ The great Aiden apologizes. This should be a headline because…”I think I never understood how serious this was until she had said it like this. I stood awkwardly in place, scratching my hair softly as I croaked, “ That's not what you think.”But she doesn't stop, she's engrossed in her own little world.I cleare
Isabelle's POV “ Bells.” My dad's voice rang out. I shot up from the bed, dark circles underneath my eyes as my hair resembled a bird nest and my bedsheet were all rumpled. I let out a grunt. I just stared at the door, unmoving as I scratched my head with a tired yawn. I felt I was about to fall back into bed, I felt so tired like my arms were about to give out but I just couldn't. My eyes refused to close. My brain couldn't shut down. “ Ahhhh! This is all his fault.” I screamed loudly, I pulled at my hair. My mind went back to that jerk’s face Aiden and a smile crept up my face. “ Stop it, Isabelle.” I convinced myself, slapping my cheeks as I tried to focus. I was pulled away from my thoughts as my dad's knock and worried voice came through the door, “ Bells, are you alright? Should I come in?” He asked.“ No.” I yelled. I stood up from the bed, walking straight to the mirror as I wretched from how messed up I looked right now. He sighed. “ Okay, just be fast. Breakfast
Aiden's POV My eyes refused to shut, my wolf stirring within me. “ Micah.” I sighed, tossing in the bed as my hand clenched the bedsheet to hold myself. Micah growled within me, howling one thing over and over again, “ Those boys were uncanny.” He repeated. Those words didn't stop, he seemed so sure about it. And I couldn't dissuade that feeling within my heart. Their scent. The malicious look on their faces. Even their footprint. Every single thing, I remembered it and it wasn't just that one player but the entire team. There was something about them that didn't sit well with me from the moment I set my eyes on them. “ Micah.” I called out. He doesn't answer right away, then he grunts as I feel my body rumble as he says, “ They aren't normal.” We both had the same thought, those were the outsiders that had been howling. But why were they here? For Isabelle? Why would they be here for a human?I stood up slowly, moving to the window that showed me the view of the pack as I s







