JESSE’S POVI was woken up by the sound of a knock on my door. I jerked up from the bed in terror, believing that I was still back in the pack and had overslept. It took my body few seconds to reacquaint itself to the reality. My thundering heart started to slow down when it realized that we weren’t in any danger of retribution.The knock came again reminding me the reason I woke up in the first place. I went to the door and opened it to find a female servant on the other side holding something in her hand.“Yes?” I looked down at the petite brunette with a questioning expression.“Your uniform,” she tilted her head down as she adressed me. I didn’t reach for the uniform in her hand, instead, I said. “Look at me.” I have never liked the way servants were made to feel like they are lesser people. I have been in her shoes all my life and it didn’t sit well with me to have them treat me like something I am not.The princess, and the boys from bar were right. Even though the Alpha has free
SANTANA'S POVThe high school was an elite school for wolves. There was no human in sight. It was more sophisticated than the high school I attended back home. The building structure, ultra modern and designed beautifully.I felt a little nervous as we headed towards the entrance. The anxiety I was feeling inside must have reflected on my face and caught Jude's notice because he asked. “Are you alright?” Tilting his head to my side to look at me. He looked very dashing this morning. His uniform was well pressed and fit his tall frame like a glove. I smiled thinly at him to put his mind at rest. He doesn't have to keep worrying about me. I am good. The smile did the trick, and the worried look dissipated from his handsome face, allowing him to afford a smile back. We stared at each other with a mild tension between us, as last night incident recurred in both our minds. Thinking about the sex we had last night infused my cheeks with warmth. I was tempted to look away, but was glad
JESSE’S POVMy first day at the fancy exclusive werewolf high school was hell. The classes were tough, and hard for me to keep up. The students made fun of me like I was a dullard, and let’s not forget the running with James and his cronies.After their first attempt at the school front yard, where the teacher came to my rescue, they caught me alone again in the school hallway. That was second period. Anakin had been helpful first period, but they didn’t have any classes in common so he was left to his own device. His second period was Geometry, and he was having a hard time locating the room. The school was huge with so many layers that it is hard for a newbie like him to know where things are. He was hurrying to get to his next class when his path was suddenly cut off and he looked up to find his latest nemesis. He tried to get around them with no luck, and the evil smirk on their faces let him know that this wasn’t going to end well for him.And it didn’t.After they punched hi
JESSE’S POV CONTOutside the hospital was chaotic like every hospital usually is. Ambulance arriving and leaving. People going and coming out some with relief that their love one is alright, some with sadness and tears on their faces telling their story. I barely noticed what is happening around as all of me were centred in my worry for Santana. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her. I could feel Jude standing calmly beside me, looking unruffled. His calmness irritated me. How can he be calm when the girl he is dating is at the death door. I turned to confront him and that is when I saw the look in his eyes.It was full of pain and fearHis emotions displayed out so expressive by a boy who is used to be so stoic humbled me and I deflated. I realised that my jealousy has blinded me to the fact that he really cares for her.The fire of annoyance sailed out of me and my shoulders sagged. Instead of confronting him about his lack of emotions I asked him after the murderer.“Did y
SANTANA POVRegaining consciousness felt like I was being pulled out of darkness. At first everything felt foggy, like my brain was momentarily shut down, and the slowly it started to regain function.The booting process took few seconds and after it was fully functional it commanded my eyes to open. My vision was a little blurry, and the white light in the room was too bright. As my eye sight fought to adjust to my reality, my ears picked on something.Someone was reading out loud in the room.The deep calm voice felt familiar. I heard it when I was under. It had felt like a thread of rope tugging me back to reality.As my vision got clearer, my surroundings registered better. I recognised immediately where I was.I was in my room back at the pack. Slowly other things began to filter in. Like the fact that my servant Jesse was sitting on a chair with a book in his hand reading to me.I never knew he could read.His voice was nice and soothing. I didn’t recognise the book he was read
The expression on Dustin's face was ambiguous. I couldn't understand what he was feeling right now. He looked uncomfortable about something. I continued to watch his face even though I couldn't figure out his expression waiting for him to explain why, in the devil's hell, did he think that Lucifer did anything for my sake. It must really be a case of delusion. Dustin sighed sadly before responding in a weird tone. "I think my brother likes you." "Say what now!" I burst into laughter. I laughed until my belly ached, and all the while, Dustin stood watching me with a patient expression on his face. waiting for my amusement to fade with no sign of irritation. when I was able to control myself, I shook my head at him like he was too naive. "Thanks for your little joke. It helped relax me," I patted his hard shoulder, still wearing a smile on my face. I started off toward the screen on the other side of the room to change into the clothes
They came like a thief in the night with no warning. One moment my Pack were thriving and happy and the next it is up in smoke with the screams of the dying rising to the heavens. Rogues have been the bane of werewolves existence. Creating havoc and killing the innocent. They are like cancer that wouldn't go away no matter what you did. Our pack, The Running Creek pack is located far south in the state. We have heard about the plague of the rogues in other places, rumors of it encroaching towards our borders, but my father never took it serious. His mistake. My father God bless him was an idealist, a man who rarely advocated for violence. Our pack lived in peace, in harmony. Everyone treated equally doesn't matter if you are an alpha, a beta or an omega. My mother ruling beside him was a kind hearted omega, whose love for her pack was felt by all in the pack. A smile from her was like the touch of the sun and everyone yearned to bask in their brightness. They were good leaders and
The night soon turned into a bloody nightmare with my people fighting very hard to survive. Our dead littered the floor of the ballroom like rubbish on the streets yet more rogues kept coming. It was an attack on a large scale. Like something that has been planned for many nights. How didn't we see this coming. I was tired, wounded and barely holding my own, and the only thing keeping me going is Zach fighting beside me. Between the two of us we have managed to kill a lot of rogues, but that barely made a dent in their numbers. My father and few of our warriors were back at the pack defending it. The rogue planned their attack so well that they were attacking us on two fronts. I have been keeping touch with my father through our link and he was still going same as us. But I could hear his strength depleting. Mum was safe, for now as the warriors were doing their best keeping the rogues at bay from where she and the rest of our packs who couldn't fight are being sheltered. Our cubs,