Maya's povWe were back home from the hospital two days later.I still felt lightheaded but I was better now. I could feel every part of my body and they were functioning properly now.The only part of me that felt pain was my broken heart and it was evident in my demeanor.****My aunt, Dad and I were seated at the dining table, eating in awkward silence.Both my dad and Aunt Gomez seemed to be in deep thought and the silence was almost deafening.“So, how are you feeling, Maya?” My aunt was the first to break the silence.“Uh, good. Just a bit light headed…”“Once you are done with your medications, it should be all gone.”“I hope so.” I said with a forced smile and then shoved a fork full of Pasta in my mouth.My aunt's phone buzzed on the table and she picked it up and read whatever text message she'd gotten.“What's wrong?” I asked“Uh, the police said…”“Shh.” My dad shut Aunt Gomez down immediately.I looked between both of them and they were both staring down at their plate
Maya's povI placed Daniel's Diary back on the coffee table in the living room and made my way out of the room.If I thought I had been traumatized before, I was double traumatized now.What kind of father was Dariuss Fisher?Daniel's Dairy was a mess of traumatic events that he believed were his fault.He wasn't the true villain, his father was and it saddend me deeply that he believed he was the problem.There was a part he'd mentioned Micah and how he was going to get his revenge on him.The reason he wanted the pack was not because he actually wanted it for himself, it was for his father's love..I had not realized how far I had walked until I heard a car honking at me.I glanced to the side to find Micah walking towards me.My heart began to beat as he approached me.He looked different, traumatized too.“Hey, I was just coming over,” he said, looking unsure of himself…“Oh,” I said, staring at him awkwardly.He seemed just as unsure of what to do as I was.I had not spoken to
Maya's POV I sat across from Micah and his dad. Now that I took a look at his father, he looked a bit like Daniel. Like he could pass off as his uncle.They had the same hair color and eye color. The only huge difference was that Micah's father was a little lighter in complexion than Daniel and he had shoulder length hair.I could see how people wouldn't realize their resemblance at first or multiple glances.Micah's eyes locked with mine and my cheeks burned.We had not spoken since I got here because my dad kept stepping in between us like Micah was going to slit my throat. Actually he hated Micah's gut but he'd refused to tell me exactly why he hated him. I still didn't quite understand it and he wasn't giving me any explanations whatsoever.It was just like my father to keep secrets even after the shit show.Whitney was still nowhere to be found but the guards and cops were at every border,looking for her.“Daniel's dairy seems to contain a lot of… information,” The Alpha began
Maya's POV I stood outside the packhouse, trying to catch my breath. Every information I had gotten about the past had turned me into a mess to the point where I was hyperventilating. My dad had been right. I was not ready to know any of this. Not ready at all. Every information about Daniel or my mother had been a stab to the chest. It felt like I was watching a horror movie. I now understood why my father hated Micah so much. He was the spawn of the man that wanted the love of his life… I understood everything now. It was funny how the events of our parents shaped us. Why did my dad think it was even a good idea to bring me back here if he'd left this place behind? I knew exactly why. He was protecting me from Darius not realizing Darius was no longer the problem. I crouched down to the ground and let out a shaky breath. I wasn't sure how to feel anymore. We were all just born into a tragic life. I was doomed from the start. I felt Micah's presence before he spoke. “Are
Omni POV Micah's eyes widened in shock as Aunt Gomez delivered the news: "Maya's gone." The bouquet of flowers he'd brought slipped from his grasp, and he stared in disbelief. "How long?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Aunt Gomez's sympathetic expression only added to Micah's distress. "Not very long, six hours ago," she replied, her voice soft and gentle. Micah's mind reeled as he struggled to process the information. "But she didn't tell me," he said, his voice laced with a mix of emotions - shock, sadness, and anger. Aunt Gomez's calming tone did little to soothe Micah's frazzled nerves. "I'm so sorry, Micah. It was really hard for her, but she had to leave. She wasn't safe here, and this place held too many painful memories. She couldn't handle the trauma anymore." Micah felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. His heart was shattering into a million pieces before his eyes. He saw himself begging Maya to stay, pleading with her
Maya's POV“Look at me when I'm talking to you!” He barked. I didn't dare look at him. He was too close, so damn close. I could smell him, smell his cologne, his aftershave, his being, all of him. I was currently pinned against my locker, and those eyes, a perfect mix of the prettiest blues and the deadliest greens were staring- no glaring- at me. “What…” I couldn't even say anything.“What did you see this morning?”I had been elated to feel my mate and when I began to walk towards where the sensation was coming from. As soon as I entered the class and saw him smoking with his friends, I knew it was him. The one I had spent years waiting for.He was the one I had been dreaming about, his every feature etched into my mind like a masterpiece. Everything about him seemed perfect. From that long mane of hair, the colour of rich copper, to his gentle eyes, his tall intimidating height and those broad shoulders. We locked eyes briefly before I backed out of the classroom and proceeded
Maya's POVI was looking down at my book, trying to get the calculations of my statistics right, but my hand was shaking. I couldn't even control it. Not with Micah's glares boring holes into my skin. It was foolish, I never should have come to the cafeteria for lunch. I should have avoided it like I had been doing all week. I peeked at my lunch tray, it had been switched with dirt and garbage by one of Micah's accomplices. The entire place reeked and anybody who passed by squinted their noses before walking away hurriedly."Move," I silently pleaded with my legs, but I couldn't find the courage nor the shame to get up. I didn't want to see him win. Two weeks into Crystal High, and I had realized just what a horrible person my mate was, or ex mate rather, and I found myself thankful for the rejection. There was no way I would enjoy being stuck with such a horrible human.He found several means, excuses to bully me. I tried avoiding him. I tried getting a new class schedule done s
MAYA'S POVDays turned into weeks, and each day I had a reason to withdraw out of school. If it wasn't Micah, it was Juliet, but there was no way I was going to let them break me.It had been a few days since Daniel had helped me up after Micah pushed me to the ground. I was still grateful for his kindness, but I couldn't understand why he was avoiding me. We were best of friends, but I wasn't so sure about that anymore.I had tried to strike up conversations with him, but he always seemed to find a way to escape.As I buried my head in my food, I saw Daniel sitting alone at a table. I mustered up the courage to approach him."Hey, Daniel!" I greeted him with a smile.He simply looked at me, then turned his eyes back to his food. I sat down anyway.“Uhm, I wanted to thank you for the other day, but you didn't wait.”He looked at me for a while, then he coughed, got up and moved to another table without saying a word. I sat there wondering why he did that.And I felt a pang of hurt in