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Livās POVMy hand had already connected with Ryder's face before I came to my senses and the gravity of what I had done dawned on me. The gasps that escaped the lips of the other students, and the look of disbelief on their faces, made me realize that I wasn't dreaming. This wasn't one of those moments where I lay in my bed daydreaming about paying them back; this was really happening. My eyes met with one of the triplet who looked at me like what I just did was beyond comprehension. And it was!I just slapped him, not just anybody but one of the future alphas of the pack. Any rage I was feeling prior to that moment was long gone, replaced by pure dread and regret. Without daring to look at the triplets, I dashed out of the room, fishing the map out of my pocket as I frantically tried to smooth it without tearing it apart and find my way back to the entrance. Finding my way out was as hard as finding my way in, and with a turbulent mind, shaky legs, and teary eyes, it was even ha
"Line up you dimwits!" Mrs Yvonne's voice boomed, reverberating along the walls. Her voice was enough to temporarily knock the fear of the three devils out of me. The three maids that had been losing it suddenly composed themselves and were standing up straight, dusting and patting their gowns for invisible dust I couldn't see. I turned to Mrs Yvonne and I saw perspiration forming on her forehead. She wiped her glass and glared at me. "What do you think you are doing? Line up! Join the line!" She motioned toward the maids who were standing in order. I joined them at the end and they glared at me, making a show of even shifting away from me as if I would stain them with my Omega blood but I wasn't bothered. I was bothered about what would happen to me, what Ryder would do to me. My fears had come back, my knees were slightly trembling. Any efforts I made to steel myself failed. I had pulled the last straw, this was the end. The door opened with a large jam, as though it had been
My face was doused with makeup that I would never dream of affording. One glimpse at the tubes I saw on the table in front of me and I knew it was worth me six times over.The maids helped me to the bathroom so that I could be "cleansed" as Erisa said. Yes, her name was Erisa, because I had heard the maids call her by that name. "But I already had my bath," I protested. Even though my bath was more than seven hours ago. Erisa looked at me with reduced disgust, her disdained look had reduced in intensity after that threat by Callum. "Look Omāyoung woman, it is important that you are very clean for my art to work on you," she explained in a very posh way that very wealthy high-born werewolves spoke. The maids were more gentle in the bath than I had expected. The treatment I was getting was more than I could have ever dreamed of. It was as if one of my wildest dreams had come to reality. Our roles were reversed, they were taking care of me, am Omega with no name or house. They finishe
"Over my dead body!"Rebecca's words echoed across the large halls, increasing in intensity as if she had some type of special ability that did it. It traveled to everyone in the hall, guard, and servant alike until it fell to my ears. I blinked twice. The Luna got out of her table and folded her hands. She looked at her sons and shook her head. "It better be one of your casual jokes, if not, I will never let my boys take an Omega as their mate." The way she pronounced the word Omega bitterly shook me to my core. I took a step back and my breathing quickened. I looked at my shoes, and I saw that my vision was becoming blurry. Tears? Yes, they were tears. I was hurt again, on a larger scale. Max tried to reason. "Butā"The Luna walked out on them and headed for the door. She didn't even look in my direction; it was as if I didn't even exist to begin with. Some guards escorted her out of the hall, their footsteps becoming distant as they walked. I looked up and my eyes met with the
Livās PovIf my life were a cartoon, my face would have been the color of a ripe tomato. Callum slowly placed his hands on my thigh and I flinched in response because of the sting. Cold sweat streamed down my back. My face must have been burning a 100ā° Celsius."Does it hurt?" His voice was controlled and lower than usual. He looked me in the eye and it felt very intense. It took me a while before I was able to reply. In normal circumstances, I would have pushed him away. But the fact that he was my mate and that I was strongly attracted to him made me keep my mouth shut. I nodded my head slowly at him. I would hate to admit it, but I was enjoying every bit of it. The way those hands touched my inner thighs, his touch was gentler than I had expected. He walked up to the table in my room and brought out a first aid kit that I hadn't seen before. He poured some medicine on a cotton wool and walked up to me. He held my lap again and brought the cotton wool close to my legs. He doused
Callum's POV I grinned and relaxed against the wall, gripping on to the controller in my grasp. I smirked at Ryder, whose forehead was brimming with sweat and veins. He was already on a losing streak, and we didn't take losers lightly here. "Fuck!" Ryder erupted and flung his controller into a corner, already pissed at the game. He gritted his teeth as he tried to control his emotions. "Now come on, you didn't have to take it out on the poor controller. You know how much I paid for this joint bro, it was custom-made unlike the others," Max complained. I looked at Ryder and I smirked at him. "Scream all you want, you will never be able to play any better. The poor controller was only doing what your loser ass commanded," I took a dig at him. Ryder bared his teeth at me and held his chair furiously. The metal frame creaked from his strength as he tried to squeeze the metal with his bare hands. "Just wait and see, Iāll train and come for your ass. Iād wipe that smirk off your damn f
Callum's POVI stared at my mother in the eye for a lengthy period. I could smell everything, from the cigarette she had smoked that evening, to the smell of the furniture. I figured it must have something to do with my emotions. Max slowly started shaking his head as he processed what she said. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he exploded, I was expecting it. Ryder's eyes were wide open. His eyes flew over the place, darting from me, Max, Mother, and the hall. I could see that he was having a hard time processing what was being said to him. Maybe he was having a hard time accepting it. I stepped away from her and I laughed. To be sincere, it wasn't an action that was predetermined. But as I continued laughing, I understood why I laughed. Our mother had never really seen us as her children from the start. We were all tools for her, for passing the bloodline. Every day in our life during our childhood, she never failed to tell us that we were high-borns and that we w
Liv's POV I was having second thoughts about going to school that morning. The bruise on my thigh had completely healed that morning so I wasn't having difficulty walking like last night. But I figured I had to go to school since I was planning to run away from here, I needed to have a degree so that I could at least get myself a decent job since I didn't even have a place to run to in the first place. I cringed at the thought of meeting the triplets, it was going to be a disaster if I saw them. I had to do anything to hide from them. I checked the timetable and saw that we didn't have the same classes in the first place, and they were seniors. I heaved a sigh of relief and grabbed the largest hoodie I could find from the wardrobe. I wanted to stay hidden the whole time from them. I wore a baggy trouser so I wouldn't stand out much. I grabbed my bag and left my room. It was still very early in the morning when I stepped out of the mansion. If I woke up later than them, they would