Dear Gentle Readers, is this truly Eros or a dupe? My first part time job was as a waitress at a restaurant in one of the tourists spots. The place is beautiful. It’s a garden with lights at night time. I got lesser than Xyrra’s though, I think it was about $5 per hour. I worked for more than 70 hours per week (14 hours on Saturday and Sunday) and it helped me pay my college. One time, I had a customer from London who left a 50 bucks tips (biggest tip I’ve ever received) but just like Xy here, it has to split to others too. How about you? Have you worked part time during uni days?
“Eros, it’s me. Xyrra,” I tried. The man who was standing right in front of me looked every bit like my best friend and yet at the same time, he didn’t. I couldn’t explain it or pinpoint what it was that looked different because physically he looked like Eros Adler yet I felt like he wasn’t Eros. “I don’t know you and I don’t know who this Eros person is,” said the man, frowning. His gaze moved to my hand which was still holding his wrist and I quickly let it go. “Xy.” Miles came closer, stealing a glance at the man before focusing his attention on me. “Maybe you got the wrong person,” he muttered in a low voice. “No, I’ve grown up with Eros. I know what he looks like.” I stared at the man, giving him a once over then my eyes landed on the brown shirt he was wearing underneath his black blazer. I recognized his clothes. He’d once left them behind at my house when he’d had a sleepover. My mind instantly recalled what had happened before. “I can prove it. That shirt you’re wearing, at
It was easy to find the house where the party was being held judging from the music blasting from it. There was a couple on the terrace, openly making out as if they were in their own place and not at a party. A guy and a girl openly drinking beer from plastic cups by the door seemed to recognize Miles. “Hey, you came!” said the guy with dark hair and darker eyes. “I thought you’re gonna bail on us for this chick you said has been driving you nuts.” Under the light above us, I could see Miles’ cheekbones reddened a little. “I was working.”“Right,” drawled the girl with a knowing smile. She caught the sight of me as I stood behind Miles, and pointed her jaw towards me. “Who’s this?” Miles moved away, giving me some space to step forward. “This is Xyrra.” Then he turned to me and introduced his friends. “This is Rusty and Ashley.” “Hi,” I greeted them. We talked for a bit, most of the time I was just listening to them talking about sports and school while learning a bit more about M
“Did you just—” I didn’t let Miles finish his sentence as I caught his wrist and dragged him through confused, scared party goers who were now turning the flashlights on their phones all the way to the kitchen and through the back door. I only let go of my grip once we were alone in the backyard. “Xy, what did you do? I mean, how did you do it?” His face was confused but I caught a hint of fear in his eyes. Even though I knew that there was no point in denying it but I tried it anyway and hoped that he would see the logic and forget that magical stuff was real — which was a hard thing to do considering he was a supernatural being himself. “What are you talking about?” I tried to sound appalled. “I didn’t do anything. You were with me there. Plus I couldn’t. I’m just a normal human being, remember?” Just to be on the safe side, I put my hands inside the pocket of my jeans because clearly, this power was not controllable right now. I had to find a way to control it so something like
Alpha Ryker’s POVI reviewed the agreement one more time before digitally signing them then I sent an email to my secretary to let her know. Closing my eyes, I leaned back against the leather chair and took a deep, calming breath. It was crazy to think that I actually had a successful company without my family’s money.About four years ago — a year after my brother’s death, my dad had announced Draven Summers, my nephew, as the sole heir of old Cromwell’s fortune, I’d been pissed. I wasn’t pissed at Draven in particular, I knew there was some tough love back in the States and that he’d been ostracized by his own grandfather. All my anger and frustration were for my father. He’d simply kicked me out just because I wanted to make Alana Luna. He’d gone on and on about how our pack, The Ethereal, had become one of the strongest packs in the world because we’d never rejected our Fated Mate. That the mates were chosen for us by the Moon Goddess for a good reason — although we didn’t know wha
Xyrra’s POV“Hey, Miles, thank you for getting me home,” I told him as he parked his car in front of the packhouse. “Nah, don’t mention it.” Miles smiled and then took off his seatbelt. “Come on. Let me walk you to the door.” I rolled my eyes at him for being a gentleman. “It’s fine. I got it. Trust me, even though he sent gazillion texts to me, Ryker will ignore me and pretend I don’t exist.” Miles chuckled. “Gosh. What did you do?” He grabbed his keys then opened the door and got out. I followed him and walked towards him. “That’s the thing. I didn’t know what I did. Everything was fine — he was even kind at one point, and then the next day he became a completely quiet person. He acted like I wasn’t there.” I shrugged it off as though it didn’t hurt. “But that’s okay. I’ll get my own money and pay him monthly for staying here so it’ll be like a hostel. We would be just like housemates or a landlord and a rentee.” “That’s a bad idea.” Miles shook his head and looked at me as we s
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I argued even though I’d been telling myself to leave. “Why would you need to scare her away? You could just ask her, and tell her about your plan of using me—” “I didn’t use you,” he cut me, his eyes were burning with anger and something else that I couldn’t quite comprehend. “I am not using you. I don’t know how else I’m supposed to convince you about this.” He let out a rough huff. “I’ve told Alana to leave after the wedding but she came up with a million excuses and the bottom line was that she didn’t want to leave. But I wanted to try talking to you and hopefully convince you to come here so when Dmitry offered to help kick Alana out, I let him do that. And before you accuse me of taking you here so I could use you, think again. Why would I want to use you? For what? You’re my mate.” “Are you seriously wanting me to believe that you really want me to come here simply because I’m your mate?” I couldn’t hide the tone of incredulity in my voice. He w
He remained quiet for several heartbeats and I anxiously stared at him. Then he finally said, “Okay but at least let me protect you. I know what’s going on out there, okay. I know about your father killing the Night Walkers’ Alpha and how they might seek retribution.” I swallowed hard and tried not to let any emotion leak on my face. Even though I was scared, I didn’t want him to see that. “I’m fine.” He looked at me for what felt like forever before he said, “Are you more comfortable if I have Miles following you around instead of Dmitry?” “I am fine,” I reiterated again. “I don’t need a babysitter.” Plus, I had this superpower. Although I didn’t know how to fully control it yet, I knew I could learn or damn well give it my best effort to try because every day it seemed that the power continued to show me what it could do. Today I learned that I could make people believe what I wanted them to believe, who knew what more it could do. “If you don’t want Miles then your last optio
After a while, I ended up falling asleep and when I woke up, my whole body was aching. I stretched my body before I slowly rose to my feet. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and realized that it was four in the morning. My throat was on fire and I was feeling a little bit hungry so I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen. Yet when I unlocked my door and swung it open, I was surprised by the sight of Ryker sitting on the floor, his head resting on his bent knees and his back was on me. He was asleep. Using a flick of my hand, I used my power to grab the blanket off my bed then I placed it carefully around him. It must be chilly here and even though I was annoyed at him, I still didn’t want him to get sick. Carefully, I walked around him and quietly made my way downstairs. I found some frozen bagels and popped them into the microwave. Once I was done eating, I made my way upstairs again but by the time I walked past Ryker’s figure for the second time, his hand caught my calf and I