Meryn I open my eyes the next day to the sound of my sister and her boyfriend snickering in the background. My eyes land on bright lights, and I groan. I’m still inside the bathroom and blink multiple times before my sister’s face comes into view. She is brushing her teeth while looking down at me from above. “Why the fuck did you sleep inside the bathroom, you loser?” she asks and opens her mouth, spitting out her toothpaste on me instead of in the sink. “I passed out from losing too much blood after you cut my face and chest,” I say and try to wipe the spit off my face. My sister snorts and looks over her shoulder at Jackson, who is currently peeing further away. “See? I told you she is a weakling. A normal werewolf would have healed from that injury in no time, but not pathetic little Meryn,” she pouts at me and continues speaking in a patronizing voice. “How would you ever survive without me, huh? Without me taking care of you, the vampires would eat you within seconds.” Maybe
MerynAfter my first classes and one hell of a seminar, I find Weston waiting for me outside the cafeteria. He is sitting with the other football jocks and a few girls, and I hesitate to approach him for a moment. Won’t his friends laugh if they saw him hanging out with me? Then again, I saw most of them yesterday when I watched his practice game, and the big black-haired Asian dude seems nice. What is his name again? Travis?“Meryn!” Weston lights up when he sees me and stands up from the bench where he is sitting. In a few short strides, I’m hugged and lifted off the ground by at least two hundred and fifty pounds of quarterback. My head spins while Weston’s friends whistle in amusement at our display, but I don’t pay them any attention. I’m too shocked that Weston is strong enough to lift my feet off the ground and also a bit disoriented by the proximity. He smells really nice, and I shiver when his lips brush against my ear. “You need to hug me back, Meryn,” he whispers in a te
Meryn I’m walking out of the campus doors with Janice and Jackson following behind me despite my best wishes. “Your special spaghetti and minced meat sauce would make an excellent dinner,” Janice says, rubbing her stomach as we walk. I haven’t told her I have a date with Weston, mostly because I’m scared he wasn’t serious. He might have just spoken loudly about it to make it seem like we are a couple that spend actual time together. That would make a lot of sense. Sighing, I walk down the stairs, blinking when a sleek, expensive BMW drives up to the curb. Janice’s head shoots up first while Jackson gasps. All around me, members from our pack turn as if drawn an invisible thread. They are all staring at Weston, who gets out of his roofless car to open the passenger door with a smirk. “You ready for our date?” he asks me, and I freeze while people begin to whisper. “Who is that?” I hear some girl from my pack ask. “You don’t know?” her friend whispers, sounding shocked. “Th
MerynWhen I sit in front of Weston in one of the fancy chairs at the restaurant he brought me to, I’m hit with an awful wave of insecurity.I think I’m going to be sick, and no, it’s not because I’m an Omega, and he is an Alpha. That’s not even on my mind. Because even if I’m a weak-ass werewolf, I still fit in among the humans...or I would if I weren’t fat.The f-word cuts like a knife, and I hold my breath. I’m not the biggest girl around, I know that, but I still feel like an alien around Weston since he is so fit.Isn’t he disgusted by me?I shyly glance up at him, but Weston isn’t even looking at me. He is calmly sitting there, browsing the menu with curious eyes, and all I want is to sink through the floor. What was I thinking when I agreed to go out and eat with Weston Avery? The guy has a freaking eight-pack, for Pete’s sake! He is fit as fuck while I’m a whale in comparison to him—I’m so afraid he is going to judge me for what I eat, and that makes me too anxious even to or
WestonFor years, I told myself that saving myself for my mate is the right route to go, but I’ve been fake-dating Meryn for a week now, and I’m beyond confused....I can’t be falling for her, can I?No, that’s impossible. An Alpha can’t fall for an Omega, but I can’t deny that she is on my mind a lot.A week ago, Meryn and I went to this fancy restaurant for dinner—I expected Meryn to order fancy food and talk about herself like all girls do. And she did, but...she was open. I think I saw the real Meryn that night. She put herself on a platter, and I ate out of her hands.She felt so real.And a few days ago, when my parents couldn’t come to my football game, I was very disappointed—until I heard Meryn shouting my name from the bleachers. She was holding up two big pom poms while shouting, “Go, go, Weston! I would rhyme if I could, but I can’t!”It stunned me to the point I couldn’t move while the other guys on my team laughed their asses off. Travis was especially entertained and du
Meryn Three hours ago, I was so scared that I drank an entire bottle of whiskey alone. Two hours ago, my sister made a joke to Alpha Reinar that they should use me for hide and seek. That it would be funny to search for me and that whoever found me should be allowed to maul me. An hour ago, Reinar decided to arrange the hide-and-seek game. And now? Now I’m sitting on wet moss, my back is pressed up to a thick tree, and I’m feeling drunker than ever. Everything is spinning. My hands clutch the black dress I’m wearing, and I only want to sink through the ground. My heart is pounding fearfully, each little beat like a knife to my heart. Will there ever come a day when I can leave this hellish pack and live without fear? There are vampires out there, other packs, and scary rogues. They can all tell by my scent that I’m not a normal human, and that might make it tempting for them to mess with me, but if I’m lucky, maybe they would leave me alone if I asked? Suddenly I hear rustling lea
Meryn Weston and I surge up from the grass, entwined in each other’s limbs. When I look up at him, I’m still panting from what went down on the grass. Weston laughs at my wild hair, and everything inside of me aches. God, he is gorgeous when he is happy and smiling, eyes like summer grass, mouth wide and filled with dazzling white teeth. I almost forget about his mother glaring at us. Almost. I’m reminded when she clears her throat, and I immediately create some distance between us, my heart beating faster as Weston’s toned eight-pack and delicious v-lines come into focus. He stands bare and proud before me, and all I want is to reach out and continue where we left off. “Weston,” his mother’s cold gaze is kept on mine. “Who is this woman?” Ouch, here it comes. Weston is going to tell her I’m nobody important and create distance between us, pretend we aren’t anything special to each other— “This is Meryn, the girl I’m dating,” Weston says, pulling me into him so that the back of
Meryn I can’t bring myself to answer Weston. My emotions are vivid, and I know how I feel, but the words won’t come to me. Weston seems to realize this, too, and huffs. “I never thought you were a coward.” His words irritate me, but not enough to make me shut up even if I should, “Well...now you know better.” Why am I biting the hand that feeds me? Stupid, stupid, stupid! To my relief, Weston doesn’t bite back. Neither does he do something stupid, like demanding I leave his mansion because we had a disagreement. He is more mature than that and scratches his neck. “You can sleep in my bed,” he says, looking down at his feet with a frown on his face. “I will take the floor, I guess...” “Aren’t there any guest bedrooms?” I ask. It would feel terrible to steal his bed when I’m just grateful that he took me home with him in the first place. “Yes, but—” I’m not entirely sure, but it looks like he is blushing. His expression, however, is so grumpy that it’s easy to miss the faint red