LOGINAmy was the hard-to-get girl, genius, pretty serious Omega who is yet to turn eighteen and just wants to live a normal life more human... And there is Jeremy, who boasts to have smelled every girl's panties in school, and who thinks he can play with every girl he meets, until he meets Amy, who hates him totally, she can't stand the cocky, yet sinfully handsome basketball champ. But then she turns eighteen, and that jerk, Jeremy Coleman,is her mate.
View More°Amy's POV° “ I know…..I’m sorry,” he said. “I lost it back there. I know. I shouldn’t have…..” “That is all you can say?” The words snapped out before I could soften them. I turned to him, eyes burning. “ If we’d hit that car, if something had happened to me…..to Eli waiting at home—” My voice cracked on Eli’s name. Jeremy’s jaw tightened. He looked out the windshield, hazel eyes fixed on nothing. “I know what I took from you.” “No,” I whispered. “You don’t. You really don’t.” He dragged a hand through his brown hair, pushing it back from his face. It fell right back into place, messy the way it always did when he was stressed. “Tell me, then. Yell at me. Whatever you need. Just… don’t shut me out again.” I laughed, but it came out wet. “You want me to yell? Fine. You scared the hell out of me. You always do this—get angry, push too hard, drive too fast, like the world has to bend because you’re mad. And I’m the one left shaking.” His head dropped. “ That's not what I’m trying
°Amy’s POV°The morning hit like any other, but quieter. No Claire drama echoing through the halls. Just the usual chaos of getting Eli ready for his first day at the new school.Eli was buzzing….little guy had his backpack on backwards at first, stuffed with crayons and a snack I’d packed way too many options for. He kept running circles around the kitchen island, asking if the other kids would like dinosaurs or superheroes better.I was half-asleep, sipping coffee that tasted like regret from staying up too late thinking about everything. Jeremy was already downstairs, dressed sharp as always…..crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking like he owned the world but didn’t want to today.He glanced at Eli, then at me. “Ready to roll?”I nodded, he grabbed his keys even though he was driving. We piled into his SUV. Eli in the back, kicking his legs against the seat, chattering about recess and making friends. Jeremy drove smoothly, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear
°Amy’s POV °The words dropped into the room like someone had turned off gravity.They didn’t echo and they didn’t need to. They just sat there, heavy and undeniable, while everyone tried to figure out where to put their faces.Claire blinked first.Once.Twice.Like maybe she’d misheard him, like maybe this was some inside joke she hadn’t been invited to.“What did you just say?” she asked, very calmly. Jeremy didn’t move from the railing. He didn’t straighten up or puff his chest or do any of the dramatic Alpha things people expected from him. He just rubbed a hand over his face, slow and tired.“I said one heir is enough.”The maids froze mid-step. One of them was holding a suitcase halfway up the stairs, like a paused video.Claire laughed.It was sharp and quick and wrong. “You’re joking.”He didn’t answer.That’s when she turned to me.Her eyes dragged over me like they were looking for dirt, for proof, for something she could grab and throw.“You planned this,” she said. “You
Amy's POV.I smirked.Not because I was winning or because I felt powerful or any of that nonsense people like to attach meaning to. I smirked because Claire looked like she’d rehearsed this moment in her head all night… and it still wasn’t going the way she wanted.She stood there at the bottom of the stairs, still flanked by her three suitcases like backup dancers that had missed their cue. Her shoulders were stiff, her face calm in that brittle way people get when they’re holding themselves together with spite and caffeine.I took one more step down, slow and unbothered.“Did you need help with those?” I asked. “Because I’m not great with luggage, but I’m excellent at moral support.”She didn’t laugh. “I’m not here for jokes,” she said.“Pity,” I replied. “They’re free.”She turned fully toward me then, her eyes sharp, scanning me like she was looking for cracks and I let her. I wasn’t in the mood to hide anything this morning.“You stayed,” she said.I nodded. “Seems that way.” I
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