Mag-log inLogan"You're such an asshole! You know that, right? How am I supposed to show my face at school now?" Violet yells at me in my room, and the tendrils of a hangover are setting in. "Look, you're right. I overreacted, but you're not innocent in all this. Why? You had Sadie corner me so you could make out with some guy you don't even know. That's fucking manipulative, Violet!" She pouts for a moment, but her gaze softens before she shakes her head."I just wanted to feel like a normal girl. I don't want no one to come near me because they are worried one of our dads is going to skin them alive. Now they have to worry about you too.Everyone puts me on a pedestal. Sure, I don't hate it all the time. But some days I don't want to be 'Violet Reynolds.' I just want to be me." I pulled her in for a hug. I knew what she meant.There was so much pressure with being the alpha heirs, and whilst Violet wasn't in the direct line for alpha of the pack, she was still looked at as a role model. If we
Logan"Hey... Logan?" Sadie grabbed my arm as I pushed her back, getting up towards the bathroom door."Where are you going?" She sounded annoyed, her voice turning all squeaky, but I barely heard her over how fast my heart is beating. Who the fuck is stupid enough to try it on with my sister? "We aren't done!" she exclaimed, her hands on her hips as I turned to look back at her."Calm down, Sadie. You're acting a little desperate." Her eyes practically popped out of her sockets as I hid my smirk, focusing back on the door to unlock it."You can't be serious!" She slammed her hand against the door before I could fully open it, her eyes glaring daggers at me. I moved her hand away like it was a wet sock and watched as it fell to her side. I gave her my biggest, brightest smile."Where is Lola? I bet she wouldn't act this way?" I wiggled my brows before Sadie gasped, then finally shoved me out the bathroom door before it slammed shut behind me. It was a cheap shot, pitting her friend ag
LoganSadie was hosting a house party tonight like she did whenever her parents were out on patrol. Why my dads never made the connection to not leave a child on their own for the night was beyond me. Perhaps Sadie persuaded her parents to switch so she could host a party. Who knows.Olly stood beside me in the kitchen where a punch bowl was currently being spiked by goddess knows what. Two kegs sat to the side with a stack of cups, and several of our friends were currently drinking straight from the tap. Tad was DJ for the night, the tunes blasting through the house with the disco lights flashing in time to the beat. Several people were already dancing despite it still being early.Violet was off with her clique of friends. The core trio kept looking my way, and as much as I wanted to tease my sister that her friends were trying to get close to me, she wouldn't believe it anyway. I'm sure she would say in her bratty voice that they didn't fancy me as they remember me eating paste or
RileyThe rest of my shift seems to drag. A few other customers come in for birthdays or anniversary arrangements. Nothing interesting and nothing exciting. Another drab day.I force myself to head to the shops looking for something to have for dinner. Although I only have £20 in cash, so it won't buy a lot. Plus, I need to get some cleaning supplies. Something for the mold that keeps coming back like a plague.I used to be the gamma of this pack. Respected. Now as I walk down the aisle, I see a mix of sympathetic and proud faces. They think they are better than me. As a pack, we should stick together, be there during the hard times as well as the good. Since our world has started to change, it is like we have lost that side of ourselves. Everyone is out for each other. Taking and claiming what they want.If anyone looks at me with pity in their eyes, I think I might very well scream. But now that I'm not close with the alpha family anymore—no one cares how they treat you. This is wha
RileyMy short drive into the main pack square only takes 10 minutes from the school. I have always loved the Silvermoon pack with its snow-capped mountain backdrop and dense green trees that keep us shielded and protected from the rest of the world. It's almost enough to give the illusion that all is right in the world—almost.I park round the back of Flora and Fauna, ducking in through the work entrance, hoping Mr. Jones won't notice I'm a few minutes late. I shut the door so I don't make a sound, tiptoeing across the staff quarters and the back workroom where we prep most of our displays."Riley." I pause, my eyes closing as I hear his gruff voice. I spin to see the back of my boss clipping some rose stems rather aggressively. "Yes," I squeak, chiding myself for acting like an errant child instead of a grown-ass woman. "You're late again. That's 6 times this month. If you can't handle the hours, let me know and I'll find someone else." He peers at me now, and my stomach drops. I ca
Riley"Olly, how many times must I remind you to stop snoozing your alarm? You'll be late for school!" I yell, pulling open the curtain so a bright, blinding light enters my teenage son's room. Olly groans, pulling his duvet up above his head, grunting "5 more minutes."He is 17 going on 5 with the way he is acting. "I've picked up another shift at the florist today and I can't be late. Get up!" I growl at him as the duvet moves along with all his clean laundry tumbling onto the floor. Not that there is any floor to see.This is my own fault. I have spent so much time focusing on Olly that I have babied him to the point where he has been able to get away with this for far too long. It doesn't help that he looks more and more like his father each day. That's both a blessing and a curse."If you want breakfast or a ride to school, you need to get up now," I grumble, picking up a few items of clothing before chucking them into the laundry basket."Mum, I'm up, calm down," Olly mumbles, s







