DON'T WANT TO BELIEVE I had been waiting for close to thirty minutes yet no sign of him. Did he think I was a joke? Had he deliberately accepted to meet me just to stand me up for hours?I raked a finger through my hair, trying to control my anger as I stood at the foot of the baobab tree we had agreed to meet at. This spot was one of the secret places we could meet and I had personally chosen it so we could have our conversation without being seen by nosy wolves in the pack.I let out a big sigh, still wondering if I had been played. Had he done this just to get back at me? I didn't want to believe that I had been stupid enough to get played on like this.To be honest, I would not be surprised if he didn't show up. Somehow, I was expecting him not to. It had been years since we last had a proper conversation and I was not sure he liked me anymore to want to be around me.Nevertheless, he should have just told me he was not going to come rather than lead me on only to abandon me to m
BEEN THROUGH A LOT He was starting to feel discouraged after running for a while without any sight of the alpha.He had no idea if he had followed the exact path she had taken but he had seen some paw prints on the wet ground and had simply followed. But currently, he was beginning to doubt if those paws belonged to the alpha.Wiping the sweat that had now creased his brow, he sighed heavily, wondering if he should just return or continue his search. Would she even want to see him?After listening to Kunata say shit about him, he was not so confident about the Alpha's feelings for him anymore. Though she had not said anything bad about him — except that she would kill him if he turned out to be an enemy; his heart was still hurt by those words — Aiden didn't know how she was feeling inside.Was she beginning to have some second thoughts about him? Would she listen to Kunata and send him out of the pack? Or would she let him stay but withdraw herself from him?Surprisingly, he didn't
"At first, he had tried to entice me by showing me all that I would stand to gain if I accepted his offer. According to him, his pack was large enough to accommodate us and he would be responsible for our safety, that way we wouldn't need to fight off enemies all by ourselves. That made so much sense but I could not accept it." "This pack means more to me than just being a pack. It's a remnant of Crystal pack. I can't just team up with some other pack who had no idea what we've been through. Besides, I discovered that Kappa is somehow involved with Alpha Lundamous' son. I can't have anything to do with a pack who teams up with the one pack that killed my parents." He remained quiet, not wanting to interrupt for fear that she might come to her senses and shut up her emotions like he had seen her do to others. It was a huge surprise that she was revealing all these to him and Hayden was sure she was only doing that because she thought he was someone else. Speaking out would make her r
Again the knock resounded on the fragile glass window. Initially, a response wasn't heard, so he placed another now; this time, a more raucous one. Briefly, he waited, hoping to get answered, yet everywhere was quiet. “Is she asleep or what?” he questioned while crawling more closely to the window. He leaned closer, placing his face on it, withstanding the dirt that stuck unto the window. Those peering eyes of his roamed around the dark room, hoping to see her awake, but the reverse was the case. “Did that fucker do it again?” his voice was laced with anger as he maintained his gaze on the seemingly lifeless body of a girl who laid on a tattered bed. Skillfully yet noiselessly, he pulled the window upwards then slid discreetly into the crappy room—originally, it's met to be a basement, but Mr. Kiel proclaimed it as her bedroom. Kiera. “Kiera!” Greg called out in a whisper. He expected her to snap from her slumber, but not today, so he proceeded. Greg found the light switch, which
Each of them were dressed in seemingly expensive tuxedos and towered quietly over the unconscious lady. Although he was responsible for running over Kiera, he seemed to care less. Those jade green eyes of his roamed blankly around the bloodied and unconscious figure, with an emotionless countenance on his face. Himself and his brothers spent some seconds gaping at her before he turned to leave abruptly. “Hey Wesley. Don't tell me you're leaving without doing shit?” Jayson, the less aggressive one, scrawled nastily from behind. Yet, Wesley remained nonchalant and continued walking towards the Lamborghini at a slow pace. Jayden, who had a bag of chips in his possession, kept eating repeatedly as he stared at Kiera. “So… What should we do? Leave her like this?” Jayden asked while munching on his chips. Sidney swayed his head around lazily before turning to leave. “There's no way in hell I'm going to touch that thing!” he scoffed, his tone laced with disgust—his hate for commoners is
Sidney rested his incredulous gaze on Hayden, then scoffed—he found it overly absurd why Hayden was acting this way because of a girl. None of them have any information whatsoever on whom she might really be. “In that daft head of yours, has you even considered who the fuck she might be?” Wesley spoke from behind with a crossed hand. Hayden merely dipped his hands into his soaked pocket. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes, but tossed it in a corner once he saw it's too wet. “What the fuck are you all getting jittery for, huh?” his question came as a sultry whisper as he dived his fingers delicately into his hair. No one could deny how astoundingly handsome he seemed at that moment. Sidney clenched his fist in anger—for some reason, he didn't want that girl in the palace at all. He lowered his head, while gritting his teeth furiously. “Hayden” he called plainly but softly. “You do know how much I hate peasants, right? Then why the fuck did you bring her in here!” The toxicity in
Due to the excess pressure he exerted on his knuckles, they couldn't help but turn pale. There he stood with gritted fangs, balled fists and a furious expression lingering on his face. He visibly fumed in unhidden rage as he eyes kept gawking at the stairs. Initially, he wanted to chase after them, but canceled the idea. “That fucking bastard! The fuck does he think he is?” Jayden growled angrily, yet no one tried to pacify him. Hayden was the first to arise from his seat – clearly, he's exhausted from the day's events and wishes to retire to bed. Wordlessly, he began walking off without bothering to even bid his father goodnight; Axel wasn't surprised at all – his relationship with his very own son is pitiful. Likewise, Sidney arose from his seat then strolled to Jayden. He stood beside him before speaking. “I don't give fucks about that rag doll, but trust me, I'll kill her if she tries to cross paths with me” his tone was laced with utmost seriousness. Without waiting for a re
Taunting Jayson continuingly is something Wesley derives great joy from – to him, Jayson is closely related to a human, since he's the weakest of them all. His inability to make major decisions at crucial moments is something that adds immensely to his brother's cockiness. Jayson held his tongue, preventing himself from blabbing something that'll probably sound senseless to Wesley. A smirk crept swiftly up his lips as he gazed down at Jayson's expression – it simply portrayed how downcasted he was. Wesley huffed arrogantly, turned and began walking off elegantly, leaving Jayson rooted to a spot. As soon as Wesley had walked a great distance through the hallway, Jayson banged his door shut. "Fuck” he whispered, his fingers curling into an anger ball. Steadily, he lifted his eyes to glance at his bed – slowly, his nostrils got filled with a sweet fragrance. Surely, it belonged to Kiera.She's meant to be nothing more but a mere maid, yet he finds himself trying to help – maybe it's