Aaro’s povFucking phone. That stupid fucking phone. Phones didn’t used to be like this, were they? I remember mom and dad having a phone, and I sometimes watched videos on it or played a game. But this thing was totally different.I felt so fucking out of place. I knew nothing about this world. I guess that the school does this on purpose. Make sure to isolate the girls once they’re out of the school. Make sure we don’t know how to use technology to ask for help.We’re not supposed to tell anyone about the school, but even if we only wanted to help ourselves once we were out, we wouldn’t be able to. We had no one to turn to and no way to set up any support system. Maybe I should talk to Eve. She had been isolated, stuck inside this packhouse. She knows how it feels, and maybe she knows how to get out of here.I opened the stupid phone again, cursing at it."You better not fuck this up again. Send text to Eve.""Send text to Eve," the phone said."Do you want to join me and Storm for
Storm’s pov"Aaro is bijna klaar; douchen liep een beetje uit. [Aaro is almost done; the shower took a bit longer than expected.]Mam laughed, "Ik zie dat jij ook ging douchen? [I see you took a shower as well?] She ruffled my wet hair."Dus? [so?]""Niks. Ik ben blij voor je. Ze is speciaal vind je niet? Ik durf het bijna niet te zeggen, maar misschien is zij je, - [Nothing. I am happy for you. She’s special, isn’t she? I am almost too scared to say, but maybe she’s your, -] " I stopped my mom from finishing her sentence."Mam zeg het niet dan! Fuck, je weet zelf wat pap zou doen. [Then don’t say it! Fuck, you know what Dad would do.]"My mother knew better than anyone what my dad thought of true mates, considering she was his. Dad and mom fell in love when they were seventeen. Love at first sight, she called it, and then my grandfather got killed and my dad turned into a paranoid asshole. Too scared of what a true mate meant. He wasn't just scared of losing half his soul if his true
Aaro’s povEve explained the phone to me, but I still felt like a fucking idiot using it. She was so patient with me, but I knew if others saw me fumbling with the phone, they’d think I was raised under a damn rock. Everyone used technology for everything, and I felt like I didn’t belong in this world.To be honest, I don’t belong here. I belong with my sister; I belong back home.But a part of me wished I did belong here. That I could give Storm what he deserved. He wanted a real person who didn’t have that many secrets, someone who could be themselves around him, and I wasn’t that at fucking all. I had to think before I spoke, because otherwise I could reveal the truth."I really am sorry, Aaro." Eve said again.I shook my head, "don’t be. I’ll be fine."Eve sighed, "it can be really hard sometimes, Aaro. I try to put on a brave face for Storm. I don’t want him to feel bad for me, but it’s really lonely for me. I miss my family and just having a life. Don’t get me wrong; if I had to
Storm’s povI knew if I got pissed off, Aaro would stop telling me the truth, so I let her talk while inside of me a storm was raging. I wanted to go to the school and kill everyone who ever hurt Aaro. I wanted to destroy the entire school and get everyone out, but I knew I couldn’t. I was a fucking hypocrite. My father had bought Aaro for me and had funded the school for years. I didn’t realize where part of our money was going until I checked the books today. Our pack had been giving money to the Goldacres for decades. How could I say I would destroy the school if I still profited from it? If it wasn’t for the school, I wouldn’t have met Aaro.I wanted to be Aaro’s home, her safe place. She deserved that. Despite the fucked up situation she was thrown into, she was trying to do things her own way. She could have ignored my mother like the rest, but instead she decided to learn Dutch. The thing that bonded me and mam together. If Aaro was smart, she would have sucked up to Dad and
Aaro’s povI shouldn’t have said that, but it was the fucking truth. No matter how much this wasn’t Storm’s choice any more than it was mine, he was still going to mark me against my will. Maybe if things were different, then I would have chosen Storm as my mate.I always hoped I would find my true mate, but that ship had fucking sailed the moment I was bought. Maybe even before then—maybe the moment I was brought to the damn school. It didn’t fucking matter anyway.I saw how my remark hurt Storm, and all I could think of to make this better was to ask him to kiss me. I knew it fucking made me feel better. More than better. The orgasm he gave me was out of this fucking world, and I just wanted to make him feel good too.I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but he seemed to enjoy it, and to be honest, I was enjoying it too. I didn’t think having someone’s dick inside my mouth would be fun, but hearing Storm grunt and hold on to my hair and knowing I was the one doing it to him was
Storm’s povI ordered some pizza, popcorn, sweets, and soft drinks. Everything a movie date should have, at least in my fucking opinion. Aaro looked at everything in awe."Have you ever seen a movie?" I asked her.She looked unsure. "how much do you remember from your first six years?""I don’t fucking know. I mean, some things." I despised the way she avoided answering certain questions by asking me one in their place."No, really. What kind of memories pop up from that time?" Aaro asked."Ice skating with my mother; seeing my dad slap my mother across the face; going to school and training for the first time. Things like that stand out.""So the big moments, right?" Aaro said. She turned around. "Well, I was told not to remember, and despite my best efforts, most of my memories have faded. I remember parts of it as smells or sounds. But I don’t remember people’s faces.""So have you been to the movies?" I asked again."I remember popcorn. So probably. I don’t remember what movie I wa
Storm’s povI woke up the next morning before Aaro did, but this time I didn’t have to get up. I could stay next to this beautiful woman. She laid with her ass right against my dick, and I was hard as a fucking rock. I put one of her curls around my finger; it was almost like a coil, and I watched it bounce. Then I traced her arm with my finger, seeing goosebumps appear wherever I touched.I moved her hair to the side and watched her neck. It was bare now, but tomorrow, my mark would be here. I knew exactly the spot I would bite into, and my fangs elongated just thinking about it. Brand wanted to mark her just as badly as I did. I wanted to make Aaro mine completely.Brand was right. If he would have told me, I would have freaked out and pushed Aaro away. But now I couldn’t do that. Knowing there was a good chance she was meant for me made sense. Why else would I feel this much for someone after only a few days? Why else would kissing her be so amazing, or why would she smell like my f
AaroAnd what if what I wanted was my freedom? I said to myself.I loved how sweet he was. I loved how he planned these dates, really thinking about what I wanted and what I liked. He was the sweetest fucking guy I had ever met, which wasn’t really saying much since I hadn’t seen any men since I was six.But still, I knew in my heart that he was okay. He was a good person, despite his fucking awful father.Tomorrow would be my birthday, and despite thinking about escaping this pack for a week, I hadn’t done shit to actually do it. It was fucking hard to escape, but I think part of me gave up, and I hated myself for it.I wanted to be near Storm, but I knew this couldn’t last. So what the fuck was I to do? Go through with the marking and then eventually reject Storm? Could I do that to him? To myself?I had no fucking clue what to do, but I knew that whatever happened tomorrow, I wanted to spend this night with Storm."Aaro, are you okay?" Storm asked."I know what I want." I said. "I w