JaylaHis words echo in my brain several times before I can finally make some sense out of the complete and utter lie."No! I am not the Luna!" I say, trying to defend myself but he just scoffs."For how long do you think this veil of innocence will work? We know the truth. Everyone does. Everyone saw that day in school how you entered with Alpha Jasper, looking all loved up. You two were walking like couples, like mates, and your ex-boyfriend even got jealous. What is his name again? Ah! Beta Tyler."Tyler's name sends shivers down my spine but the kidnapper thinks that it is a sign of me getting scared so he smirks."You think that Jasper is my mate because we walked into school together?" I asked exasperatedly. How could they be so shallow?"And your ex-boyfriend got jealous. Also, you are calling Alpha Jasper by his name, and an Alpha only allows his mate to do that," he concludes."No! No! No!" I whisper in frustration. "You are getting it all wrong! Jasper is not my mate! He is j
When I was a kid, I used to have nightmares about being stabbed in the stomach repeatedly. At one point, I used to get them every night and I used to wake up screaming. At the age of nine, they became more detailed and frequent than ever. Soon, I started puking in fear and then I developed a habit of hurting myself in my sleep in order to minimize the effect of those nightmares. It was unnatural and unexplainable as to why I got those nightmares as a kid. As a small nine year old kid, I wasn't supposed to dream about crime and violence being inflicted upon me. And again especially such detailed and graphically accurate ones. They were repetitive. Every night I got the same dream. Then I started to hate sleeping. I was afraid that l would witness the same horror again. Mom and dad talked about the problem to each other and another doctor in the pack, and soon I was given sedatives that were mixed with chemicals which had an inhibitory effect on my pons. And pons is a part of the hind
TylerSometimes I wonder if people even care. Walking through the school hallways, I notice how people look at me, observing and evaluating each step I take, criticizing me behind my back, and when l am looking they make way for me. Sometimes you feel like everyone is supporting you, but actually they are waiting for your downfall. They will be with you when you are at the top but once you fall, they go away too.I keep my gaze straight. I don't let it stray because of whispers and chuckles. Because now I know that they certainly don't care. And I shouldn't either. People around you are like the nature, the environment around a plant. They sure do influence you, and you might never flower if they aren't kind to you, but in the end, Spring has to come and sooner or later, you will bloom. Survive the Fall, that is all you have to do.***"No, I don't want to understand anything. You have to bring us the birth certificate, that is it," I say, shaking my head and massaging my temple, tr
Tyler -What happened?- I ask Chase, standing immediately in alarm. My body goes on full defense mode. I ball my fists up and my eyes become alert. It could be anything. My pack, my mate, anything.He is silent for a minute, scaring the crap out of me before he speaks in a low voice.-I am not sure if I am right, Tyler. But I think ... I think I can feel Jayla's wolf calling for us. It is the craziest thing ever. I can somehow feel her desperation, panic and fear. It is like she is waiting for us to come, to do something. But I can't! Dammit! I can't connect to her. Everything feels blurry and hazy... I don't even know what to do. I am scared, Tyler. Where is she?-Chase sounds almost breathless in fear, anticipation and agony and I am even petrified by now. First of all, she has left. And secondly, we can't even find her. Had she been close, in this territory, we would have felt her. But we don't. Does that mean she has left the pack altogether?Oh Goddess. My head starts throbbing
JaylaMy wolf's voice reverberates in my head, stopping me from faling into a sweet sleep. She is draining her energy to me, giving me the incentive and power to stay awake.But the thing is that I am too tired to stay awake. Her words slowly make sense to me and I understand that she can now talk to Chase. She can tell him the plight we are in.-Don't tell him we are hurt though, I tell her groggily, my voice almost fading away. -He will worry too much.-I am not sure whether she replies to me or not, but I can't hear it as I am now veering away from consciousness. But I know that she left to contact him because I can't feel her anymore.My wrists are so numb that I can no longer feel my arms. My worries are that the blood vessels in my arm might rupture, causing immediate death. Or my nerves in that region might die, causing my arms to paralyze forever. I might never be able to use my hands again.I am questioning everything. My life. My decision. What did I do to deserve this treat
JaylaI am sitting up when something suddenly comes to my mind and I decide to act on it.-Let's give you a name, I say to my wolf, my tone giddy with happiness.Her ears perk up in attention and interest. -Who? Me? she asks.-No, my new born baby, I say dryly, rolling my eyes in mock annoyance.She pouts at my bluntness and sinks back on her fours before speaking. -I am your child, she mumbles, giving me adorable puppy eyes. When you close your eyes and talk to your wolf, you can actually picture them in your mind. It is weird. They have the form of a wolf, but the intellect of a human and a voice quite different from yours.-Whatever! I chip out, chuckling. -Um, what about Bree?-Hmmm, she says, thinking about it. -I like it ... but it doesn't hit me like l want it to.-I nod. -What about Laura? I ask.She shakes her head and I sigh in mild exasperation. Then I start to rake my head for new and creative names. -What of Carmen, then?-I give her a pleading, expectant look but still,
Jayla-Mia, I breathe out. I really need her at this point. My throat feels dry and it is hard to speak. But thankfully I don't have to do that to talk to my wolf.She doesn't speak at first, and it is like she is in a state of shock. I can see her faintly, her white fur shining through my mind, but she is still, her brown eyes frozen.-Mia? I say again and she takes a sharp breath.-That son of a bitch! she says through gritted teeth.-How dare he touch us like that! she growls. -I will kill him!-I look at her with sad eyes. -I really appreciate your fervour, Mia, but I hope you know that realistically we can't do anything about the situation we are in.-I rub my forearms with my hands, wishing I have a loofah with me so that I can wash his touch away from my body. The only time I have access to the bathroom is in the morning for about fifteen minutes, in which l have to manage to do everything, including taking a bath.The water is always cold. Just like their hearts. But I want ho
Jayla"Wake up, you bitch!" he growls. I blink my eyes a couple of times before waking up completely, my eyes focusing on my surroundings. Once the world around me makes sense, I can clearly notice how beyond furious he looks and fear crawls into my heart.What is he doing here so early in the morning? Why is he so furious?"You think this is a joke?" he shouts at me, striding forward as he grips my arms and pulls me up roughly.I cry out in pain as his fingernails dig into my flesh and it stings because it has already been bruised."I told you to talk to your mate and call him here," he says in a low voice which is threatening."I did, but..." I start but he doesn't let me."But he made a joke out of it!" he growls before he tightens his hold on me and throws me to the corner of the room like I am just a sack of potatoes.My back crashes against the wall, and it causes pain to me immensely. Mia begins to work on healing it immediately.He throws the piece of paper in my face before