Jayla
Gulping, I turn around to see Tyler standing there with a signature smirk on his face. My heart starts beating fast and I throw a panicked glance at the door. It was locked. And Tyler was standing in front of it like a freaking guard dog.Dammit.I try to push him aside. "Move, I want to go out!" I say but he doesn't even budge.Instead he grabs my arms and pins me beside the wall. I gasp and start struggling against his hold. What's with him and pinning me against walls?"What is your problem? Let go of me! I don't want to talk to you!"He growls and just tightens his hold. "Stop struggling!"I don't. Instead I start struggling even more. "Let go of me, Tyler. You're hurting me!" I cry, tugging my arms from his hold.His eyes softens immediately and he lets go of my arms. Instead he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his body.I'm so close to him again. The faint line of the closet casts a shadow on his face and I notice how beautifully thick and long his eyelashes looks. I'm transfixed. Again.This is the first time you've said my name," he whispers. I feel his warm breath on my face and blush.It starts from my neck all the way up to my cheeks, till I'm sure my face is burning like no tomorrow. His thumb runs across my cheek as he caresses my skin and I close my eyes, leaning towards him."I just want answers," he whispers. "Are you really going out with him?"My eyes open and I look at him indifferently. Is he dumb? "That's none of your business," I say. "You yourself said at the party that you hate me and that you will have nothing to do with me. Did you forget that?"His eyes hardens and he clenches his jaw. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're my mate," he growls out, emphasising on the words 'my mate'.I feel a tug in my heart when he says it but I ignore that. My heart needs to be tamed. "So?" I say challengingly, crossing my arms across my chest."What you do mean by 'so'?" he asks frustratedly and I smirk, enjoying his misery. "I mean so what if you're my mate?"He gives me a stern look. "This is not funny, okay? You know what it means.""Really? Do I?"He growls in frustration and once again pins me against the wall with both of his hands on either side of my body."Yes, you do," he whispers, his face dangerously close to mine.I suck in a deep breath when his fingers touch my lower lip. He rubs his thumb over it and speaks. "I won't like to see you with other guys. I won't allow it. You're mine. They're not allowed to touch you in any way." The last line comes out as a growl and I gasp in shock."But he's my best friend!" I reason, ignoring the tingles in my body that approves him calling me his.He shoots me a are-you-kidding-me look. "Oh, really? Are you sure about it?"I nod and he groans. "Fuck! You have to be blind to not see how that guy looks at you. It's like you're the centre of his universe or something. And if you act like this, it will just fuel his desires and motives. Do you think I don't notice? He was all over you today. And I won't allow that. You're my mate. Not his!"I'm seething by the end of this. "You have no right to order me around like this!" I scream, pushing him away. I suddenly feel suffocated by him.I continue. "You're my mate too, but did that stop you from going out with every other whore out there?" I ask accusingly. "No? Then you can't stop me about going out with someone, too."I'm breathing heavily now. My chest moves up and down due to my temper but he doesn't take it the way I want him to.Instead of saying he is sorry, he smirks at me triumphanty and a smug look comes over his face. "Are you jealous?" he asks, and I almost slap him right there and then.I clench my jaw. "No," I say confidently.I duck in between his arms and successfully wriggle my way out of his hold. I unlock the door with my wolf speed and escape as fast as I can.I can hear him calling my name from behind but I don't turn around. I don't turn around because my face is tear streaked now.The fact that he didn't deny rejecting me didn't go unnoticed by me.***I park my bike in the garage and walk inside my home."I'm home," I whisper lowly.I take a quick glance at the mirror to confirm I don't look like I was crying. I don't want to worry my parents.It's funny how when we're kids, we want our parents to know that we're crying. But as we grow up, we hide it from them. We try to lick our wounds alone. What makes us do this? It's something I've never understood."Jayla!" myy mom's voice says from inside the kitchen and she comes out rushing."Oh my God, Jayla! You're home! You're a whole ten minutes late! Are you okay? Did something happen? Did you eat properly? Is everything thing okay? Oh God! Why aren't you answering!" she gushes, hugging me and fussing about my late arrivalI chuckle at her and my insides warms up at the affection. I shake my head and give her hand a squeeze. "I'm okay," I say.I'm not but she smiles, convinced. She nods and goes back to the kitchen to get me something to eat.On the way though, she turns around and says, "Oh, and I forgot to tell you something, honey.""Yeah?" I ask."There's a party at the pack house tomorrow. Your father and I got an invitation. I don't think I'll be able to go, but he wants you to attend it."I frown. "What is this party for?" Or in other words, who is this party for?Mother smiles. "Remember Gamma Morgan?"I nod, my body filling with pride and respect for the one who laid down his life for our pack and it's safety. "Of course. How can anyone forget him?" I say, my head slightly bowed in respect.Her smile turns into a grin. "Well, his son has trained fully in Texas and is coming back tomorrow to take over the Gamma position as a legacy and responsibility."My eyebrows shoot up. "You mean...""Yes, Shane is coming back!" she exclaims happily and claps her hands. "I can't wait to be able to call him over for dinners after tomorrow's party! It will be just like old times!"She keeps gushing about how we might be mates and how excited she is to meet him again, but I tune her out as my mind tries to process the newfound information.Shane Morgan, the Gamma heir and my childhood crush is coming back for good. Mom knows how big of a crush I used to have on him. He is two years older than me, but ever since he saved me from bullies in elementary school, I was a goner.He is the only boy I've ever liked and my only crush till he left three years ago to train, after his father's death. He loved his father more than anything and anyone. He looked up to him. And that's the reason why his death killed a part of Shane forever.Suddenly, the fun-loving, happy go lucky guy I used to know turned cold and serious. It was like the harsh reality of life slapped on his face and he was determined to avenge his father's death and work for the pack with the same passion as his father.In no time, he left for training and never looked behind. I never saw him after that. I know he didn't forget our friendship, he just chose the pack responsibilities over everything else and for that, I respect him.My crush for him has faded over the years. I grew up. But now he's coming back. And I'm worried.Just when I thought this couldn't get worse.JaylaRemember what I said about not liking parties? Yeah. Now add dressing up to the list of things I hate about parties.I throw my closet open and groan when I see that I have practically nothing to wear. My entire closet is filled with either worn out jeans and shirt outfits or summer dresses, which are definitely not meant for a party like this.Even though I doubt any other packs are invited, our own pack is big enough. It has about 800 members with 300 school going members. I miss Katherine being here. That girl always had a talent of finding something presentable for a party in my trashy closetFinally I settle for blue skinny jeans, white crop top and a pair of strappy heels. It's a rather cute kind of outfit and it suits me well. I quickly plug in my curling iron as I do a bit of makeup.I apply some concealer under my eyes and on my eyelids as a base before taking my palette to do a quick smoky eyelook. Then I take my black eyeliner from YSL and do a quick wing. I add some
JaylaI turn around to see who it was that spoke and I gasp loudly."Harry?" I whisper, shocked to the marrow. All the memories begin to clutch at my sanity and I let them over take me.It was our first year anniversary and Harry decided to take me to a fancy restaurant for dinner."Harry!" I giggled as he tickled my sides before leaning in to kiss me.I kissed him back immediately, my arms wrapped around his neck and I angled our faces to deepen the kiss. He moaned in approval and put his arm around my waist, moving his lips against mine.I didn't feel any sparks. I didn't feel anything at all, but I still liked it for some reason. Sparks couldn't really exist, right? They were just fanatasies.My thoughts were interrupted when Harry began pushing his hand up my shirt, touching my skin. I clenched his shirt, not liking the feeling. I didn't like it when he touched me like that but he took it as a signal of pleasure and began touching me further up. His finger brushed the underside of
Jayla"Harry," I whisper, shocked. He just smirks and moves closer to me.My eyes widen and I panic, backing up. My back touches the cold railing and I realize that I'm in a balcony with practically no way out. My eyes desperately move to the door but he is guarding it, standing directly in front of it. There is no way of escaping.His smirk widenes and he starts pressing against me. I look away, disgusted."Move!" I say but my voice comes out weaker than I intended because I'm fucking scared.I clear my throat and try again, pushing his chest. "Move!"I don't like touching him at all but as it is, I don't really have much of a choice. He doesn't even budge but I'm not surprised about that. Putting his hands on either side of my waist, he leans closer. "Why so shy now, love?" he coos, twirling a piece of my brown locks between his fingers.Him being near me isn't a nice feeling. He doesn't give me any tingles like Tyler. In fact my body rejects him in every way possible. I can feel my
JaylaFalse heat drugs are something created by witches. They include essential oils, natural extracts, regular drugs and of course, spells. Since they are produced via magic and spells, they don't have an antitode.Not a lot of people use these drugs, though. That is because they are really expensive, and they can cause a lot of pain if not used correctly.Heat is not only painful, but complicated too. A lot of people confuse heat with sexual desire or arousal but they are actually different.Sexual arousal is usually for a particular person and is as a result of an action or situation, like by someone grinding against you, or you being involved in a sexual activity. Whereas, heat is not for a particular person and is a matter of time. A marked wolf falls into heat every new moon until the mating process is completed. Heat is just the unquenchable need of your body for release.If a werewolf's human mate is in heat, then only their mate can quench it. Whereas, if a werewolf's wer
TylerChase growls inside me because we now know the reason that bastard drugged our mate. But he has already been captured and is being taken care of, and now we have a mate who is in heat to take care of.My eyes wander around the room and i realize that we have a hell of a lot of audience. The men that had come in to see the commotion and to help us dispose Harry off are still in the room. Most of them are unmated and I don't miss the glint of lust in their eyes as they look at Jayla, groaning and suffering on the bed.They are all eyeing my mate with clear lust evident in their eyes, some with dark eyes-meaning their wolf is in control- and I growl angrily.I see Jasper too struggling. His eyes are fixed at the ground and his palms are curled into fists. His jaw is clenched and his eyes constantly change colors showing that he is fighting with his wolf. Being an alpha, his wolf instincts are the strongest, but it makes Chase and I happy that he is trying to control himself.From t
JaylaI shut my locker with a slam and duck my head. I hug my books closer to my chest as I make my way out of the corridors, trying not to pay attention to the murmuring that is following me.From the corner of my eye, I notice students shamelessly pointing at me and whispering to themselves. Some give me pitiful looks, while others give me cold looks and snicker at me.I clench my books closer to me and lower my head to hide my face with my hair. More than half of our school population is werewolf, and more than ninety percent of them know all about what happened yesterday.The scene that Tyler created on my birthday, paired with what happened yesterday has stirred up gossip and has led to me becoming the center of attention of Braham High. That's just great.I am two seconds away from being a part of the Mean Girls movies . I won't be surprised if a director comes to me to take my life story as an inspiration.Everyone believes that me and Tyler did it last night, and now I am bei
Jayla "I...uh..." Shane scratches his neck sheepishly as he tries to form a sentence. "You know.""No, I don't know," I say curtly, narrowing my eyes at him.He always scratches his neck when he has done something wrong. I know him.He bites his lip and looks at me with his big blue eyes. "Please don't be mad at me, Jay, but I kinda broke my promise. I just got so engrossed in training."I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, as I remember the last day before he left."What? Today?" I paced around in his room worriedly as he threw clothes from his closet into his suitcase. "What do you mean by you are leaving today?"Shane ignored me and continued packing hurriedly."What about school? You haven't completed senior year yet. It's just a matter of eight months! Complete it, get your diploma and then go. What's the hurry?" I queried.The fact that Shane was talking about leaving right then, scared me and all I could think about was how he would manage. He needed to complete high school
JaylaTyler's blunt question catches me off guard. Should I tell him the truth? I decide to take another approach.I take a deep breath and nod my head confidently. "Obviously, I regret it. Infact, I'm glad you stopped. I'm glad that we didn't end up mating because I would have regretted it a lot this morning."Tyler growls at my bluntness and he pins me against the table by placing both of his arms on either of my sides. His eyes turn black, telling me his wolf is trying to take control. He is filled with nothing but rage and his jaw ticks in fury."Oh, really?" he grits out. "You regret it, huh?"I nod, my eyes challenging him. I am doing this deliberately. I want to get a reaction out of him. It gives me some sort of sadistic joy in knowing I can affect him like this."So you're telling me that if I do this," he says, leaning in to brush his lips against mine, "that you will stop me?"I gasp and my heart starts thudding fast when l feel his lips against mine. Even though he barely