I close the door in their faces, and stare down at the food they brought me. They can’t possibly know it’s me, right? They can’t know I’m their rival's daughter; my mom took steps to hide me. How did I not put it together once I saw Gunner and Dean together? Goddess, I’m so stupid.Are they just trying to be nice, since they thought I was sick? It’s sweet as long as this food isn’t poisoned. How am I going to keep my distance from them, if they’re showing up at my cabin? Goddess, help me.I walk to the trash can and throw away the food, even if there was something in here, I could eat, I have no appetite anymore. They did ask to come in. Was that so it’d be easier for them to grab me once the drugs took effect?Stop, Grace! You’re being paranoid! Pull yourself together! There’s no way for them to know who you are! They were just being nice!After my little pep talk, I take a deep breath and head to my room. I was thinking about taking a shower tonight, but now I’m nervo
“Yeah, that’s how I refer to people who don’t tell me their names. By their eye color.” I explain, Sarah’s eyes dart to green eyes. “But his eyes aren’t green. I mean greens in there, but they’re not just green.” Sarah says, and my eyes dart to his. They’re green! What the heck is she talking about? I lean closer on the table, to look better. Everyone at the table now paying attention. Why do I only see green? Are they crazy, or am I? Sarah laughs, “All of their eye color is actually pretty close to yours, except around their pupils is more yellow, where yours is golden.” I stare at her in disbelief and then shake my head, “No. They all have different eye color. That and their scent, how else would you tell those two apart.” I say pointing to green eyes and Dean. Olivia laughs, “We don’t. I guess most of the time. You’re going crazy their scents the same too.” I narrow my eyes at her, “Are you guys fucking with me?” Everybody at the table laughs, but shakes their h
Issac eyes me the whole way to the door, but I give him a reassuring smile. With that Justin pulls him out of the classroom, as I make it to the front of the room. “Grace, your disruptions during class are very inappropriate.” Jefferson states and I nearly laugh. “With all due respect, Mr. Jefferson, if you didn’t point out every sound I made it wouldn’t be an issue.” I tell him and his eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in anger. “Grace, you may have the future Alpha protecting you right now but let me assure you that won’t always be the case. I suggest you take my warning and straighten up.” I roll my eyes having no idea what he’s talking about. Just because Issac stood up for me one time, he’s protecting me? “So, in your classroom we can’t have discussions, got it.” I turn on my heels and start walking away. His hand snatches my wrist, his claws come out slowly, piercing through my hoodie then my skin. I hiss in pain but hold his stare. “I suggest you stop acting lik
“Grace!” Jessica exclaims once I walk through the door. I smile widely at her. “Hey, Jessica!” I exclaim back to her. “What can I do for you?” She asks, standing up to walk closer to me. “Um… I was wondering if you could show me the nurses office.” She frowns, “What happened? Are you not feeling well?” She asks as she starts to put her hand on my forehead. I smile and shake my head. “It’s nothing big, I’m fine. Just need to see her.” Her frown deepens, but she throws her head in the direction down the hall.I follow her until we get to a well-lit room at the end of the hall. A lady looks up from her desk with a huge smile on her face. Her short brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail and green eyes are sparkling at me. Jessica nudges me into the room, “Grace here needs to speak with you.” The nurse stands and walks over to me, “Okay! Hi Grace, I’m nurse Shelia. What seems to be the problem?” She asks nudging me to the bed. Jessica stands in the corner, waiting
My brother’s and I circle around Grace as she clutches her stomach with her uninjured hand and refuses to move her other hand. “Grace, let me see your stomach.” I say aiming to head for her hoodie. My mate is injured and all I can think about is to what extent. She slaps my hands away still grimacing in pain. “No! Don’t touch me. I’m fine!” She yells, causing me to pull back a little bit. Any thought that thought maybe the hoodie wasn’t hiding something falls out the window right then. By the look on both my brother’s faces, I know they’re thinking the same thing.“Okay Grace. Can we pick you up, so we can get you to the nurse's office?” Dean asks calmly. “No. I’m fine.” She says, quieter now. She grimaces as she attempts to sit up. Her breathing labored and I can hear how fast her heart is beating. I want nothing more than to hold her to my chest, easing her pain. I don’t know if that part of the bond can be felt by her yet, but we could try. I can’t stand to see
I wake up, and the first thing I see is Sarah sleeping on a chair in the corner, still wearing the same clothes she was in yesterday. I grimace when I try and sit up, I look down hoping no one touched me in my sleep. I’m still dressed in yesterday's clothes so that’s good. I sit on the edge of the bed dreading the act of pulling my body into a standing position, but I really need to pee, and I wouldn’t mind a shower. I hear a gasp then someone stumbling over to me. I look over at Sarah again, she’s smiling and yawning on her way over to me. “You stayed the night?” I ask, pretty surprised that someone I meant yesterday stayed the night to make sure I was okay. She laughed, “We all did. Your living room looks like the aftermath of a frat party.” I stare at her wide-eyed than laugh. Why would they all stay with me? My thoughts are cut short when her arm lands in front of me. I look up at Sarah and she nudges me to take her arm to help me up. “You’ve been asleep for a while.
I walk myself to the dining hall, granted it takes a bit longer than usual. I don’t know why what Dean says bothers me so much. It’s not like I even like him like that, the thought hasn’t even crossed my mind. Maybe Issac intense stare this morning got to me. Made me think there might be more going on than I thought. But that was with Issac. Why am I projecting those thoughts onto Dean? I grab my apple and water and go to sit down. Issac and Gunner take the spots next to me. Their scents immediately engulfing me, strangely making the pain in my torso not hurt so bad. Gunner has a Caramel and vanilla scent that mixes well with Issacs. I find myself trying to lean more into them just so I can bast in it. Then I remember that I’m just a pack member to them. Not that I should care, even if we were into each other, there literally can’t be a future for us. Their family will only see me as a golden ticket, to take charge in the conflict between our packs. I shake my head, try
I finally get to see my mate again today, after not seeing her since breakfast. She wasn’t at lunch, and I’m not sure where she was, but I’m sure she’ll be here. Issac walks over to me, looking around me. “Is she here yet?” I shake my head. “Where’s Dean?” I finally look at him, he has something he needs to tell us, it’s written all over his face. “What happened?” He grimaces, “Lets wait for Dean.” I’m about to respond when Dean comes over sulking. He’s been like this since what he said to Grace this morning.He wasn’t trying to hurt her, but it’s one of those rules with the mate bond. He didn’t want to say something to make her think we were head over heels after two days, regardless of if we are or not, making her possibly think there’s a bond. “Good, Dean. Has dad said anything more about Mr. Jefferson.” Issac asks, instantly making my hair stand on end. What the fuck did he do to our girl now? Dean looks up at Issac, anger already clearly evident in his gaze. “No.
The last twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind of emotions. More intense than I’m used to. I’m definitely going to have to get used to caring more than usual. I don’t have an option when it comes to her.And when it comes to her, I will protect her with my life. I may have respected her decision to not talk about her scars right now, but that conversation is not over. I will be finding out who her father is, and I will be taking care of it. Probably her so called brother too. Who stands by and lets their father do this to their sister? I still need to find out more about that though.I feel calmer, now that I’ve held her all day, but I can still feel my anger trying to push through.I swear she can sense these things, as she walks over to me leaning against me. Maybe she can. After that protective action she took with Issac, I have a feeling she’s going to have a strong wolf.Most wolves don’t show signs this early. My brothers and I did but it wasn’t anything like that, and we’re a
I’m pulled back from my memory, just as I’m about to reach my cabin and Sarah spins me around. She looks at me, sorrow taking over her features. That’s when I realize I’m crying. I quickly try and wipe them away, but they just keep falling. “They didn’t mean it. If they knew you were her, they never would have said that.” She says and I just stare at her, before I remember what she’s talking about.She thinks I’m crying because of what Dean said, but I’m not. I’m crying for what my brother was forced to do to me, repeatedly, I could literally count how many times. What Heath took from both of us, that’s something worth crying for. Not the words of someone who doesn’t truly know what he’s talking about.I still can’t stop the tears, so I just nod, turn around and walk inside to my room. Slamming the door behind me.I close my eyes trying to get some sleep, but it eludes me.New day, new me, I am Grace.New day doesn’t want to.He doesn’t, I am Grace.My mantra’s keep getting mixed up i
Trigger Warning! **Abuse**Ten years earlierI was woken up by someone pulling my hair and ripping me from my bed. I screamed as I tried to unravel myself from my pink comforter, so I have use of my limbs. Not that it will do me any good, I’m not allowed to fight back. I made that mistake once, never again.I know what this is about. I’ve been waiting for it all night, but of course he waited until I finally fell asleep.My brother lied again, saying I took a toy he was playing with, when I was playing with it first. I would have just given it to him had he asked, but he went straight to telling Heath. I would have done anything to avoid this.Alec doesn’t know this is what happens when he lies. I don’t know if he’ll ever know.Heath carries me all the way to my special room, by my hair. Tears streaming down my face. I don’t say anything though, learned a long time ago that it doesn’t matter, and will just make it worse. I could show him proof, and it wouldn’t matter.I don’t know why
I should be mad that he said he’d never ‘allow’ me, but all I can think of is how sweet it is that he wants to protect me. Then I remember I don’t deserve it.Here they are trying like hell to gain my trust when I’m lying to them backwards and forwards, they deserve better. Someone who can truly be with them.“I’ll call the healer.” Issac says, deciding Dean’s course of action is the only way. “No.” I say dryly, having decided that they’re too good for me.“Stop. I can see your pretty head turning. Whatever you’re thinking stop, we’re helping you. As friends. We’re doing this as your friends. Just let us do this.” Dean says, I narrow my eyes at him rolling my eyes. He just smiles at me in return.I guess I don’t plan on going back to Heath and if I run there’s going to be hell to pay anyway. What’s a few less scars?“Alright, let’s go eat. It’ll help your headache.” Gunner says, raising to his feet and grabbing my hand pulling me up from the bed. I relent easily and we all start makin
I wake up with a splitting headache, but my body is really warm. I snuggle closer to the warmness. Then, waking up a bit more I realize it’s a body. I shot up right, grabbing my head instantly at the pain of the sudden movement.The body next to me slowly moves off the bed and I slowly look up at it. But I’m not meant with one body, but three. The triplets.I groan throwing my head back into my hands. “Here.” Issac says, causing me to look up. He has a glass of water and pain killers which I take gratefully.I look over at Dean, who from where he’s standing, I know he was the one in the bed with me. “What happened?”All three of there jaws flex, but Gunner speaks, “Someone drugged you. We think they used the fight to distract us and drug you.” I gap at them.Then the realization hits me, “That stupid fucking bitch.” I mumble, but of course they hear me. “Who?” Gunner asks firmly, clearly wanting to know who I think did it. I look up and decide I’m tired of lying for that bitch. “Vera.
What the actual hell am I’m seeing right now? Why is our mate’s torso covered in scars.Her stomach covered with what must have been deep gashes, some look like they might have been sewn up by Grace herself. Her back. Oh Goddess, her back. Are those whipping marks? Then tally marks covering her arms. Tally marks? For what?My mind can’t even be excited about seeing my mate in only her bra.I glance at my brothers, Dean’s calm but shocked, Gunner however is shaking with anger. The next second, Gunner takes off. Dean tries to stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but Gunner looks up at him with murder in his eyes. “Unless you want me to shift and kill everybody at this party, I suggest you let me go.” Gunner growls, Dean releases him.Once the door slams shut behind Gunner, I sit in the chair beside the bed. My elbows resting on my knees and my hands pulling at my hair.Why would someone do this to her?Why is she protecting them?Why hasn’t she told us?It was her dad. I just know
There’s a fine line we must stay behind when it comes to letting Grace know we care about her, without telling her she’s, our mate. I may have made that harder when I told her we liked her, but I couldn’t stand by and make her think we didn’t want her. It seemed like a step back, making her think we didn’t want her just to turn around and convince her we do once she turns eighteen.It’s not against the rules to even be in a relationship before the bond snaps into place for both people, we just can’t tell her flat out or give hints.Which is proving to be more and more difficult.I’d hardly even consider what happened with Brycen a fight. Gunner pretty much just pushed him out of the cabin and that was it. I’m sure he wanted to do more, but he did save our girl, weather he’s a piece of shit or not.I had already told Vera that her a I weren’t a possibility. So, I’m not sure what she was trying to do coming over to us like that.I looked for Grace after we got Brycen out of the cabin an
What the hell happened last night? I made up with the triplets, just to be outed by their sister. The sister that’s hell bent on helping me, instead of letting me just leave. Ugh!A knock at my door, interrupts my staring at the ceiling time. The door creaks open, “You coming to breakfast today?” Gia asks, walking into my room slightly.I look over at her, as I’m still laying down in bed. “No, thank you.” I don’t want to move. I’m just going to lay here until the party.Which is exactly what I do. I finally get out of bed about an hour before the party, to get ready. Wearing jean shorts and a green hoodie, foregoing the tank top, because I’m sure it’s going to get hot at the party. Straightening my hair and adding a little mascara to my lashes, I walk out of my room. Gia and Olivia waiting in the living room for me.They’re both dressed similar, so I’m happy to see this isn’t a super dress-up party.We head over, silently. Them not understanding why I’ve secluded myself in my room all
I laugh shaking my head at them, “They did not tell me they loved me. We’re just friends' guys stop.” Olivia rolls her eyes, “Okay, whatever. You’re still coming to the ball.” I shake my head, “I can’t go to the ball. I have nothing to wear, and I’ve never been before. I don’t think I’d like it.” I half lie. Honestly, I’m nervous. I know I’m getting away with my hidden identity here, but there’s bound to be someone at the ball who has seen me before. I can’t risk it. Gia smiles, “Everybody’s nervous their first ball, but you’ll have us! And I’m sure we can find you something to wear!” Ugh! “Maybe. We’ll talk about it later; I need to take a shower.” I say, hoping to give myself time to come up with another excuse not to got go later. They finally relent letting me leave for my shower. It’s gotten pretty late, so I doubt I’ll have to deal with any of the other girls.I walk in and start heading to the shower, when I hear the door slam shut behind me and the lock click