Kaya’s POV I run the brush through my tangled locks sighing as I threw away another hairball. Perks of having kinky hair.  Running a hand through it, I loosened all the curls, letting its fuzzy waves drop to my shoulders. My hair was usually straight but I had just washed it, and let’s just say it was about time I did. One more day and things could have gotten nasty. I stared at my reflection through the bathroom mirror, taking a deep breath out. Nothing out of the ordinary except the obvious curls that lined the frame of my face. I did look more like my mom every day that was for sure. Her nose was gifted to me as was the outline of her face. But Dad had quite the side, he blessed me with his round ears and thick lips. Lord bless my thick lips. I would say that was the major attractive thing about my face. I wasn’t afraid to admit it too. Tightening my nightgown, I gave my hair one last look and tug before going off to bed. From

Kaya’s POV  I slowly opened my eyes, trying in vain to adjust to the sunlight rays before giving up the fight and yawning. Curling up further into bed despite it being already morning I felt a strange feeling of warmth and satisfaction tickling my back like I had the best night sleep one could ever have. I opened my eyes at this thought wider as it settled on me why I was feeling like this. It was because I dreamt of him.  I shut my eyes furrowing back into the warmth trying to somehow clear my head but after another ten minutes of failed attempts, I decided to wake up. Today felt like such a beautiful day and I didn’t want to waste it. I had awoken with a new appreciation of life in the rawest form, actually amazed I was blessed enough to breathe. Yes, I was extremely happy and light for some reason. My body felt as light as a feather and so-so relaxed. I breathed out, sitting up in bed stretching. My body felt like it had

KAYA'S POV I stared at the shadows that danced around my cream-white ceiling my fingers twitching, it was quiet as it should be in the middle of the night, with only the sound of my soft shallow breaths filling the air. Tuning over, I shifted my weight to the left trying to find the best position to sleep in. Secretly, I was trying to find the position I slept in the other night. See I had this theory. You know how when you have a good dream and then something stupid wakes you up and then you try to get back to the dream you had before you were interrupted by sleeping in the same position as before? I was trying that, I wanted to continue the dream I had. It was stupid I know but deep down I couldn't deny the attraction I had for Azian. And who could blame me?  If I couldn't have him in real life why couldn't I have him in my dreams? It was just a dream, after all, dreams were harmless. I could imagine what could have been if it

Azians POV  I stared blankly up at the ceiling feeling like I was trapped somewhere within my body, and yet I was still lost. My eyesight felt blurry and I had to let it focus for a moment. My chest was thick with an emotion I couldn’t quite discern, a feeling inside me that just didn't want to clear. I couldn't believe she had sent me away, told me to leave. I could see the questions that had been floating in her mind, wanting to finally get rid of me. I didn’t know why I felt so angry within myself, to the point where it felt like raw hate oozing out of me. I growled sitting up and tossing my pillow into the wall with so much force it actually made a dent in the wall. I stared at it breathlessly, unable to keep myself from panting harshly. The truth of the matter was that I had not fed from her energy as much as I needed and I was starting to feel week as the little I had drained from me, which made me angry, and Alpha livid.  My

KAYA'S POV. I watched the houses move past us as my aunt turned the car to the next street. The day seemed cold, the sun was blocked out by the clouds, and if anything it felt like the whole world knew where we were headed and was begging me not to go. Well it was too late now, in exactly five minutes we would be pulling up to that house/ My fingers played with my curly soft hair, as I rested my head against the car seat, my mind rushing back to my dream. I had to be going crazy... These dreams were so realistic I could swear they were, but I always woke up in the end so they have to be. There was no other explanation for them. "What are you thinking about?" Ally asked from behind me. She was seated alone in the back of the car, whilst I was in the front with Aunt Lily. "Honey if you don't want to go just say it and I'll turn this car right around. Lord knows we are walking into the lion’s den" Aunt Lily replied with a