~Aria I'm out of bed in the second. The sound of the scream was one of pain, of panic. And right beside my room, through the wall. Heart racing, I back up, wondering what to do. My mind can't seem to fathom fully what is going on; being delirious on sleep, the darkness curling around my mind. What do I do? Am I the hero that will save the day from something I'm under about? I can't just sit here and not do anything...I run out the room, stumbling into the hallway with my hands in front of me. Wherever the light switch is, I doubt I'm going to find it. Instead, I run my fingers along the wall, getting closer to the sound assaulting my ears. The moment my hand lands on the door handle, I exhale in relief. When I open the door, I can hear rustling coming from what is probably the bed. A struggle, and the shrill scream of pain. Luckily, the light switch is the same as in my room, so I flick it on, and let my eyes adjust to the light. Right in front of me, are two girls. Rose and th

~Aria"I don't know what to do," Zariah says, her index finger playing with the edge of the page.That is the first time I have heard her say those words. The way she bites her lip in thought, her eyebrows creased behind her thick rimmed glasses shows her discontent with herself. For the past hour, she has been thumbing through Malik's diary, not at all fazed by the fact that he knows it has been stolen.Brynn bangs her the back of her head back against the wall. "Who cares?""Me," Zariah snaps, glancing over at me and where I lay back on her bed. "Aria cares too."I'm curious. It isn't the fact that Malik has that, and puts dark red crosses on every girl who has been knocked from the competition, but the fact that all of us have some kind of wealthy background, with a parent or two in high positions. Right now, Zariah's early conspiracies seem more likely."And you never told us you were a billionaire," Zariah says pointedly, shooting a glare toward Brynn, who rolled her eyes."Multi

~AriaI wanted to die at that exact moment. I wanted to open one of the competitors doors open, march outside to throw myself off their balcony.Mortified didn't even begin to cover it, if I'm honest. Six feet under is where I would rather be right now, as Malik kept me securely perched on his shoulder, as he regarded the girl in front of us. Even as I try wiggle in protest, the Alpha doesn't allow for any room to even try to escape. "Reese," he says carefully. "What are you doing out of your room?"The girl doesn't move, her water still in her cup. From what I know of Reese, she is a modest girl, who enjoys books; a girl to my own heart. Seeing this may just be devastating to her, or at the very least, very frightening. If I saw Malik in this position with another girl, I would have left almost instantly. "I apologise Alpha, I was just heading back," the girl said carefully, backing up a few steps, before she turned and walked back down the hallway.There was only a moment that I n

~Aria I was halfway up the stairs towards our hotel room, before I realised we would be sharing one. My emotions made no move, but my mind whirled with the idea of it. This is an impromptu stop, and we were lucky to get a room as it is. Perhaps us sharing a room will get me another step closer to his necklace. Problem is, if I get a hold of it, what's next?Run all the way to the Discipline Pack? It would take him less than an hour and five men to find me again.The room wasn't too small. It had a large double bed situated in the middle, with side tables and a TV mounted on the wall. Sharing a bed with Malik is admittedly mortifying, and my palms start sweating every time my eyes find. Other than that, I believe I can handle staying here the night, even if it means hearing a raging storm outside the entire time."I'm sorry you don't have your clothes. My driver is still trying to find out where the other car is," Malik tells me, as I go to sit on the edge of the bed.It's ice cold i

~AriaI haven't seen Malik without so much stress in his shoulders. He looked young and carefree, showing his youth in a way that is contagious."Take your shoes off," Malik suggested, following his own words before he tore his shirt off. Despite his scars, he doesn't seem to care about running around with no shirt on in public. Not that many people are on the beach anyway, which is strange, since this is such a lovely day. Watching the waves tentatively inch their way up the flat sand, I can't help but be tempted to follow Malik. So barely thinking, I kick off my shoes and throw them far enough behind me so the waves wouldn't reach them.I watch Malik bravely back into the water. The way it hit the backs of his legs made me nervous, as if they might knock him over with a little more force."Come in, it's nice," Malik tells me with a playful smile.A braver wave hit my feet, the whitewash covering my toes. It was a strange kind of cold that drenched my entire body in shivers. It's no