Lahat ng Kabanata ng Violets and Ash: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Hael – One Day Earlier“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I drawled, not bothering to lower my voice since most of the wolves here were too piss drunk to locate their cocks let alone eavesdrop on our conversation.Even if I had wanted to go unnoticed, it didn’t matter. Mykelle had a big mouth, and only a threat against her mate would shut her up. Too bad she knew I couldn’t follow through on them, even if I wanted to.“Stop looking so fucking miserable, Hael. Do you want your father to kick your ass when you get home?” She hissed, her lips peeling back to reveal straight white teeth.The liquor that rolled off her breath was pungent, bringing back urges I’d long suppressed. There was no time for a drink, not for me anyway. Now wasn’t the time for slip ups. These wasteful excuses for werewolves were intoxicated from the alcohol and nicotine, from the women that were ordered to faun over their every

Violet‘No, Lacey. Not a chance in hell. We’re trapped here, don’t you get that? You can’t have us storming out there and threatening the future alpha of this pack.’ I hissed, pacing the length of the insanely large pantry. In between my heated argument with Lacey, I wondered why anyone would need a room so large for a bunch of canned goods and miscellaneous snacks. ‘Goddess, I don’t get what his problem is with me?’I bit back a girlish scream when the doors were yanked open, and light poured in.Norma’s stern face morphed into one of exhaustion and sympathy.“You didn’t take a hint of my advice, did you child?” She sighed, her shoulders sagging beneath the dirty apron she still wore.Sinking my teeth into my lower lip I mumbled pitifully, “I tried. I really did. I don’t—I don’t know where I went wrong.” As sympathy shifted into worry

VioletI’d seen Hael very little during school that Tuesday.What glimpses I managed were in the halls, but he always had someone hovering at his side. Most often it was Mykelle, with her deeply tanned skin and perfectly coiled hair, a glare ready to go regardless of the time.The other students had plenty to say to me, plenty of petty insults about the picture Mykelle leaked of me in the kitchen. Neither she nor Hael looked my way, though I had a sneaking suspicion he knew where I was at all times.It wasn’t until after school that he decided to grace me with his presence, without Mykelle at his side.I’d spent the last two hours scouring Olive’s Link profile, which sounds humiliating and excessive, but there was one specific bit of information I was searching for. There had been thousands of pictures posted by her, each one more different than the next.From the black and white candid’s, to the nature scenes t

VioletI should’ve realized something was wrong when that afternoon Sylvia’s driver wasn’t waiting at the pick-up area.Half an hour I stood there watching as students piled into cars worth more than the houses in my old pack. When I heard the curly-haired football player Kota mention something about a half a million-dollar sports car to a couple of his buddies, I nearly toppled over.Only when the students and staff dwindled into nothingness and the middle-aged crossing guard began to flash me glances of sympathy, I decided walking might be my only option.“Did your ride ditch you or something?” A disgruntled but very much feminine voice asked. When I turned around and saw that the owner of that voice belonged to Olive Chen, I wasn’t sure how to reply. Her slender lips, which were painted a deep shade of plum, twisted into a sour pout at my silence. “Oh, you’re too good for me now that you’ve spent a single lunch with Holden Cartier?”“I—no, of course not.” I interjected, smoothing o

Hael“Aw, come on! You can’t be serious. What kind of right hook was that?” Cole groaned dramatically, flattening his hands against his face. Peeking through his fingers, he muttered listlessly. “Can’t believe they penalized you for that…wasn’t even your fault.”“Wolfsbane does wonders to the body.” I said dryly, glaring daggers at the fucker on the television that cost me last weeks fight.I knew he’d been tweaking the second he stepped into the ring, but I’d been too amped up to give a shit and chose to pummel him anyway. Turns out the guy had a mild form of the rogue gene, so his enhanced strength and speed were admirable but ultimately paled in comparison to the ‘superior genetic make up of an Original Wolf descendant’, spoken directly from the mouth of my father.“It does, doesn’t it? Too bad the high feels like shit. Can’t stand waking up with that foul taste in my mouth.” Cole grimaced, but the sour expression lasted a second before he let out a deafening howl and cheered my vi