[Forgiveness over Hate] SIERRA I rested my elbow on the table and put my chin on it, gazing out the window. Ms. Dorothy never interfered with my personal life like that before today. Regardless of how many times we (Jensen, Katie, and I) visited the cafe, she would mostly greet us, take our orders, then tell us to enjoy our meal. We always did that unbothered. Color me surprised when she intervened, as though it was something she always did. What bothered me most was her lack of interaction with Sebastian. Did she have something against him? What was it about him being here with me that bothered her? Since I started eating here, I was never rude to her or the other employees, and I didn't want to start now. Hence the reason I said little about Jensen and Katie. It didn't concern her. Sebastian was another customer, and she should've treated him as such instead of giving him the third degree. Ms. Dorothy had always treated us as her frequent customers. Sometimes she would even g

[Unrequited Love] ARIANNE I curled up in bed with the sun beaming down on my face, eyes swollen and sleep-deprived. Since I came in last night, I hadn't moved from this spot on the bed. Nor had I slept a wink. My entire body ached, and it was all because Zach couldn't accept what was. Everything was going so well between us. We'd found each other, and although I was still head over heels in love with Sebastian—unsure if that would ever change—he could have given me the time I asked to at least try to make our relationship work. "Are you being serious right now? Mates are supposed to love each other. One isn't supposed to put the other on the back burner while they love another. It doesn't work like that," screamed Sable in my head. "What the hell would you know?" I grumbled at her and closed the link. Even that was giving me a headache. The last thing I needed was someone else telling me what I did was wrong when I knew it wasn't. I loved Sebastian with my whole heart. In my h

[The Trail] SIERRA The next day, I was sitting at my writing desk, staring at a blank sheet of paper. I was damn near frustrated and angry at my lack of words. I'd been sitting there for about an hour. Still, I couldn't think of what to say or how to begin the letter. "How hard is it to string a few words together?" I banged my hand on the desk and winced with regret. "Ow!" "Okay, Sierra. Calm down. Take a deep breath..." I inhaled deeply and held my breath for another second. "... and exhale." As I did. All I needed were a few words. A few words to explain why I was writing this letter rather than addressing this matter face-to-face. And why I chose to leave with a man I hardly knew. Another few minutes went by and the words still refused to come. My brain was hurting from overthinking it, and I was certain my eyes would pop from their sockets soon enough after staring at the paper for so long. But I refused to sit there and force words out of my head. They should come naturally,

[Welcome Home Luna] SIERRA "Angel," a faraway husky voice called out, followed by a gentle hand on my thigh, shaking me awake. "Mm-mm, five more minutes." I groaned, swatting at the hand on my thigh. The person then chuckled. "Angel, as much as I love to watch you sleep, I’m afraid we are here." That perked me right up. I bolted upright, eyes wide, staring at the handsome face beside me, but when my eyes scanned the outside, that was when my curiosity got the better of me. Save for the most luxurious three-story structure. All around me were only trees, staring back at me. Trees on my left, my right, and even behind us. "Uhm, Sebastian?" "Yes Angel," he answered immediately, his voice a chipper to my dreary tone. "You said we were going to your pack." My eyes fluttered around the outside and I spotted seven people smiling and waving at us. "Sebastian, where are we and who are those people?" Instead of answering my slew of questions, he chuckled and exited the car. My hea

[The Recruit] Arianne Unbelievable! It was just unbelievable. How could he? Of all the ways Sebastian had laid his hands on me, it was never in this manner. Never with such rage and cruelty enough to want to kill me. I paced back and forth in my room, glaring every so often when I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror. Look at what I have become. A shell of the woman I once was and all for a man. For years, I pined and chased after a man who never cared to love me or reciprocate an ounce of the feelings I so adamantly carried for him. Yet, did he care? Not in the slightest. Not even when he barreled into me relentlessly, day after day, week after week, and month after month. How had I let myself become so used? How did I let myself become this person? I blew out a breath and wrapped my hands around my neck. Both the bruises from my father's and Sebastian's tyranny had already healed. Thank you, Goddess. Often enough, I pondered what my life would have been like if I hadn'