As Clary struggled to get out of the strong grip of Lola’s wolf, her mind immediately reminded her of when she was being choked by her dad when she had told him about going to the Moon festival.Tears streamed from her eyes freely and she tried to fight her way out but Lola’s wolf was way too strong. Her lungs began crying for air and her chest had a tight sensation. Right now was when she needed her wolf, but like always, it was quiet. “Please, I need your help,” She begged her wolf in her head, and almost instantly, she felt a strength that steadily grew. Her bones began to ache and grow, breaking and twisting. But then it all stopped. She felt the strength flee away and she became limp as Lola squeezed her throat even tighter. “That would teach you to never disrespect me again,” Lola said and then finally let go of Clary when she saw that the omega was about to lose consciousness. She allowed Clary to slump to the floor and watched her as she coughed and gasped for air. Lola th

Clary opened the door of the car and got down. A few eyes fell on her, and normally, she would have felt insecure, shy, or self-conscious, but it was much different. She was not concerned about the people looking at her getting out of a very expensive car, she was more concerned about the waiter that was serving a couple on the right side of the restaurant; her mom. She kept staring at the lady but quickly looked away and walked into the restaurant to not make it too obvious. The place was packed and had a lot of people, but she was soon escorted to a table at the back. Clary sat down and adjusted the dress she was wearing. She touched a hair for a few seconds and waited for a waiter so she could order. Yes, she was hungry, but she barely wanted to eat. She was way too excited to meet her real mom. She had dreamed of this moment forever. It was a beacon of hope for her to keep going on when life was hard and crappy. But when Mr. Clark told her that her mom was dead, her heart was

Clary allowed Ace to hold her hand. The moment their skin touched each other, it was like electricity. She felt her heart flutter as butterflies danced in her stomach. She could not help but smile. “Are you okay?” She asked him. Ace adjusted himself and sat on the bed as he kept holding Clary’s hand. He blinked a couple of times to make sure that he was not dreaming. He could not believe that she was back. “Yeah, yeah. Especially now that you’re here with me,” He said in a breathy way as he maintained eye contact with her. Selena felt like throwing up and she really wanted to say something; to stop whatever nonsense Ace was doing with Clary, but Mr. Clark must have noticed it because he gave her a small tap on her shoulder, so she kept quiet. Clary felt her cheeks warm up. She tried to break eye contact with Ace but it was hard. Her chest was filled with a warm and fuzzy feeling that she enjoyed. She cleared her throat gently and then finally spoke, “I believe that it’s the weaken

His fangs sank into Clary’s neck, causing her to release a moan of pleasure. She was so aroused that her mind spun. She wanted Ace, and now that all reason and sense had left her, she did not care. After the marking process, their bond became stronger, in which now they could not only feel each other’s emotions but could read each other’s minds. Clary had never felt this way before, it was euphoric. Ace started to hump her and she could not contain her moans each time she felt his manhood on her bare skin. She wanted him inside of her but he was taking his own time to do that. She knew that he was teasing her, and that made her go even crazier. “Please…” She begged him as she locked eyes. She saw that the alpha’s eyes had darkened and he had a dangerous smirk on his face that made her heart pound in her chest. She could already feel the wetness between her legs. “Let me hear you say it,” Ace said to her in a husky voice that was smeared with passion. “I want to hear you say it.” H

Clary’s heart doubled its pace and she took a step back. “Dad,” She said in a small voice filled with a fear that she was too familiar with. She wanted to tell him that she did not mess up, but the truth was that she did. She did mess up but she was the one that decided to leave, she was not thrown out. The preacher was shirtless and had dirty stained trousers on. His hair was longer and his beard was unruly and not taken care of at all. He used to only have a stubble when she had left, but it was now a full beard. “Don’t call me, don’t call me that!” The preacher lunged at Clary but missed and fell to the floor. He was too drunk for any good of an aim. “I am not your father, you piece of dirt!” He spat the words at her as he tried to get up from the hardwood floor. Clary watched the man with fear choking her. “You think I don’t know that?” She bravely responded. She was way too hurt and stressed for his bullcrap tonight. She was tired of being treated terribly. “You think I don’t