My Bad

Arabella's POVI blinked up at him.Did I understand it right? Did he want me to be the Head Healer? Me? My fingers, which had been absent mindedly playing with the fabric of his sleeve, stilled. A slow, disbelieving laugh escaped me. "Ash," I said, voice low, "are you serious right now?" His jaw tightened, that familiar stubborn set to it. "Dead serious." I pulled back, just enough to search his face. His eyes were dark, intense…like he was already bracing for a fight. And hell, he should be. He should know that was not a right thing to do… playing with someone's mind. "You know what you are saying, right?" I pressed. "The Head Healer has always been from the Witch Clan. Always been someone with pure Healer blood. And I…" I gestured at myself, scoffing. "I am a goddamn mutt, Ash. A weird ass wolf at that.May be a drop of witch blood I am not even sure what kind of a bastard I am….a whole lot of nobody may be. Your pack won't accept this. Your mother sure as hell won't." Hi

Out of control

Arabella’s POV I ran. Yes I did! I always ran away from everything…anything that overwhelmed me. Why? Why? Because anxiety burnt my lungs. My skin prickled. And worst of all…those things were happening to me again that I couldn’t explain. Every time my emotions spiked, my body reacted in ways that made zero sense. Lights flickered when I passed streetlamps. The wind kicked up sometimes like it was answering my rage. And then sometimes things like what happened at the rogue attack,happened. And now, as I sprinted past the pack borders, my fingers sparked. Literally sparked. "What the actual hell?!" I hissed, shaking my hands like I could fling the weirdness off. A sharp, electric jolt shot up my spine. “No, no, no…" I gasped, skidding to a stop as my vision blurred. "Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP!" That’s when I slammed into something hard. Something that growled. I stumbled back…right into a pair of hands that gripped my shoulders. "Whoa there, lightning bug," a

Kill me

Arabella’s POVI woke up warm.Too warm.The softness beneath me registered first.I was on a bed, plush. Then I noticed the weight of a blanket,comforting. My fingers twitched, curling into it's soft fabric..Where the hell am I?I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light filtering through gauzy curtains. The room was… masculine. Dark wood, leather, the faint scent of smoke. Then it hit me.Hades!!! I must have fainted while he brought me here. I bolted upright but then froze.The blanket slid down, and a rush of cold air hit my bare skin.Oh no!!! I yanked the covers back up, heart slamming against my ribs. I was naked. Completely naked.What. The. Actual. Hell.My mind raced. The last thing I remembered was collapsing against Hades, my magic burning me out from the inside. Then… nothing.Did he…?I clenched my jaw, fingers digging into the sheets. No. No way. Even Hades wasn’t that much of an asshole. RightI scrambled backward, dragging the blanket with me until I h

Asshole

Arabella’s POVArrrgh! The clothes smelled like him.I told myself I didn't notice as I yanked the black t-shirt over my head. It hung to my thighs.The sweatpants too were way bigger. I had to pull the drawstring tight around my waist.I definitely didn't press the collar to my nose.Shut it, Bella! The door was locked. Of course it was. I rattled the handle anyway, growling when it didn't budge."Let me out, you oversized racoon!"Nothing.I kicked the door. Then immediately hopped on one foot because, “Ow!That hurt!” Yup, that was how my ‘powers' worked.Never showed up when I needed them. Nope! Stupid Hades! Stupid solid door! Stupid—The lock clicked.I straightened instantly, smoothing down the shirt.The door swung open.Hades stood there, keys dangling from his finger, that insufferable smirk still plastered across his face. He'd changed too—dark jeans, a grey henley with the sleeves pushed up, exposing those forearms that looked like they'd been carved by someone with a very

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My Bad

Out of control

Kill me

Asshole