บททั้งหมดของ Fated Fairy Tales: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Ora’s POV Principal Cross delivered a substantial speech highlighting the religious values of our school and the code of conduct each of the pupils is expected to follow. He then expressed his deep disapproval of the altercation between Tina and me. He then told us how God had witnessed the entire thing and would judge us accordingly. I sat there and held back my smile. Because I hope he has watched every interaction I have ever had with Tina and how she has been spared every time. Until today. As for my aunts. There is no doubt that my aunts adhere to a faith and engage in the worship of a higher being. But they do not pray to the same god as Principal Cross and I. It’s not even a god they worship, it’s a goddess. They didn’t tell me which goddess they believed in. They said they didn’t want to confuse me and that when the time was right. When I know the truth, I will know who to pray to. But for the time being, I was to attend a school that taught from the Catholic Bible. T

Ora’s POV No matter what day it is, my alarm goes off at 6 am. On weekdays, Aunt Jo takes me for a long run in the mornings before I have to shower and get ready for school. As it gets dark early, I like to go for a walk. Spend a little time alone before we have an intense training session. I love the days I can make her sweat. The best days of all are when I can knock her on her butt. But that rarely happens. On the weekends, I train harder and help tend to the farm. Aunt Jayne encourages me to learn about all the herbs and plants we grow and their purposes. I also help in the kitchen. Aunt Josie is an amazing cook. But this Saturday I have to go litter-picking. But I don’t care. It was worth it. Tina got what she deserved. It also helps the environment. Win-win in my book. My alarm goes off at 6 am. Getting up, I couldn’t help but feel a little excited. I think it’s simply because of the change of routine. I met Aunt Jo downstairs for breakfast. It’s the most important meal

Benson’s POV Of all the things to tell her aunt she was hiding. A kitten? I could taste the bitterness in my mouth. Talk about how to offend a man, never mind the son of an Alpha. But when she said two of her aunts hated cats and would stay away from the barn if they knew one was inside. I swallowed my pride and ate some snacks Ora brought me. We climbed up to the ‘loft’ as Ora called it. This was to avoid anyone seeing me, and so I didn’t scare any animals they had around. I was also grateful to avoid the cat litter she scattered around. Ora must spend some time up here, as there are books and flashlights. Sitting on a bale of hay, Ora sat next to me and we both turned to face one another. We talked for a while. About my family and friends. Where I was from in America. I didn’t go into detail about my shifter life. She would have thought I was delusional and called the men in white suits. Ora told me how she lived with her three aunts. They adopted her when she was very

Ora’s POV I looked out of the window, daydreaming about Benson’s kiss. “Where is Aunt Jo?” I asked. I am curious as we always drive here together. It’s not that they ever come inside with me. It’s only because I attend a Catholic school that I go, as the school requires all students to attend church once a week. Aunt Josie and Aunt Jayne don’t think I notice their side glances, but I do. “She’ll be here soon. She just had something to deal with back on the farm.” “Got it,” I replied, continuing to stare out the window. Father David and his wife Stella are greeting people outside the church. “Hello, ladies,” he says as we all approach. He is a chubby man who is always happy to see everyone. “Can I interest you in joining us today?” He asks cheerfully. He always invites my aunts to join the service. But my aunts always politely decline. They tell him week after week that they are women of faith. But their faith differs from his. He still asks regardless, though. After t

Jo’s POV “Where the hell are they?” I shouted as I tried to find my nunchucks. They are here somewhere. When I move a sword, a bunch of things fall. I growled in frustration, but stopped when I remembered Ora was outside. “For goodness’ sake,” I then shouted, kicking a shield. Something else that is out of place. The pain in my foot tells me it was a mistake. Why is there a shield on the ground, anyway? I bend to pick it up and place it on a hook on the wall. Which is when I see the wooden handle of what I am looking for. “It’s about dammed time,” I say a bit too loudly. I bent down and grabbed hold of the handle. Now I’ve found one, the rest will be close by. “Jo,” Ora cries out. Not Aunt Jo. Simply Jo. But it’s the panic in her voice that catches my attention. I drop what I am holding and rush outside to see Ora running towards the house. That’s when I see the blue smoke. This is just one of the many warning signs we have implemented over the years. The house is under attack an