All Chapters of Colorless : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The view here was even worse than the one from home. I had no clue where I was, besides that I was in a hospital. The last thing I remember was jumping over the cliff and then darkness. Was I in hell? I guess this was my own personal hell, lying in a hospital bed idly, listening to the annoying beep of the heart monitor, staring out at the grass swaying side to side. The hospital was quiet, unlike our pack's. I heard the squeak of the door as it opened, giving way for someone to enter. I couldn't catch a scent since I was not a werewolf and the person wasn't close enough; however, I could feel auras and the strong power-reeking aura I could feel belonged to what's his name. The man that rejected me. I didn't turn around, I didn't want to, so I continued to stare out the window, not acknowledging him. "You lied to me," I didn’t need to ask what, I just knew what he was referring to. I guess Amaya sold me out then. I couldn't blame her though, she didn't owe me anything and I wa

"You aren't the only one who has had to pretend every day like you were alright when deep down you are drowning. You aren't the only one who was born into a situation you couldn't handle. You think people judge you? Try being the omega trying to climb up the food chain. Maybe I was being insensitive, but could you really blame me? If I wasn't talking about my achievements, then I'd be talking about my struggles, my pain. I just wanted to make a name for myself. And I wanted to tell my friend all about it." She was crying now, the tears dripping down her chin and soaking her pants. I felt bile rise in my throat and my eyes fill up with tears. I was a horrible person. We had been friends for years, and I was too selfish to see that she was suffering. I had been too caught up in my own pain to see that the people around me were struggling too. All along, I had been acting like an entitled brat, calling her names and treating her like she was dirt under my shoes, but she was a person t

“Business," he replied cryptically. I eyed him suspiciously but didn't push it. I had my own secrets too. "You're coming with us, right?" He asked hopefully. I raised up my head to nod but paused when I thought of Amaya. It was her choice too; I couldn't decide for her. A few days ago, I would have agreed without a second thought and ordered her to come with me, but now, I wanted to give her a choice. I wanted to start treating her like a person, a friend, and not just a guard. "If it's okay with Ma-Emilia," my little slip didn't go unnoticed, but he nodded tensely. "Are you going to tell me who you're running from?" I shook my head sadly and avoided eye contact. He sighed and let go of me to take a few steps back. "You know I'll protect you, right?" "I know," "Then why won't you tell me?" "You're still a stranger," He frowned slightly, his face expressing his hurt, but he masked it quickly, giving me that blank expression. "You don't trust me?" I did, sort of, but I

It was raining, the stormy grey sky outside did nothing to ease my anxiety. It was like an omen warning me that this meeting was going to be a disaster. I mean, how could it not? What wolf in their right mind would allow their alpha mate with a human who is friends with a rogue wolf? To say I was nervous would be an understatement. My optimism really needed a recharge. We had thankfully arrived really late last night. It was impossible to call for a meeting at that hour, unless it was an emergency, but it wasn’t. It could wait, so that brings us to today, 10 a.m. to be precise. The alarm clock currently read 8:59 a.m. I have been pacing for almost an hour now. I woke up around 5:30 a.m. due to nerves and took a bath, shaved like a crazy lady, and curled my hair. The best outfit I owned was the one from the club, and I wasn't sure if it would be too much, so I opted for a simple pair of jeans and a sweater. Father always demanded I looked my best at all times. I didn't know what

Ciro's POV "Come on, you can't stay mad at me forever." "Says who?" Her eyes widened in realisation while I just smirked smugly. She spoke to me after three hours of silent treatment. I had to give it to her though, she was good, too good for my liking. "She speaks," my tone was sarcastic. She scowled and went back to her drawing. We were currently in my office, I had insisted she hang out with me in an attempt to get her to forgive me, and also to get to know her better. I was failing at both. "Come on," I drawled miserably. I wanted her to talk to me or look at me or touch me, or even kiss me. “Jasmine, I'm sorry," I wasn't. If I hadn't ignored her subtle cry for help then she wouldn't have said the things she said and she wouldn't have gotten accepted, not that it would have mattered. I recalled the feeling of pride emanating from my wolf after we witnessed our pack bow to our mate, their Luna. A small smile played on my lips. Sighing, I got up and moved tow