I'm Not Okay With This Season 2 Novels & Stories

That night, I stayed in with Beth, eating Chinese while we watched the rest of Breaking Bad on Netflix. I somehow couldn't get Sebastian's birthday out of my mind. "Can Jesse just marry me?" Beth said, sighing longingly. I didn't respond with my usual smart remark as usual. Beth noticed the tenses in my attitude and decided to question it. "Alright, what's wrong?" She asked, popping a piece of orange chicken into her mouth. "Nothing." "Is it about Sebastian's birthday?"

he spat. ‘That’s it. The old man’s completely delusional, Mina!’ Thora shouted in disgusted. ‘He just tried to kill his own son—and now he’s blaming Kaiden?! I’ve never seen anyone this toxic before. Dr. Sean would back me up if I said this man’s clinically insane,’ Thora ranted, pacing in my mind. Her frustration was contagious. The discomfort I’d been pushing down finally boiled over, and I said firmly: “I’m fine. But I’ve lost my appetite. May I go for a walk? My wolf needs to run—urgently,” I said to Alpha Krugan.

“Are you still attending the Ambrose benefit next Friday?” That’s her code for: Will you be presentable enough to sit quietly and make us look good in photos? “I’m not sure,” I say, carefully neutral. She hums. Not annoyed. Not surprised. Just… indifferent. “If you’re not feeling up to it, don’t worry. Anastasia should be back by then.” Right. Of course. The golden girl. The real daughter. The one who actually fits here. Julian doesn’t even look up. “Oh yeah, Anya texted. Said she booked her flight yesterday.”

Apparently, my life only became precious when there was almost none of it left. "Jordan... I'm sorry..." My father's voice broke. A man nearing fifty stood before me with tears running down his face. "Your mother and I were wrong. We're monsters. We had no right to treat you that way..." Alyssa stepped forward as well. Her lips trembled as though she wanted to say something, but not a single word came out. In the end, she dropped to her knees beside my bed in silent repentance. I looked up at the ceiling and let out a quiet laugh.

Like he wanted to be sure I was okay, even though I’m sure he knew deep down I wasn’t. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Yes.” I said giving him a nod. I don’t want to worry him, not tonight. I just want everything to go back to normal, or at least as normal as it can be. Even though I couldn’t shake what had just happened, the fact that I got to see Sara again. And how real it felt when she held me in her arms, but I didn’t want that to take over me. I wanted to focus for what’s to come, the sun was getting closer to fall and soon the moon will be coming out.

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

she said sternly. I released her hand, realizing this whole thing was escalating. She wasn't worth losing my composure. I sighed, collecting my thoughts. Teresa's return had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within me. Even though I had longed for her safe return, I couldn't deny that a part of me had enjoyed the peace in her absence. "You know what, Teresa?" I said, my voice strained. "You can as well disappear again if you want to. I don't care. And if you think I give a damn, you're wrong."

Several guards rushed forward and dragged me toward the medical room. As I passed Axel, I used the last of my strength to turn my head, wanting to look at him one more time. I wanted to ask him something. Would he just look at me? Look at my ruined skin, my bleeding stomach, my hands with every nail torn out… Could he really bear to see this happen to me after ten years together? Looking at me like this, did it not hurt him even a little? Yet he did not look at me. He stood with his body turned away, frowning as he listened intently to Elder Graystone describing Vanessa's "condition".

Trying to push away the unease that still lingered beneath my skin. He was steady. Controlled. Unshaken. Like none of this had affected him at all. And maybe it hadn’t. Or maybe… He just didn’t show it. I forced a small smile. Convincing enough. “I will,” I said. My voice came out calm. Too calm. But he didn’t question it. Didn’t push further. He simply nodded once, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before stepping back. Letting me go. This time…

Frank wasn’t working that day and Coralis didn’t like him being alone at home until she knew what the Howars were up to, so Sebastian and Stephanie stopped by. “Weird, yes. I never thought I would ever say that, but quite frankly, I’m looking forward to being done with the season. Don’t get me wrong, I still love playing the sport, but there is too much going on outside the field. It’s time,” said Sebastian, glancing at Stephanie. “Don’t lie, darling. You can’t bear that I could be a target too, and you want more eyes on me,” said Stephanie.