I breathe out a deep shaky sigh as I sit down in the chair at the back of the big classroom. My heart is beating hard against my chest and my eyes are darting to the students filling the room gradually, including Harper, my personal bully.
She looks so pretty and her confidence is incredible. Her hair is long and lustrous, flowing to her shoulders in an impressive manner. She is higher class, the kind that mingles with the Alpha.
I’m an omega, a low-ranked nobody, and Harper never fails to remind me of that every damn day. I hate her, and she knows, but she certainly doesn’t give a sh*t.
This is my last class for today and then I can go home and finally get out of this hellhole. Today is also the last day of school, the next time that I would be in a classroom would be months from now.
My anxiety is acting up and I don’t have my best friend with me today to defend me against sly insults from the other students. She’s the only one who makes going to this school worth it. She makes me forget that I come from nothing and treats me like royalty. I love her!
But sadly she had a doctor’s appointment today, so I’m alone.
Beacon High is a prestigious private school that costs almost a fortune to attend. Almost everyone who goes here is loaded and has connections. Even the Alpha goes here, though I rarely see him; we have only one class together and he does not even know that I exist.
The population of omegas in this school is less than 1%, and I am a part of that population. My parents can’t afford the tuition but I was lucky enough to get a full scholarship.
“Okay, class, settle down everybody,” Ms. Ross, our teacher, says with authority, causing everyone to give her their attention.
The class is now filled and everyone who takes this class is already here. A few chairs scrape against the floor as students sit in their respective seats. The once chatter-filled room is now quiet as we all wait to hear what Ms. Ross has to say.
Her class is only an hour and she is one of the teachers here that knows that I’m being bullied. She has tried to help me many times, but it only makes things worse, so I told her to back off.
“What the–” She says in disgust when she takes her marker to write on the whiteboard. The whiteboard has bold offensive language on it that makes my stomach turn.
I didn’t pay much attention to it when I first entered the classroom, but now that everyone is staring at me, I can’t help but feel like throwing up.
Even Ms. Ross is now staring at me, but with a look of pity and sadness.
“Who did this?!” She snaps, and Harper snickers.
I adjust my hoodie, wishing that I would just disappear. I stare at the words on the whiteboard and a knot forms in my throat.
The words are: OMEGAS ARE SLUTS.
Considering that I’m the only omega in this class, the person who wrote that should have just placed my name there.
“Slut…” I hear someone next to me say, and I try my best to ignore the person.
“Ethan, I heard you. Get out right now!” Ms. Ross says loudly. Her tone lets everyone know that she is pissed. “We will not accept this behavior in our school. Not now, not ever!”
I hear the chair next to me scrape on the floor and I look at the person, it’s Ethan alright. He has a smirk on his face and doesn’t look sorry at all.
“Whatever,” He mumbles as he walks towards the door.
“And walk yourself right to the principal’s office…” Our teacher tells him.
We watch him exit the classroom and then a few stares shoot my way.
“Lara…I am so sorry,” Ms. Ross apologizes to me, and a tear escapes my eye. I make no attempt to wipe it as I nod once in response.
“I will make sure to get to the bottom of this, the person who did this hideous act would no doubt be punished,” She says to everyone as she erases the words.
I sink into my seat deeper as Ms. Ross then smoothly transitions to what she would be teaching us today. After an hour, everyone begins to leave and she looks at me, silently begging me to have a word with her, but I shake my head.
Talking about it won’t help. It never does; at least in my case.
She takes the hint and gives me a sad smile before joining the other students by leaving the classroom. I take my backpack from the floor next to my chair and I sling it over my shoulder as I head to the door.
Everyone has now left except Harper. She is fixing her hair using a small mirror in her hand by the door.
My mouth is dry as I approach the exit. And she doesn’t seem to care as she runs her fingers through her hair for the fifth time already. You have no idea how afraid of her I am.
“Excuse me,” I say politely and in a small voice when I reach the door. She is blocking me from leaving and no longer admiring her looks in the small mirror.
“So you do talk,” She chuckles, and I avoid looking her in the eyes.
“I-I just need to leave,” I say as I try to get out but she does not let me. Gosh, I hate her so freaking much! There is no doubt in my mind that she was the one behind what was written on the whiteboard.
“You’re not f*cking leaving until I say so,” She says harshly, and then lets out a laugh at my scared reaction. “You should be thankful that I’m even talking to you, you don’t deserve to be here. Go back to your trash people,”
“Okay,” I say softly as I stare at the ground, afraid that if I look at her that she would do something that I’d regret.
“Good girl!” She says in a cheery tone as she pinches my nose lightly. She laughs to herself and then turns around to leave. As she does, a piece of paper drops from her bag.
I sniffle as I finally lift my head, watching her walk away confidently. She is the devil.
I wipe the tears that have stained my cheeks and I pick up the paper that dropped from her bag. It’s a flyer about a birthday party; the Alpha’s birthday party.
I chew on my lip as I contemplate whether I should take the flyer with me or not until I finally shove it into the pocket of my dark-green hoodie. There is no way I could ever go to such a party but a girl could dream, right?
***A Few Hours Later***
I can feel the cold air and the strong beating of my heart. My breathing is heavy and I don’t know what to do with my hands as I sit on the bed in my dark bedroom that is only lit by the dim light of the almost full moon coming from my open windows.
My best friend, Tessa, is sitting next to me with her laptop on her lap. It is midnight and she is spending the weekend at my place.
“Are you sure that Ashton Martins would be there?” I ask her as I raise my finger to my mouth so I can chew on my fingernail. I do this when I am nervous, and right now, I am.
Ashton Martins is the Alpha, one without a mate. I have had a massive crush on him for as long as I can remember. He is the son of the Lycan Alpha, Harvey Martins. He is strong, powerful, incredibly hot, and to die for!
He is the Alpha of our pack, the Blue River pack, and I have had a secret crush on him for ages. Only people really close to me, like Tessa, know this.
“When have I ever lied to you?” She asks me confidently as she closes the laptop. I do know that she’s not lying, the flyer that I shoved in my hoodie’s pocket proves that.
“Um, let me see. One, two, three…” I begin to count, but she stops me from going further, and I laugh.
She just told me about the party that Ashton is having right now at his mansion a couple of blocks away. It’s his 18th birthday.
“I know, I know, let’s forget about those times right now. But I am definitely not lying this time. Plus you know I never lie when it comes to Ashton Martins, I know you have wanted to do nasty things with that man for years now,” Tessa says as she wiggles her eyebrows, and my face gets instantly red from embarrassment.
Yeah, I wish. He is at the top of the social ladder and I’m the one at the very bottom.
“Tessa!” I playfully slap her, causing her to laugh. She is right though, who wouldn’t want to have those strong arms around them?
She stares at me for a few seconds and then her face gets serious.
“I didn’t want to tell you this before, but tonight is the night he’s finding his mate,” She says the words carefully and I nod slowly, taking in the information.
“It doesn’t matter though, there is no way I can go to that party,” I get off my bed and she watches me with concern on her face.
A few seconds of silence pass between us and then she speaks. “In fact, I think you can.” She strokes her hair and looks at me when she says this.
What does she mean by that?
I scoff in response as I wait for her to elaborate.
“I was invited to the party, and I am entitled to a plus one,” She informs me as a smirk takes over her lips. “You are going to be my plus one!”
Oh, I almost forgot that Tessa and her family are higher on the social ladder. They are impressively wealthy. Of course, she would be invited.
“Really? You’re taking me to the party?!” I ask her excitingly, and she rolls her eyes playfully as she replies, “Yes!”
She walks toward me and then approaches my closet. She then gestures for me to come over to her so I can find something to wear and I do exactly that.
Tessa reaches into the closet and pulls out a dress. The dress she is holding in her hands was a gift from my mom last year, I have not worn it since I got it.
“Should I wear that?” I refer to the dress, and Tessa looks at it for a few seconds and then nods. She hands it to me, and the first thing that captures my attention when I hold it is the material. It is premium.
“I think it is too revealing,” I complain when I try it on, it fits perfectly.
“Well, I think you look great in it,” She compliments me, and I can’t help but smile.
“You do know it’s a party and not prom, right?” She comments. She walks away from me and stands in front of the full-length mirror as she fixes her long wavy hair. She is wearing tight denim jeans and a maroon-colored oversized sweater.
“And this is not a prom dress, stupid,” I defend my dress.
In my opinion, it seems like something someone very confident would wear. I think I am way too shy to pull it off, but I have a good feeling about tonight.
“I know it’s not a prom dress, it’s just that you’re overthinking what to wear,” Tessa grabs her purse and walks toward my room window. She pops her head out for a few seconds and a cool wind blows in the room, causing me to shiver for a quick second.
With the opened window, I catch a glimpse of the almost full moon.
“Why is your head out the window?” I ask her, and she takes her own time to reply.
I take my attention off her and walk toward the full-length mirror so I can comb out my hair. My hair is brown and long, it passes my shoulders a bit. When I am done with my hair, I reach for my shoes and wear them.
“Because we are going to be using the window to get out of the house,” She says, and I laugh as if she just told a joke.
She can’t be serious, can she?
“And why would we do that?” I fire another question at her, causing her to groan.
“Damn, you ask too many questions,” She whines, and I roll my eyes playfully. Of course, I would be asking questions if I was just told by my best friend that we are going to be using the window to exit my house instead of the front door.
“I’m just saying, we could just use the front door. My parents won’t have a problem with me going to a party even though it’s late,” I explain to her what she already knows.
My parents are strict but they know that I hardly go anywhere. I just stay in my room and read all day, except when Tessa drags me out to go with her somewhere. Now that school is closed, it gives me even more reason to stay at home all the time.
I only have one sibling and that is Zoe, my older sister. She is the exact opposite of me, a complete extrovert.
She has perfect hair, a hot body, and excellent grades. She is very popular and knows almost everyone. Even Ashton hangs out with her sometimes.
She may be an omega on the inside, but she is literally top-tier on the outside. She can shift into her wolf easily unlike me who can not even shift, she goes to our school, is popular and has loads of friends, and is just great at everything.
No one at school even knows if she is an omega.
I am a hundred percent sure that she is at that party right now, and because she is there, my parents would have no problem with me being there. Plus they like it when I go places instead of being stuck in my room.
“Fine, let’s do it the boring way,” Tessa replies to me as she sighs loudly.
The shoes that I am wearing go well with the dress, it is not too glamorous, yet nice. Tessa leads the way by opening my room door. I follow her and we head downstairs into the living room.
“Oh, you look nice,” My dad compliments me when he sees me.
My mom looks at me and smiles proudly. I am sure she loves that I am finally wearing the dress that she got me. “Wow, you look…just wow,” She says, and the both of us chuckle.
“Thanks,” I reply to them. “Um, Tessa and I are going to a party, we would be back before it’s too late,” I let them know.
“Is it the party that Zoe’s at?” My dad asks as he turns his attention to the football game he was watching before Tessa and I came downstairs.
“I believe so,” Tessa replies.
“Alright, love, be safe!” My mom says to us as we walk out of the house.
“Dips on driving!” Tessa exclaims and I hand her the keys that I took from the house before we stepped out.
“Okay, captain,” I reply to her, and she smirks.
The both of us get into the car and Tessa drives us to Ashton’s house, a very huge, luxurious mansion. I can already hear the music blaring loudly as Tessa parks the car in front of the huge house.
“Wow, it’s more alive than I thought,” I mumble as I stare out the window.
There are so many people, some are dancing and most are drinking tons of alcohol. This is not really my scene, but I would not be able to forgive myself if I miss the night that Ashton Martins found his mate!
“Sh*t, the party is bigger than I thought,” My best friend comments when both of us exit the car.
Now that I am actually at the party, I am beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Instead of listening to my thoughts, I stick close to Tessa as both of us enter the huge people-filled house.
Almost everyone is dancing and the music is so loud that I can feel it in my chest.
“Stay here, I am going to get us something to drink that does not have the devil’s pee in it,” Tessa excuses herself, and I laugh.
Alcohol is what we call the devil’s pee, we have been calling it that way from the day we tried it for the first time three years ago at our first party.
As I watch her walk away and try to pass through the sea of drunk teenagers, I awkwardly stand still. Gosh, the music is so loud. The lights are dim and instead of normal ones, they’re mostly blue and many other interesting colors.
“Oh, sh*t, sorry” Someone bumps into me and spills a drink on my dress. I gasp in disbelief as anger fills my senses.
“What the hell?” I lash out angrily and a few people stare at me. This can’t be happening! The very first time I choose to wear the dress that my mom got me, I get drenched by god knows what!
I try to save my dress by wiping out the drink that was spilled on it with some tissues that someone in the crowd hands me but it isn’t helping. Dang.
“Are you blind that you can not see where you’re–” I begin to say but when I finally stop paying so much attention to my dress, I notice the person that spilled the drink on me.
It’s Ashton freaking Martins, the Alpha! But he’s with my worse nightmare, Harper.
Holy sh*t…
As soon as our eyes meet, it’s like something magical happens. It’s the only way that I can describe it. His eyes are so vivid and deep that it feels like I could get lost in them forever. I knew I have always had a crush on Ashton, but what I feel right now is so much stronger. “I’m so sorry,” He apologizes as a small smile clings to his perfect lips. “I would be in the pool in the back,” Harper excuses herself, and Ashton nods, not giving her his full attention. She looks annoyed that Ashton is talking to me. This is the first time I have been so close to him, or to even talk to him. It feels unreal, almost as if it’s too good to be true and I’m dreaming. “Come with me to the kitchen so I can get you cleaned up?” He asks, and I nod slowly. He chuckles when he realizes that I am staring at him too much, and my face gets red from embarrassment. He reaches for my hand and leads me through the crowd of party-goers. When we finally reach the kitchen, he does something that causes m
Harvey Martins is the father of two children, Ashton Martins, and Serenity Martins. His wife died years ago when there was a war between the demon people and the werewolf people. It is said that he single handedly stopped the war. The man is historic, and a very legend. He is respected by most but feared by all. He might be well advanced in years now, but he is still strong enough to kill a demon in its prime. “Excuse me, everybody!” Someone says loudly at the same time that the music gets turned off. I sniffle as I break the hug with my sister and we all watch what is happening along with a crowd of other people. It’s one of Ashton’s friends, the one with blonde hair. He has a mic in his hand and Ashton is standing right by him. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like I can feel Ashton’s emotions. He is very sad, and nervous. Maybe it's because I am his mate and there is some kind of connection between him and me. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter anymore. Zoe is right,
The amount of fear that I feel right now is overwhelming. I am alone and vulnerable, and I don’t even have the ability to fight back. The demon’s strength is remarkable, his hold on me is without mercy. “Let go of me!” I yell as I am dragged from behind the giant oak tree. “You see? I told you guys that I smelt someone,” The demon holding me says. He presses my body onto him, giving me no way to free myself. “Okay, you made your point, let her go,” One of his friends says, he sounds nervous. This is my first interaction with another species. All I have known is this town and my own people, werewolves. “Let her go? Seriously, Jose?” The one holding me tightly replies. His friends look uncomfortable with what is happening, and I continue to yell for help, hoping that someone would hear me and come to my rescue. I don’t want to die. From all the stories that I have been told about demons, I expected them to look like evil itself. I expected them to look disfigured and disgusting,
“No,” He laughs.“Definitely no. I can not allow that,” Zayn says to me as he runs his hand through his hair.“What do you mean by that?” I ask him angrily, but he seems amused by my anger.“Let me make this clear for you; you are a werewolf and this is demon territory. If my people stepping foot in your territory is an act of war, then you staying here would be war itself,” He explains to me.“Sounds dramatic,” I reply to him, and he stares at me curiously.“Dramatic would be me publicly announcing to my people that you are a werewolf spy that I caught trying to assassinate me,” He smirks, and my mouth drops open in shock.“You wouldn’t dare,” I reply to him, and he walks toward the bed and sits on the edge.“For centuries, everyone has seen demons as evil, and outcasts from heaven that serve the devil; so accusing you falsely would just be the icing on the cake,” He yawns after he speaks.“But you won’t do that,” I fold my arms on my chest.He smiles in response and then breathes ou
“I don’t need to give you a reason because I am your king, you will do what I wish,” Zayn says firmly to her without blinking, and she gulps.“And what do you wish, oh great king?” Her tone is slightly sarcastic.“That you’d give her a chance,” He replies to her smoothly, referring to me.“You know, I just don’t get it. Her people killed your father and you’re just okay with her being in your face,” Bunny spits the words out as she turns around to leave, but Zayn stops her by grabbing her arm.Wait, what?“Do not bring my father into this or I swear I would kill you with my bare hands,” He threatens her. A rogue tear escapes one of his darkened eyes and I can tell that he is triggered emotionally.“I think I should go,” I finally speak up, and both of them stare at me.There is no way I could convince Bunny to let me stay, she hates my guts with a hatred that is beyond me.“Let go of me,” Bunny jerks her arm out of Zayn’s grasp.“I am so sorry, this is all my fault,” I apologize to bo
Zoe jumps into action and stops me from hitting Ashton. “Hey, hey!” She says loudly in an attempt to calm me. She stands between Ashton and me as a blockade. With anger and regret filling me on the insides, I feel my wolf begin to beg to come out. “Tessa, you need to calm down,” Zoe says when she notices that I am on the verge of transforming into a werewolf. I know that I can not take down Ashton in a fight, he’s an impressive Alpha, but I don’t give a damn. “I have done a lot of dumb sh*ts so you have to be specific when you blame me for something,” Ashton says to me, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Is this about Lara?” He asks when I don’t reply. My chest heaves up and down as a low growl escapes my lips. My bones are aching to elongate, but I try to resist the urge. “Why did you reject her?” I ask Ashton. “Come on, Tessa, you know why. It’s because of his father,” Zoe answers the question. “Why don’t you stop fighting your new boyfriend’s battles and allow him to speak for
***Lara Zane’s POV***Zayn has a smile on his face and Bunny is smirking while I have a look of unbelief. Did I just hear what I think I did?“Excuse me?” I try to get her to say that I am okay to stay in Demon Territory again.“Oh, sweetie, I know you heard me, I’m not repeating myself,” She winks when she says this.She then begins to walk and Zayn and I follow her. She leads us into one of the castle-like buildings. I get a few weird stares from all the people I walk past but I ignore them.“I would have to inform my people publicly before the day ends though,” Zayn tells me.“If he doesn’t, you might get murdered by just going to the grocery store. Our people absolutely hate your kind,” Bunny adds, and I nod nervously.Well, that explains the weird stares.I don’t know where we are heading but I follow both of them closely and soon we enter an elevator. It stuns me that the Demon Territory looks so normal, I thought it would be raining ashes and the ground would be covered with bu
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Bunny says loudly as she stops the Demon King from coming any closer to me.“You have no idea what position you have placed me in!” Zayn shouts.“Me?” I scoff.“I did not ask to be chased by demons, kidnapped, and brought here, did I?” I raise my voice also, causing Zayn’s face to redden more from anger.“Your people want war, I will give them one hell of a war!” He replies to me as he breathes out shakily.“What are you saying? Is it her people that declared war against us? And why?” Bunny is confused, and so am I.“I got word that Lara’s people are declaring war against us. I asked why, and they said that I killed one of their own; which is ridiculous because I didn’t!” He defends himself.Gosh, he is so pissed. “I think this is about Lara,” Bunny says to herself slowly.“You think?” Zayn replies.“Okay, you want me out of your city? Fine!” I snap, and I walk away from both of them.“You f*cker,” I hear Bunny say to Zayn, and then she rushes after me.“I think w
“Come on, guys. You have Lara and me out here waiting like kids waiting to open up gifts on Christmas morning!” Zayn exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh. The door suddenly opened by itself and my eyes widened mildly. “Did that door just open by itself?” I took a step back, and Ashton and Zoe were amused by my reaction. The door opened wider and a golden retriever jumped out of the car, almost giving me a heart attack. “Gosh!” I exclaimed as I held Zayn’s arm tightly. “I’m not going to lie, I was a bit startled when that dog came out.” Zayn laughed lightly. “So that’s the surprise, huh? A doggie.” Zayn bend down and played with the dog. I had a small fear of dogs. One bit me when I was a kid and since then I have been terrified of them. No matter how cute and cuddly they were, I stayed my distance away from them. The golden retriever kept licking and jumping on Zayn like it had known him for years. “The doggie is a surprise but not for you guys, he’s for the kids.” Ashton
It was Christmas day, the 25th of December. Werewolves were howling in celebration even though it was the sun that was up. Carols were being played and families were together. The air was warm, the sky was crystal blue, and the day was perfect. Where did the Werewolf Territory take the concept of Christmas when we believed in the Moon goddess? We adopted it thousands of years ago when humans once lived amongst us. They celebrated our holidays and so we did the same, as a show of respect. That was when the word Christmas entered the vocabulary of the Werewolf Territory. And since then, we have celebrated the day and passed on the tradition from generation to generation. The Christmas tree in the living room was lit up and gifts were scattered under it. All the kids were up and sat eagerly next to their presents, waiting for us to give them the go-ahead to start opening up them. The air was filled with anticipation and joy. A hot cup of chocolate sat in my hand and Zayn was drinki
My claws immediately sprang forth from underneath my fingernails, and a growl escaped my mouth. “What the hell are you doing here? You should be in prison.” I was on the verge of wolfing out. It was not like I felt threatened by Jacob, but I did not like the fact that he was in our mansion without us even knowing. The kids were literally right across the hall from there. “Please. Please calm down and let me explain,” He begged. He placed the box of chocolate on the kitchen island and took a step toward us.“Not another step, buddy. I won’t hesitate to rip you to pieces.” Zayn threatened him, and he gulped as he nodded. My wolf had not gotten any real action for a while and it was yearning for some. I usually trained in the training room with Zoe and the others almost every Saturday though my wolf wanted more. “Start explaining.” I breathed out a short sigh as I continued to keep my wolf at bay.“Okay. Okay. But first, promise not to kick me out, please?” His eyes were pleading. I
‘You can’t save me, she-wolf.’ The words echoed in my head as I stared into Alex’s sad eyes. He looked convinced that he was beyond saving and that seemed to scare me a bit. He was too sure.“But at least let me try,” I begged him. He scoffed. “What are you even going to do? Bring my wife back?” He rose to his feet. “For now, Lara, just let me try to figure out the journey I’m on emotionally. I will go back to my pack…eventually.” “Okay.” I did not push him. And he did have a point. What was I going to do to save him? I was not a superhero. I did not have special powers. I was just a she-wolf that cared deeply for people.And apparently, that was called a hero mentality; wanting to help everyone to the point where sometimes I didn’t even regard myself. Alex may have said it while he was lashing out but I think he was right: He had been a leader way longer than I had. I may have been queen but that was just a nice coating, deep inside, I was still an omega. “It’s kind of late, I th
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A few seconds of silence filled the home theatre because the cartoon could not play forever, obviously. The projector was now off and the fancy inbuild lights on the ceiling were on. Alex sat next to me and played with his fingers nervously. He looked slightly uncomfortable but a look of determination also could be seen on his face. “For starters, I have two questions.” I began, and he turned his full attention to me. “Shoot.”“First one is what you mean when you said that I have earned the right or privilege to ask you about anything?” I raised one of my eyebrows. He smiled weakly. “Lara, you have become family. You have proven to me that you can be trusted and that you are willing to go through hell to protect my son. Do we have to do the whole ‘I am a blessing’ stuff over again?” He chuckled, and I could not help but laugh lightly. “No, thank you,” I refused as I continued to laugh. “That is why I came back here after I lashed out at you. You did not deserve that; you have be
I sat down next to Alex and the smell of his cologne filled my nose. It was a strong scent but I really liked it though. The black-and-white cartoon playing on the projector was aesthetically pleasing. It reminded me of the past. Not just any past, or mine. But like the 1960s. Weird because I was not even alive at that time but that was the vibe I got from looking at Mickey Mouse doing funny dances while in black-and-white color. “You said you wanted to talk?” Alex smiled weakly as intrigue smeared his facial features. He was wearing a hoodie that looked great on him. If we were not about to talk about serious matters, I would have asked him where he got it. “Yeah, but you go first. What do you want to talk about?” I adjusted myself in my seat and made myself comfortable enough. My attention was trained on him as I awaited him to speak. “You sure?” “Yeah, go ahead.” I encouraged him. I was curious as to what he wanted to talk to me about. But I already knew what I wanted to talk
I crossed my legs and watched Gene and Zayn sip lemonade from the glasses that were brought by the male helper. I was very invested in Gene’s backstory. I wanted to know more. “You have not touched your lemonade, dear,” Gene pointed out and we both glanced at the tall glass that was filled with the yellowy-sugary drink. “Her teeth hurt when she drinks lemonade,” Zayn explained politely, and I smiled involuntarily. He placed his hand over mine on the couch and a warm feeling filled my chest. “Sorry,” I mouthed to Gene but she brushed me off lightly. “Oh, that’s alright. You should have told me.” She crossed her legs too. “Would you like me to send for water?” “No, it’s okay. Don’t trouble yourself.” I played with the tips of my hair. “You said that the Silver Moon pack has unspoken laws?” “Uh, yeah. Laws that have been passed down from generation to generation. It’s not written and posted somewhere but it’s in the hearts of all the inhabitants of Rocky. I learned about those laws
Smiles. Laughter. Joy. A lightness filled the air as Alex got out of the detective’s car. Snow fell from the sky and soon made white patches on his hair. His face was flushed and he had a smile so bright, that it could light up a dark night. The light humming of the car lingered in the air, and detective Stone and her wife got out of the car seconds later with cheerful looks on their faces. Bunny and the others joined us outside and Liam was out of words when his eyes landed on his dad. He glanced at me and his lips parted in disbelief. “Thank you,” He mouthed, and then turned his attention back to Alex. Liam watched his dad approach him and his eyes became glossy as they threatened to spill tears. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, and I could tell that he was trying his best to stop himself from crying. When Alex closed the distance between him and his son, they hugged each other tightly, and the scene made me teary. Zayn wrapped his right arm around my torso and pulled