“Hello, I'm someone who attended high school with Cecily Knight. She was beautiful, fashionable, and bossy, so of course she was popular. And that popularity she used to bully others. Rather than study for exams and do her homework like everybody else, she intimidated others into doing everything for her. Those who refused had to endure her wrath till they graduated. I wasn't personally bullied by Cecily, but I know people who were unjustly punished, suffered depression, or even had to transfer, all because of her. She truly is a horrible person.
—RedBurritoGirl” Pulling the rubber gloves off her hands, Lexie threw them into the bucket, where she'd deposited other cleaning tools. Standing akimbo, she looked around at the female's restroom, nodding proudly at her work. She was done for the day. Humming a tune she'd heard on the radio, she carried the bucket into the janitor's closet. On coming out, she met Marcus waiting for her. Ever since tIn the back seat of the black Lamborghini limousine, Cecily sat beside her mother, dressed in a red evening dress exclusively ordered from Dolce&Gabbana. This was not her first time attending the Summer Solstice Convention, as she'd been going since she was 18. This time, however, she was nervous. Sucking in a deep breath, she clasped her fingers to stop it from shaking. There was no need to fear, she told herself. She was beautiful, expensively dressed, and part of the alpha family of the Chicago Pack. The convention would go like always—with other alpha daughters fawning over her. "Now listen up." Paul, who sat across her, leaned forward to wag a warning finger. "Once we arrive at the hotel, you will be on your best behavior. There will be no whining, no rudeness, and definitely no causing a scene. Understood?" Cecily shot daggers at her brother and he doubled down on her. "Understood?" Folding her arms below her breasts, Cecily her narr
“This didn't happen to me but to a friend from the Chicago Pack. About 2 years ago, she and Cecily were interested in the same guy, but he chose my friend over her. Apparently, Cecily held a grudge. The guy and my friend eventually broke up. She went clubbing with her girls one night and met this human dude. He was handsome, he was hot, so she spent the night with him, only for Cecily to send her a sex tape of both of them a few days later. Turns out your dear alpha daughter paid the human to seduce her, then take a video of them in bed without her permission. My friend was devastated, especially as Cecily was threatening her with the video. At a point, she gave up trying to protect herself, and Cecily proceeded to release the sex tape. This occurred only six months ago, so all those saying Cecily was a kid when she made all those ‘mistakes’, can shove their defense theory right up their asses. -Rachel Rodriguez”Throwing the last piece of cosmetics i
Her body and palms pressed to the wall, Cecily flattened her ear on the cold, painted concrete. Inside the living room were her brother, Derek, the San Francisco and Phoenix Packs' alphas, and their betas. They had all gathered to discuss her, yet she'd been told she wasn't allowed to join them. Paul had growled, warning that if she did anything to disturb the meeting, he would stop trying to save her ass. Well, he couldn't prevent her from at least listening in. Everything that was going on in that room was her business, and she would be a part of it no matter what anyone said. Six couches were arranged in the spacious living room, so that two faced the other four. Paul Knight and Derek Wren sat across Gerald Vaughn and Edward Hamilton, who in turn sat with their betas at their side. A mere day after the disastrous Summer Solstice Convention, a message had come in that the alphas had accepted the invitation to the Knight family villa, and the very next day, they flew int
Paul wanted to strangle Cecily. His jaws clenched, his fingers clutching the edge of his couch's armrest as anger gripped him. Not very long ago, he'd specifically warned his little sister not to disturb his meeting with the other alphas. But it appeared that she'd so easily forgotten that, like she always forgot his other warnings. This time, however, she hadn't just stuck her nose where it didn't belong. She'd started a new conversation... and had made things considerably worse. The first to react to Cecily's rude interruption was Edward. He couldn't care less about anything she had to say—it was a well-known fact across the werewolf community that Cecily Knight was an idiot—but her smug smile and confident pose were something he couldn't ignore. It seemed this one truly believed throwing out a huge sum of money could actually solve her problems. Poor thing. Maybe it had worked in the past, but her insolence had only made him more determined to see her banished.
“Target: Lord Draven De Lacey, Lycan of the American WerewolvesRegion: North America and South America As werewolves, packs are the symbols that represent our unity and strength. They signify that together and only together, we live, hunt, and survive. Why? Because once we are divided, our borders weaken and outsiders take over. The duty of protecting this principle falls on the alphas of our packs. By living as examples themselves, they uphold the ideals that bind us as a society. On that note, we strongly request that the Lycan demote the Knight family from the alpha status. One of their own has crossed the line by murdering the wolf of an important personality, and has done nothing to compensate for that. Their actions have disturbed the unity we so cherish, and is slap to us as a community. We, the subjects of Lycan Draven, are more than convinced the Knight family is unfit to lead anyone. If you agree with us, this is a call to arms
Mary couldn't decide whether she should go. It had all started yesterday evening, after she'd returned from the outing with Belinda and her friend. She'd received a very surprising text from Cecily saying nothing but hello. The message had made her skeptical, considering their shared past and the fact they hadn't contacted each other for nearly a decade. However, curiosity took the lead, for Mary replied to Cecily's text. It had gone like that for a while—Cecily texting and Mary replying. Cecily had asked if Mary was in Chicago, and on receiving a confirmation, she'd proceeded to ask why. All Mary had revealed was that she was visiting a friend. That was when Cecily suggested they meet up. In her exact words, a lot was going on between them and it wouldn't hurt to straighten it out. That couldn't be done over the phone. Sitting on her bed in her VIP hotel suite, Mary wondered if the invitation was a trap. Cecily had sounded genuine, but many people were good at p
"What are you doing, Cecily?" Mary didn't allow herself to show fear. Her back straight and her head held high, she narrowed her eyes at her opponent. Cecily easily saw through Mary's act. Pushing back her seat, she slowly stood up, the smile on her lips growing arrogant. "Me? I'm doing exactly what it looks like." The men closed in on Mary. She could sense their hostility—they truly intended to hurt her. On the outside, she was able to maintain her cool, but within, her mind was running at a hundred miles per hour, trying to come up with a plan to escape this setup. At last, Mary aggressively kicked the table in front of her, allowing her space to jump to her feet. "I'm done with this." She marched towards the door, but was easily blocked by the men encircling her. Her unfazed expression flickered then, as she unconsciously took a step back. Swerving to face Cecily, Mary glared. "Tell your men to get out of my way." Frown lines formed on Cecily's forehead, her bottom lip
Marcus took a look around at the setting in the shop. Two extremely attractive women, and seven—no, eight—viral men. If he hadn't been pre-informed of the situation he was walking into, he would have figured it was one big happy gang bang. Shame it wasn't. Pulling a cigarette out of his stash and placing it between his lips, he lit it with a lighter. Smoke filled his lungs, and he puffed it out with the finesse of a professional. Someone was going to start talking in five... four... three... two... one. "Who are you people?" Cecily screeched, finally regaining her senses. "What do you think you're doing here?" "We're friends of Mary." Marcus drawled lazily, seemingly more interested in the cigar he was rolling round his fingers than the one he was speaking to. "I got a report that the little sister of this territory's alpha was planning to attack a Luna of another pack, and I was like—y'all just tripping. But hey, turns out the report was right."