A few weeks ago,
The music of the party thudded throughout the house and the smell of sticky teenagers was rife in the air. It was the vision of misguided youth with alcohol, drugs, drunken make-outs and a whole lot of annoying the neighbours.
Not exactly my scene but I was with my boyfriend who, as an established member of the football team, mixed with this crowd regularly.
We clasped our clammy hands together, winding through the crowd to our eventual destination, the drinks table.
I laughed as he attempted to open his beer with his teeth before accepting failure and reaching for the bottle opener that lay in a pool of warm beer on the table.
After pouring myself a drink too and clutching it close to my chest, we weaved back towards the door, hoping to find a little fresh air without the vomit odour and sweaty bodies.
Just as the door came into sight and its refreshing breeze hit my flushed cheeks, I bumped into a hard chest. My drink sloshed down my front and oozed into my shirt.
After stumbling back, I looked up to see a familiar face.
It was Jake, a tall and admittedly pretty hot senior. As one of my brother's friend, he hung around my house a lot, and I was forever bumping into him. Although until tonight, not literally.
"I'm so sorry, Jake, that was totally my fault," I said, grabbing some paper towels from someone else's spillage and frantically drying his shirt.
"Ella, don't worry," he said, placing his hand on top of mine to stop me. "What is it anyway? Lemonade?"
"Yeah..." I said with a blush.
"You don't drink?"
My eyes widened.
"Oh, I had a beer earlier," I said, "I just-"
"Chill, will you?" He said with a laugh, "I don't give a shit if you're drinking lemonade or neat vodka... you're cool either way."
I laughed nervously, “Thanks.”
"Hey, listen. Do you wanna dance?" he asked.
His hand had rested gently on my back as he smiled warmly.
"Oh, I'm here with Cam-"
"No. She doesn't want to dance because, as you know, she is my girlfriend," Cameron said, coming up behind me and placing his hand on my waist.
"Oh sorry, bro. I forgot that you two were still a thing," Jake said.
Cam grunted, "You forgot? Sure."
Jake put his hands up in defence.
"Hey, I'm not normally involved in juniors."
"It's okay," I said, taking Cameron's hand.
"Yet here you are getting handsy with my girlfriend," Cameron hissed, "You've had your eye on her for a while."
"Dude, chill," Jake said.
"Cam, it was a mistake.”
But he wasn't backing down. Instead, he stepped closer and shoved Jake's chest.
"Keep your hands away," he said.
"Look, I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to upset you-" Jake began but before he could finish Cameron had thrown himself forward.
I gasped as they both hit the floor.
"Cameron, get the fuck off him!" I shouted, "Are you trying to go to jail?!"
He only got a few punches at Jake's jaw before he was prised away by my brother, Connor.
Jake scrambled to his feet, glaring down Cameron as Connor held him back.
"What the fuck, man?" Connor asked, escorting him away and towards the stairs.
"I've got this Connor," I said, taking Cameron's hand.
My brother nodded and let him go, giving him a firm look as I dragged him upstairs.
"What the fuck has got into you?" I asked, bundling him into a room and shutting the door, "One minute we're having a good time and then you're beating someone up?"
I sat him down on the bed before folding my arms across my chest.
"I'm sorry. But I've seen him check you out before and I knew he was going to make a move if he ever got the chance," Cam grumbled.
I sat down beside him and turned his face to look at me.
"Ignore him," I said. "I am your girlfriend and I have no interest in doing so much as giving him my number."
He nodded, "I know."
"And you know that I can defend myself? I don't need you to punch people for me," I added.
He nodded again, "Surprised he even dared to try you," he said with a laugh before lifting the bottle of beer that he remarkable still had.
"I think maybe you have had a little too much to drink already," I said, taking it off him. "How about we go back downstairs so you can apologise for giving him at least one black eye..."
"In a minute," he almost whispered as he pulled me onto his lap. "I gotta show my girl some love first," he slurred very drunkenly before thrusting his lips into mine.
I kissed him back for a few moments before pulling away.
"Come on," I said, laughing at how incredibly drunk he was. "Let's go."
"No, no. Not yet.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer before kissing me again.
"Okay, that's enough, Cam. Now let's go back downstairs," I suggested, pulling his hand out from under my top.
"It's fine. I'm sure Sarah won't mind us using her bedroom for a bit.”
"I am pretty sure she will!" I laughed as I gave him a little half-playful, half-serious shove.
But he just continued to kiss my neck.
"No, Cam not here, not now.”
"Oh, come on, babe. Loosen up a bit. It's time, we've been together so long..." he slurred again, the smell of alcohol pungent in his breath.
"No," I said sternly, but he didn't stop. "Cameron get the fuck off me.”
He just groaned and carried on.
"You need to show me that you love me, babe.”
"I said no," I hissed, losing my patience and pushing him forcefully off me.
He stumbled, slightly taken aback by my sudden strength. He didn't know my secret, of course. Not many did.
"How much longer do you want me to wait!?"
The truth is: at some point, I would find my mate and things between Cameron and I would end. I may love him but mate love was different and undeniable and I decided long ago that I want to save myself for them.
"If you really loved me, then you would respect my decision and not try to pressurise me into it," I argued.
"You're being unreasonable. Every other couple does it all the time."
"Well, I don't think this is going to work then," I said quietly, sitting on the bed and looking up at him.
He looked down at the corner of his lip twitched a little. I was hoping that he'd sit down beside me and apologise. I hoped I meant more to him than sex.
Instead, he silently held eye contact with me for a few moments before his face hardened.
"Fine," He said coldly. "At least now I can have sex for the first time in five months."
I marched down the stairs, tears brimming my eyes. Connor was standing at the bottom, looking up at me in confusion.
"Ella? What's wrong?" he questioned.
"Can we go home?" I sobbed.
"Sure."
And that was how I broke up with my boyfriend. A great and beneficial experience if you asked me. Loved every second!
October 10thA couple of weeks after the great break up, life had moved on.To begin with, I'd felt lost and betrayed and spent many hours staring at the ceiling of my bedroom wondering what on earth happened to the boy I thought was so right for me. But after a bit of time, I saw it for what it was. Just a silly teenage romance.
When the bell rang at 4 O'clock, my heart sank.Detention.I walked to Mr Greggory's classroom to see Logan already sitting at a desk.Shit.I was kind of hoping/expec
October 10th"And you're certain you want to go to this party, Ella?" Connor asked as we ate dinner."No, I spent half an hour trying to perfect winged eyeliner to stay home," I said, putting down my fork to point at the masterpiece I had created on each eye.He rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean."
October 10thThe second I was across, I took a short deep breath.As a rogue, I'd just stepped into yet another Alpha's territory. Was I asking for a premature death tonight?But after a few agonising moments, the forest remained still and I let my anticipation crumble. After a deep sigh of relief, I almost laughed at how ea
Years ago..."Ella! Connor! It's time for bed!" My dad called up the stairs.Our little feet could immediately be heard scurrying towards our warm beds. We knew that if we were quick, he would tell us a story. We snuggled tightly under the warm covers and awaited our father. We were eleven and twelve but you could never be too old for his stories.
We walked through the woods for hours. We hardly exchanged a word until we reached a black car parked on the edge of the forest. He unlocked it as we approach before opening the passenger door and herding me in, closing the door and walking around to the driver's seat.I stared out the window, watching the trees lining the narrow forest track whiz by as I appreciated the soft leather of the seat that allowed my tired legs to finally rest.But my mind could not relax. I was still in a car with not only a s
October 11thI woke the next morning with the blazing sun shining through the window, flooding the room with bright light.A gentle breeze blew outside, rustling the branches of the trees but the room was perfectly still. In daylight, I took a moment to examine it.Everything was neat and tidy -sort of like being in a hotel.
Nothing in Leonardo's closet that would even consider fitting me. His jeans were all as long as my entire body, his shorts drowned me and his sweatpants just bunched around my ankles in masses of thick fabric.I sighed before glancing around the room for another option. A drawer lay slightly open. I slowly approached it and pulled the handle, revealing his boxers.I paused for a moment, wide-eyed before taking a pair out.
December 23rdCato’s point of viewI stood by my office window in the base, my Dad beside me. In the street below, a nurse walked Adelaide out of the hospital. When she flew in from Vermont two days ago, she couldn’t walk, her skin sickly white and her body frail and weak.Now we watched as she sprinted across the street to where her father was standing. She leapt into his arms as he squeezed her tight and swung her around, kissing her head repeatedly.“You may come to regret letting him walk free, Cato,” Dad said, “But must say, I’ve never seen him love anyone, let alone that much.”I’d spent all morning speaking to Adelaide. Everything she and Luciano said matched perfectly, giving me no reason to suspect any malicious intent.“Maybe he had no one to love until Adelaide came along,” I said, “With no parents and you as his only friend, it must have been lonely.&rdq
December 20th Cato’s point of viewWhen Dad and I came home, I was greeted by Jess striding down the hall. She grabbed my face in my cheeks and kissed me, clutching my shirt in her fist.“Thank you,” she said as I pressed my forehead against hers, “I’m so glad we’re all safe.”I glanced over her shoulder. Her parents sat in the living room, wrapped in blankets, watching us.“Have you told them about us?”She nodded as she took my hand to lead me into the living room. My Mom and Grandad sat with them, steaming cups of coffee in their hands.“Alpha,” Jess’s father said, getting to his feet, “Thank you again.”I nodded, but I couldn’t bring myself to smile. The last time I looked into those eyes, he was punishing Jess and me for loving each other.“... I also owe you an apology. I sho
December 20thCato’s point of viewLuciano sat on the opposite of the table, his wrists shackled and four guards in the room. My Dad sat next to me, staring at Luciano, not saying a word.“Why didn’t you just ask?” I said.Dad scoffed, “Because he knew the answer he’d get.”“I would never refuse to help a nine-year-old with terminal leukaemia,” I said.“Then your father failed to raise you well,” Luciano said, his eyes shifting from Dad to me, “You don’t help your enemies.”“He has his mother’s heart,” Dad said, “She helped you even after you gave Andrea Martinez the coordinates of the bunker all our children hid in.”“And if she hadn’t, you would be drinking champagne with your Lunas tonight. But here you are in a dark prison cell with me.”I res
December 20th- at duskCato’s point of viewI walked through the forest with Elias and Milly, only our heartbeats pounding in our ribcages to fill the silence. After crossing the border, we soon reached the designated meeting point.“Are you ready, Milly?” I asked.“I haven’t used my powers for anything other than healing in years,” she said, looking at her hands, “Let’s hope it’s a force of memory.”Two figures emerged from the shadows of the trees, the fading light falling on their faces.“Good evening, Alpha,” one said.He looked as Elias had described. An unsettling smile and dark boring eyes. A couple of feet behind him stood Nicolos Jones.“Grandfather?”With his face stony and cold, he didn’t utter a word.“Your Grandfather has decided I can offer him more than y
December 20th Leo’s point of viewElla and I were in the kitchen opening a bottle of champagne, awaiting all our family and friends for a party.“Is that the one we’ve been saving?” she asked.I drew behind her and rested my hand on her hip.“Yes. We have a lot to celebrate. I have finally retired, our son is successfully Alpha, and has found his Luna. Elias is also remarkably alive and maybe won’t be an entirely useless Beta.”She grinned as I leant in to kiss her.“I also have a beautiful mate and a reason to celebrate every day.”Through her sheer cotton dress, my fingers pressed against her curves. I had to drag my lips away and take a deep breath.“If I touch you any more, I won’t stop.”She turned and rested her hands on my chest.Her lips were millimetres from mine as her fingers
December 20th Cato’s point of viewWhen Elias, Jess and I escaped the crowd to a quiet part of the forest, I lifted Jess and spun around. She giggled and grabbed my face, pressing her lips against mine.“My handsome Alpha,” she said, running her hands down my chest, “And Elias, you never told me you were going to be Beta!”Elias’s lips twitched, “Well, we were busy running for our lives.”I put Jess on the ground as Elias held his shoulders tense, worry etched on his face.“What?”“I found Jess in Vermont,” he said.Vermont...“Alongside men with dark markings on their skin like those who attacked-”“Lili,” I whispered, “The ones after something from Stella.”Jess nodded, “We didn’t know until it was too late. When the Alpha learnt of my relati
December 20th - forty-five minutes before Cato becomes AlphaCato’s point of viewAfter a lot of hugging, crying from Granny, and congratulations from my Grandads, my Dad looked at his watch.“Shit, we don’t have long,” he said.My Mom glanced at Jess and Elias, her eyes wide. The forest entwined with their hair, rips left their clothes in ruins, and mud and dirt covered them head to toe. She took Jess’s hand.“I have a dress that will fit you,” she said, pulling her toward the stairs. “Cato, sort your Beta out with a suit.”Elias and I ran upstairs. He just had time to wash the mud off his face, comb his hair and slip into one of my old suits.“Very dapper,” I said as he came out of the bathroom, buttoning his sleeves.He gave me a twirl, a grin on his face, “Do I look like a Beta?”I cocked my head and examined him.“M
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Ten days ago...Elias’s point of viewThe bus left me in the middle of Vermont’s most remote forest.I’d been travelling for eleven days, avoiding towns and main roads so Alpha Loren couldn’t track me. I only turned my phone on to text home when I could get a fast ride away from where the signal would trace to, and every time I rode the bus or train, I covered my face with my hoody.My plan was against Cato’s wishes. The Alpha and Luna would never allow it either. But this is what Cato needed, and I couldn’t let them stop me.I glanced around. That was the final bus I needed to take, meaning my destination was a short walk away, yet there was nothing except a rusty bus stop sign and trees for miles. But the coordinates led me here. This had to be it. So taking a deep breath, I stepped off the single-track road and headed West.The trees loomed over me, casting distorted, shadowy shapes on the ground