Xavier
After Elder Markus left, I waited for Eve in the living room, and Sebastian, my best friend, walked in.
“Hey.” He nodded to me, and we shook hands. We hadn’t really been able to talk much since Eve arrived because I told him I needed to have some time with her first.
That, he understood.
His mate, Selena died a couple of months before, and he was trying to get used to the single life again.
“How are you holding up?” I asked him, looking at the dark circles that colored his eyes.
“Meh.” He shrugged, sitting down on the opposite couch. “How’s Evelyn?”
“Don’t call her that.” I quickly said. He looked at me with confusion. “Her name’s Eve.”
“Well okay.” He chuckled. “Her name’s only used in some kinky stuff?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“No-“
“Well, not unless you’re using it on me.” Eve’s voice came.
She materialized in a black crop top, a mini skirt and thigh high boot
CHAPTER THIRTEEN At the movies, Eve had a smile on her face throughout. She looked like a kid in a candy store. After I paid for the popcorn, drinks and tickets, we walked into the almost empty theatre. During the movie, she was as quiet as a mouse. At the littlest movement, she would snap her eyes to me and hush me, with her nose scrunched up. It was adorable. At the part where the main character cut off a guy’s head, my arms were wide open for her to jump in, but I found out that I was the one screeching like a girl. She laughed at me for a full two minutes, and tears leaked from her eyes. Annoying thing was, whenever the laughter died down, she’d look at me then burst into laughter again. When the screen credits rolled out, we left the theatre and headed home. Eve had a small frown on her face. “Why the frown?” I asked, looking at her through the mirror. She shook her head. “Nothing much, my fingers hurt for
Xavier… I shot up from my chair, my heart thumping hard. No, no no. “I’ll call you back, mom.” I rushed out, ending the call. Thalia can’t be dead… right? Elena was practically vibrating, so I walked over to her slowly. “Calm down, Elena.” I said, trying to soothe her. “Take me to her room.” She nodded quickly, like a mad woman, then grabbed my arm. I let myself be dragged by her because I understood that she probably couldn’t be thinking of being respectful when her best friend was just found dead. As we made our way through the corridor, solemn faces materialized all around me. The closer we got to the purple, floral painted room I spent my lonely night in, the more realistic it all felt. Thalia couldn’t be dead. I tried to pretend that Blake wasn’t brutally murdered or cursed, but now that Thalia was gone to… Pretending was getting a lot harder. It smelled like death and despair. It was like
Eve… After the movie with Xavier, I felt a lot more…. Connected. Like on a cellular DNA level, it felt like he was bonded to me and my soul and my- Oh crap, do you actually believe all this shit? LOL. The day Xavier had told me that only he could restore my powers, and he refused to, I knew that I was right about the pack. I knew that every single person in the Photia pack was selfish and ungrateful. I could feel myself getting stronger, but I knew that I had to make him give me back my powers. Skylar, being the more rational person of both of us, explained to me that it would be better for me to play nice with Xavier while looking for a way to get my powers back. I walked into the room and almost screamed at the pain in my fingers. Why was it hurting so much? It felt like it was constantly being bashed against by a hammer. Shaking it off, I changed into one of Andre’s hoodies and quickly looked for the library
. “How do you spot a polyhybrid?” I asked. It would be a lot smarter for me to keep my status hidden, if they were so rare. “No one really knows. But they know. They usually get told by the Moon Goddess herself.” “Mhmm.” I narrowed my eyes. “So what’s the prophesy about?” “Oh!” She squealed. “I memorized it ‘Out of the fire shall come a child, fiercer than lions and untamed and wild. Betrayal and lies will fill its early years, but with a stranger, it will overcome its fears. A choice between two will be made, a deception of love that will fade. Only with three kisses of a true mate on the place of a mark will restore the vanquished, but if not careful, with the darkness, the earth will vanish.’” She recited. “Could you write that down?” I requested. She nodded and pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket along with a pen, scribbling down the words. “Why are you so interested in poly hybrids anyway?” Then she leaned in with a misch
SEBASTIAN Something was going on. I could feel it deep in my bones, and it was all Evelyn’s fault. Just like with Sabrina, it was all Eve’s fault. My sweet, beautiful- Before I can get sucked deeper into a world of depressing thoughts and insanity, I shake my head to rid itself of the monsters that lurk deep in its shadows. I needed to be productive. I couldn’t let whatever I was feeling for that abomination get in the way of my healing- I just couldn’t. Even though the sparks were… like lighting little firecrackers all over my body. As soon as I smelled her, my whole nervous system went haywire. It was a hundred, no, a MILLION times more powerful than it was with Sabrina- but when she spoke to me… that seductive voice, the wicked gleam in her eyes, the teasing smile… I knew she wasn’t my Sabrina. Is it wrong that I was okay with that? I sat staring at the TV, thinking about my recent encounter with Eve. I noticed her h
EVE I hated him. I hated myself. I hated Xavier. I hate EVERYONE. I wanted to leave, and I wanted to leave right then. My mind was made up. So I grabbed my suitcase from under the bed—Xavier’s bed—and started stuffing my stuff back in. I couldn’t take it anymore. Space. I needed space. From him, from the curse, from the madness. I needed to leave. As soon as my suitcase was packed, I slipped on a new hoodie. Call me chicken, but I didn’t like whatever was going on with Xavier and I. It was getting dark outside, so I figured I’d go back home for a while—no time to look for a hotel. I’d look for a place tomorrow. I rolled the suitcase down the stairs, but a wave of sweet, tasty chicken hit me hard, and I started salivating. No. No food. I hit my stomach as it grumbled, frowning. No food. Xavier and Sebastian looked up at me. Confusion ran through both of their expressi
For two weeks, Wicked Eve lay motionless on a bed. Her lips didn't move, her fingers didn't shift, and her eyes didn't twich.Not once.Sebastian had refused to leave her side since the moment she'd been brought into the hospital, and placed on the bed. His senses were heightened for some reason. He could hear her heart beating--ever so slowly, but it was beating. He could smell her. Lavender, jasmine and roses- three scents, yet none at the same time.His Alpha and Eve's mate, Xavier, had attempted to get him out of the room everyway possible. The Alpha tone hadn't even made the black haired man blink, as he sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the adjacent corner of the room. He was worried about the woman that laid still on the hospital bed, hooked up to so many wires that they all looked like a blur. Even though he was slightly annoyed at his best friend's persistence to stay with his mate. Xavier was also extremely grateful. Unlike Sebastian, he couldn
Sebastian was running through a field of thorns. There weren’t even any roses—just those prickly little thorns piercing into his skin, drawing blood. He could hear a voice calling his name. Sebastian. His muscles worked harder to push further. To keep him going. Anything to get him to… to where? It was less of a field and more of a huge bush. Every move he made thickened the thorns, and they went deeper into his skin. Sebastian. He bit his lip hard, begging his eyes to stop burning with tears. He needed to get away. He needed to run- Alpha! He stopped dead in his tracks. No matter how much he begged his feet to move, they wouldn’t. Slowly, the field started clearing. The thorns started shrinking, till they started looking like…people. The longer he stood there frozen, the more defined the faces were becoming. He didn’t recognize any of the faces, until… Xavier! He could see Xavier’s face, and
They knew they had to hide it. No one could ever know about the strange pull they felt towards each other. Not while they had no idea what it was. Eve felt energized. Like she'd been charged up for hours on end. The doctors, who had already been planning to declare her dead, were astonished. How on earth could someone so dead be so... alive?Eve returned to the pack house a few days later, with Xavier beside her, and Sebastian behind. Exactly the way it was supposed to be. It was late at night when they got back to Xavier's house, and as soon as she stepped in, a loud bang rang through. "Shit!" Eve cursed, as her heart started pounding. She was about to start channeling her magic when she heard 'SURPRISE!' and people started to gather round and give her hugs. Xavier looked down at Eve and tugged at her hand. "I'm going to go talk to the cheif for a while. Stay with Sebastian, kay?" She nodded with a small smile. Sebastian moved forward to stand beside her, trying to ignore the fo
Sebastian was running through a field of thorns. There weren’t even any roses—just those prickly little thorns piercing into his skin, drawing blood. He could hear a voice calling his name. Sebastian. His muscles worked harder to push further. To keep him going. Anything to get him to… to where? It was less of a field and more of a huge bush. Every move he made thickened the thorns, and they went deeper into his skin. Sebastian. He bit his lip hard, begging his eyes to stop burning with tears. He needed to get away. He needed to run- Alpha! He stopped dead in his tracks. No matter how much he begged his feet to move, they wouldn’t. Slowly, the field started clearing. The thorns started shrinking, till they started looking like…people. The longer he stood there frozen, the more defined the faces were becoming. He didn’t recognize any of the faces, until… Xavier! He could see Xavier’s face, and
For two weeks, Wicked Eve lay motionless on a bed. Her lips didn't move, her fingers didn't shift, and her eyes didn't twich.Not once.Sebastian had refused to leave her side since the moment she'd been brought into the hospital, and placed on the bed. His senses were heightened for some reason. He could hear her heart beating--ever so slowly, but it was beating. He could smell her. Lavender, jasmine and roses- three scents, yet none at the same time.His Alpha and Eve's mate, Xavier, had attempted to get him out of the room everyway possible. The Alpha tone hadn't even made the black haired man blink, as he sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the adjacent corner of the room. He was worried about the woman that laid still on the hospital bed, hooked up to so many wires that they all looked like a blur. Even though he was slightly annoyed at his best friend's persistence to stay with his mate. Xavier was also extremely grateful. Unlike Sebastian, he couldn
EVE I hated him. I hated myself. I hated Xavier. I hate EVERYONE. I wanted to leave, and I wanted to leave right then. My mind was made up. So I grabbed my suitcase from under the bed—Xavier’s bed—and started stuffing my stuff back in. I couldn’t take it anymore. Space. I needed space. From him, from the curse, from the madness. I needed to leave. As soon as my suitcase was packed, I slipped on a new hoodie. Call me chicken, but I didn’t like whatever was going on with Xavier and I. It was getting dark outside, so I figured I’d go back home for a while—no time to look for a hotel. I’d look for a place tomorrow. I rolled the suitcase down the stairs, but a wave of sweet, tasty chicken hit me hard, and I started salivating. No. No food. I hit my stomach as it grumbled, frowning. No food. Xavier and Sebastian looked up at me. Confusion ran through both of their expressi
SEBASTIAN Something was going on. I could feel it deep in my bones, and it was all Evelyn’s fault. Just like with Sabrina, it was all Eve’s fault. My sweet, beautiful- Before I can get sucked deeper into a world of depressing thoughts and insanity, I shake my head to rid itself of the monsters that lurk deep in its shadows. I needed to be productive. I couldn’t let whatever I was feeling for that abomination get in the way of my healing- I just couldn’t. Even though the sparks were… like lighting little firecrackers all over my body. As soon as I smelled her, my whole nervous system went haywire. It was a hundred, no, a MILLION times more powerful than it was with Sabrina- but when she spoke to me… that seductive voice, the wicked gleam in her eyes, the teasing smile… I knew she wasn’t my Sabrina. Is it wrong that I was okay with that? I sat staring at the TV, thinking about my recent encounter with Eve. I noticed her h
. “How do you spot a polyhybrid?” I asked. It would be a lot smarter for me to keep my status hidden, if they were so rare. “No one really knows. But they know. They usually get told by the Moon Goddess herself.” “Mhmm.” I narrowed my eyes. “So what’s the prophesy about?” “Oh!” She squealed. “I memorized it ‘Out of the fire shall come a child, fiercer than lions and untamed and wild. Betrayal and lies will fill its early years, but with a stranger, it will overcome its fears. A choice between two will be made, a deception of love that will fade. Only with three kisses of a true mate on the place of a mark will restore the vanquished, but if not careful, with the darkness, the earth will vanish.’” She recited. “Could you write that down?” I requested. She nodded and pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket along with a pen, scribbling down the words. “Why are you so interested in poly hybrids anyway?” Then she leaned in with a misch
Eve… After the movie with Xavier, I felt a lot more…. Connected. Like on a cellular DNA level, it felt like he was bonded to me and my soul and my- Oh crap, do you actually believe all this shit? LOL. The day Xavier had told me that only he could restore my powers, and he refused to, I knew that I was right about the pack. I knew that every single person in the Photia pack was selfish and ungrateful. I could feel myself getting stronger, but I knew that I had to make him give me back my powers. Skylar, being the more rational person of both of us, explained to me that it would be better for me to play nice with Xavier while looking for a way to get my powers back. I walked into the room and almost screamed at the pain in my fingers. Why was it hurting so much? It felt like it was constantly being bashed against by a hammer. Shaking it off, I changed into one of Andre’s hoodies and quickly looked for the library
Xavier… I shot up from my chair, my heart thumping hard. No, no no. “I’ll call you back, mom.” I rushed out, ending the call. Thalia can’t be dead… right? Elena was practically vibrating, so I walked over to her slowly. “Calm down, Elena.” I said, trying to soothe her. “Take me to her room.” She nodded quickly, like a mad woman, then grabbed my arm. I let myself be dragged by her because I understood that she probably couldn’t be thinking of being respectful when her best friend was just found dead. As we made our way through the corridor, solemn faces materialized all around me. The closer we got to the purple, floral painted room I spent my lonely night in, the more realistic it all felt. Thalia couldn’t be dead. I tried to pretend that Blake wasn’t brutally murdered or cursed, but now that Thalia was gone to… Pretending was getting a lot harder. It smelled like death and despair. It was like
CHAPTER THIRTEEN At the movies, Eve had a smile on her face throughout. She looked like a kid in a candy store. After I paid for the popcorn, drinks and tickets, we walked into the almost empty theatre. During the movie, she was as quiet as a mouse. At the littlest movement, she would snap her eyes to me and hush me, with her nose scrunched up. It was adorable. At the part where the main character cut off a guy’s head, my arms were wide open for her to jump in, but I found out that I was the one screeching like a girl. She laughed at me for a full two minutes, and tears leaked from her eyes. Annoying thing was, whenever the laughter died down, she’d look at me then burst into laughter again. When the screen credits rolled out, we left the theatre and headed home. Eve had a small frown on her face. “Why the frown?” I asked, looking at her through the mirror. She shook her head. “Nothing much, my fingers hurt for