Sasha paced in her room, Avery’s words echoing in her mind. “Father is not my father.” How could everything she knew about her life be a lie? She had always been Mr. Montgomery’s daughter, raised in the mansion, treated as his own. It didn’t make sense. Avery had to be wrong, but part of her wasn’t so sure.Her thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open, and her mother entered, immediately sensing something was wrong.“What’s bothering you, darling?” Mrs. Montgomery asked, her voice filled with concern.Sasha stopped pacing and turned to face her mother. “Nothing,” she said quickly, trying to hide her feelings.Mrs. Montgomery didn’t buy it. She took a step forward, her sharp eyes assessing Sasha’s expression. “You’re a terrible liar,” she said with a slight smile, though her tone remained concerned. “Now, come on. Dinner’s ready. I’ll get you something to eat, and you can tell me what’s really going on.”She followed her mother to the dining room. As they sat at the table,
The dim lights of the club flickered above Sasha as she entered, her mind still reeling from the conversation with her mother. The sharp edges of her anger had dulled into a heavy sadness. She didn’t even know why she was here. Maybe it was the music, loud enough to drown out her thoughts. Or maybe it was the alcohol, which promised to numb the ache in her chest. She didn’t care. She just wanted to forget, even if for a little while.“How could she do this to me?!” She sniffed and blinked her eyes severally. Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked to the bar. She barely noticed the crowd of people dancing, the flashing neon lights, or the endless thumping bass. Everything felt distant, as if she were floating outside of her own body. She sat at the bar, the stool cold beneath her, and ordered the strongest wine they had.The bartender gave her a raised eyebrow but didn’t ask questions. Sasha took the glass in her trembling hands and brought it to her lips. The shar
Avery I let out a deep sigh as I stepped into the room where my father was placed, I watched with keen interest and let out sight he was deep asleep, I couldn’t wait for him to be fully aware of his surroundings, u sat next to him and slowly moved his matted hair away from his face. His body suddenly twitched and I took my hands immediately, I waited patiently for him to move again and then he did. A groan escaped his mouth as he opened his eyes and he looked at me.I held my breath controlling myself from screaming out of joy, seeing the man that brought me into this life slowly gaining his life back, in the silence… His eyes met mine, confusion clouding his gaze. “Avery…” His voice was a rasp, weak but filled with disbelief. “But… but you’re…” “Father,” my voice broke as I gulped several times trying to control the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. “Am I dead?” He asked and I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “You’re not dead, I’m not dead, Father.” My voice broke as I sai
Sasha’s head throbbed as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked around a room she didn’t recognize. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her foggy mind. The last thing she remembered was the club, the pounding music, the bright lights, the glass of wine in her hand. Her stomach churned as the memory of the night before came flooding back. She’d been so drunk, so desperate to forget everything that had happened between her and her mother. She had been trying to drown her sorrows, to escape the whirlwind of emotions and confusion that had consumed her after their everything. But now, here she was, in a strange room with no idea how she got there. Panic set in. She sat up too quickly, feeling the blood rush to her head, and a sharp pain shot through her skull. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temples, trying to stop the dizziness. “Where am I?” she muttered to herself, her voice shaky. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up too quickly again. Her knees b
We finally broke from the hug, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest. Ruth had always been the free spirit in the family, the one who couldn't be tied down to anything for too long. Her absence had left a gap, one I hadn't really noticed until now that she was back. There was a warmth to her presence, a familiar glow that seemed to fill the house as she walked in."You look amazing," I said looking at her. Ruth looked exactly the same in some ways, tall, and confident, with that unmistakable glint in her eyes. But there was something softer about her now, a gentleness I hadn't expected.The sudden opening of my door caught both of us attention, I turned and saw Father and Mother walking in, they looked so excited to see her, and I couldn’t blame them, anyone will feel the same way if you haven’t seen your daughter for years.“I can see you are already catching up with your sister,” Father said and Ruth chuckled “Of course! I have to. Leilani looks just the same
AveryI sat by my father’s bedside, watching the quiet rise and fall of his chest as he lay there, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He hadn’t spoken much since we arrived at Nathaniel’s mansion. His eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind clearly elsewhere.I couldn’t stand the silence any longer.“Dad,” I said softly, my voice barely a whisper, “Is everything okay?”He blinked slowly but didn’t immediately answer. I noticed the deep furrow between his brows, I knew he was lost in thoughts and I was worried, he just got out of a near-death experience and I don’t want him to start thinking again. Finally, he shifted his gaze towards me, and his lips parted as if he were about to speak. But the words never came. Instead, he simply nodded, as though he was trying to convince himself more than me that everything was fine.I pursed my lips, waiting for him to garner his thoughts and speak. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I reached out and placed my hand over his. T
I felt him before I saw him.A soft pressure at my back, the heat of his chest brushing against mine as his presence filled the space behind me. My breath caught. The warmth of him was unmistakable. It was Jaxon."Querida," his voice was a hushed whisper, sending a shiver down my spine. The sound of the nickname he only called me from his lips was both familiar and dangerous. He leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing my ear, the warm breath sending a tremor through me.I swallowed, trying to hold onto the reality of the moment, but there was no escaping him, no fighting the pull. His hands slid over my arms, gentle but insistent, as though he knew exactly how to make my body respond to him. He moved closer, pressing his body against mine. His strength was a force that I couldn't ignore, even if I wanted to. The heat between us was electric, charged with something both old and new.His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my shirt, grazing my skin with a touch so tender it made my
I sat there on the bed while looking away from him. I tried to think of what Liam could have told him but I couldn't come up with anything because I told Liam a lot of things already. After a while of trying to think and coming up with nothing, he suddenly cleared his throat, inhaled deeply, and started to talk."You should not let your past decide what is going to happen in your future. You need to stand up for yourself regardless of all the hurdles that you might encounter on the way to success. I don't know how I sound right now but you sure understand all that I have been saying to you." I nodded slightly as if I were following all that he was saying but in the real sense, I was only thinking of what Liam had told him. My heart raced faster as I sat there, my head lowered as I avoided his gaze."I don't know what it is about you that I like so much about you. I have told you this several times and up until now, I still can't figure it out." He paused to take a deep breath and I qu
It was already a week since the tragic incident at the pack. Everyone had been trying to move on from what happened, including myself. I have made so much progress in trying to make peace with my past some that I could focus on myself and achieve my dreams since I was still young. Jasper had made significant progress in trying to beg me to forgive him. I guess there are some things that you forgive but you cannot forget. The fact that you can't forget it makes it hard for you to actually hold on to the forgiveness.After all was said and done, I finally decided that it was time to go back to my parents. They must have been worried for months now that I had been away from the house. I know they would be mad but I am ready to take all the blame and I hope that they understand that I did it because I thought it was going to help me heal rapidly. As I sat there on the edge of the bed in the room, lost in thoughts. A knock suddenly came on the door, jolting me from my reverie as I looked a
“Thank you for showing me around the pack. You don't know what this actually means to me. I hope we do this type of thing more often.” I said in a low tone as I tilted my head to look at Jake who had been taking me round the pack since. He nodded his head slightly, looking away as if he didn't know how to reply to what I said. He chuckled and then turned back to look at me before he started to talk.“I will be entirely glad to do this with you again. I so much enjoyed the company. I don't know about you, but I really did enjoy the company.” I made a scrunching face immediately. “How could he say that? I did enjoy the company and that was why I asked that we did this more often.” I thought for a moment and then took a deep breath as I tilted my head away. We soon arrived at the front of the pack, and he halted his steps immediately, looking into my eyes for a moment. I knew there was something he wanted to say, but I just could not place my hand around it. I waited anxiously for him to
“Authorities are searching for a twenty eight year old Nicola Spencer, wanted for murder charges and a lot of other criminal offenses. Beware of her…”I switched off the television and threw the remote control far away. I couldn’t watch the television anymore without seeing my face in there, I couldn’t read the papers without my name being there. Ryker had really outdone himself in order to get to me. The news was everywhere. Every station, every headline, every social media feed I could think of, my name was all over the place. I had never imagined my life would come to this. A fugitive. I never thought I would ever be branded a murderer. The walls of the shabby motel seemed like they were closing in on me, suffocating me. The overhead light flickered and buzzed which was the only sound in the room. I removed my heels and threw it at the lights. It flickered again but it didn’t stop buzzing. “For fuck’s sake!” I screamed at the top of my voice. This wasn’t how my life was supposed
The kids squealed as I chased them around the living room playfully. They were back from school and the first thing they wanted to do was play hide and seek. How could I refuse those adorable faces? Daphne wanted them to have their meal first but they wouldn’t listen to her. I moved the documents I was working on into the file before it got completely ruined. “So where were we?” I asked as I started chasing them around again. They giggled excitedly. Nothing made me happier than seeing them healthy and happy. I had been so afraid for Asher but not he was completely and fully healed. The doctor said there was no need to worry about the leukemia reoccurring ever again. “Alpha king,” a guard called out to me. I paused from running around with the kids. I had told them not to disturb me unless it was absolutely necessary. “The beta wants to have a word with you. He says it’s urgent,” he added. I glanced at the kids. “Can you kids play by yourself for a minute? I will be right back,” I
I slammed the door shut and headed right from the bathroom. I switched on the faucet and pulled out my hands from the gloves I was putting on. The sight of blood made me angrier. I hurriedly placed my hands under and began to wash them. “Why wouldn’t they just come off?” I groaned out of frustration. I kept on scrubbing but it wasn’t coming off. “Nicola? What are you up to?” Kyle inquired appearing at the entrance of the bathroom. “I went to the grocery store but people won’t just back off. They kept on asking questions about me and then I got upset. It wasn’t my fault. I had no other choice but to get upset. They kept on getting into my business…”“Stop scrubbing your hands,” he ordered. I scoffed looking towards his direction but I didn’t stop scrubbing my hands. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not one of your servants. I can do whatever I want,” I retorted. “There are no blood stains on your hand anymore. Your hands are clean now,” he insisted. My eyes darted towards my han
A knock resounded on the door for the second time. “Come in,” I replied. The door opened and Elder Thayer stepped into my office, closing the door behind him. “Alpha king,” he greeted. I pointed towards the chair in front of me and he took a seat. “You sent for me?” he asked curiously. I twirled my pen in my hands. “Don’t you think you owe Nick and I an apology? For spreading false rumors about him.” The doubts all began from him and they all turned out to be wrong. “Like I told you before Alpha king and also your father, I serve the eight packs and the ruler who sits on the throne. I believe whatever I do is for the sake of the pack. I found a good enough reason to doubt the beta and I did just that…”“And you turned out to be completely wrong,” I replied cutting him off. He was one of the few people I could trust. He was completely devoted to his duties to the pack house and wouldn’t hesitate to call out anyone who was a threat to the pack. Even if it had to do with his family.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked in confusion as Marilyn led me down a flight of stairs. She had dressed me up and covered my eyes with a blindfold. “You’ve asked that question for about a million times already,” she replied. “And you haven’t given me a satisfactory response yet. Why can’t you just tell me where we are going?” I complained. She grabbed my dress so I wouldn’t trip on the stairs. “You should learn how to exercise patience. If you would just let me do my job, we will be there in no time,” she assured me. I furrowed my brows. “What job? Since when were you assigned a job?” She didn’t respond. We kept on going down the stairs till we stopped. She dropped my gown on the floor. I could feel myself stepping on something soft but I had no idea what it was. There was also a light sweet fragrance in the air. I disliked being in the dark. Whatever it was, I needed to know right away.“Marilyn? Marilyn where are you?” I asked. I couldn’t feel her presence anymore. “This isn
Avery The stale air of the prison cell felt thick like it was closing in on me from every side. It had been more than a week since I was first thrown in here, but time in a place like this moves differently, slower, heavier. Days blended together, a blur of long hours and clinking chains, the incessant noise of other prisoners shouting or laughing or crying. It all became background noise, something I had learned to shut out.The other women in the cell block didn’t make it easy, though. They knew who I was… Avery Montgomery, the one whose name used to open doors. Now, it was just another target for their jeers.“You really thought you could get away with it, huh?” One of the older women, a stocky brunette with tattoos snaking down her arms, snickered from the corner of the room.I didn’t respond, just stared ahead, pretending I didn’t hear her.“You’re nothing now, honey,” she called out again. “A rich little princess all locked up in a cage. Bet your fancy family’s not coming to sa
Mrs. Montgomery sat at her grand mahogany desk, the soft glow of the table lamp casting a warm, golden hue across her perfectly manicured hands. She twirled the pen between her fingers, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. It was the kind of contentment that only came with the realization that everything was falling into place and no one could stop her.It took her years to get to this point now, how she had to pretend that she liked Avery all those years, how she had to act as the perfect mother but now she is finally free! She can do all she wants and she won’t hesitate anymore, they all have to pay for everything they have done to her. Her smile grew wider as she thought about the first trial, she remembered the hope in her eyes, Avery was so happy that things were falling into place for her and she waited for the last minutes to strike with what she had, and she burst into laughter. She hadn’t felt that contented in years, she should have killed her when she was young and sh