CHAPTER SEVEN
NADIA
Jack had not shown up at school the day after Sandro attacked him, and that was really unlike him. I waited to see if he would show up the day after that, but he didn’t, and that got me worried. I could barely concentrate in class, as I kept on looking outside, hoping he would show up, but he didn’t. Samantha, my friend, had noticed my behavior in class and sought to know why.
“You look lost. What's wrong, Nadia?”
"I'm fine," I lied, trying to sound convincing.
"You've never been a good liar, Nadia," she reminded me, her eyes narrowing with concern. "You're worried about Jack, right?" she probed further.
There was no point in pretending it wasn’t about him, so I just nodded my head in affirmation.
"I think you should ask him," she said to me, pointing towards Mark, Jack's best friend in college.
"Thank you," I said. I had never spoken to Mark before, so I didn't know what to expect as I walked towards him. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my palms were sweaty with nerves.
"Hey, Mark," I said as soon as I got to him.
"What do you want?" he asked, not even looking up from his book. He sounded blunt, and I didn't know if I should carry on with my question.
But I was determined to know what was wrong with my friend, so I carried on.
"I just want to ask if you've heard from Jack. He wasn't in school yesterday, and he still didn't show up today," I said, trying to sound casual.
Instead of responding to me, he kept his eyes on the book on his desk, pretending not to have heard me.
"Please, Mark, I just want to know if he's okay," I pleaded with him, my voice shaking.
"I don't want any trouble with your boyfriends, so please leave me alone," he said, still not looking at me.
"Boyfriends?" I asked as if the word sounded strange to me.
"Yes, your boyfriends. Because of you, my friend is stuck at the hospital. Because of you! Stay away from him!" he said, nearly yelling at me. Without speaking further, he walked away, leaving me looking lost.
I stood there, stunned and hurt. Without thinking much, I knew he was talking about Alex and Sandro. I was hurt that Jack had to go through pain because of me. I tried to find out from Mark what hospital he was admitted to, but he wouldn't say a word to me.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I couldn’t focus on my classes, and even Samantha’s attempts to cheer me up fell flat. I kept replaying Mark’s words in my head, over and over, trying to make sense of what had happened.
After school, I decided to go to the local hospital. It was a long shot, but I had to try. But first, I had to avoid being seen by Sandro and Alex. I was sure they were looking for me so we could leave school together as it had become the norm. I hid where I was sure they wouldn't find me. After a few minutes, I walked out, convinced that they were gone.
I walked a few blocks to the hospital, my mind racing with worry, thinking about what to say to him. When I got there, I went straight to the front desk.
"Hi, I'm looking for Jack. Jack Mason. He might have been admitted here recently," I said to the nurse, my voice trembling slightly.
The nurse looked at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry, but I can't give out patient information. Are you family?" she asked.
"No, I'm just a friend," I admitted, feeling defeated.
She sighed. "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."
I nodded and walked away, feeling even more anxious than before. As I was about to leave, I saw Mark in the hallway. He was talking to another nurse, and I could see the worry etched on his face. Gathering my courage, I approached him again.
"Mark, please. I just need to know if Jack is okay. I don't want to cause any trouble," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He looked at me for a long moment before sighing. "Fine. He's here. Room 204. But don’t expect a warm welcome," he said before turning and walking away.
“Thank you,” I said, a bit relieved. It didn't matter if he was going to accuse me like Mark did; I just wanted to be sure he was okay.
I hurried to room 204, my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there, I hesitated for a moment before knocking gently on the door.
“Come in,” a weak voice called from inside.
I opened the door slowly and saw Jack lying on the bed, looking pale and exhausted. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw me.
"Nadia? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"I was worried about you," I said, stepping closer to his bed. "Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?"
He sighed. "I didn’t want you to worry. It’s not your fault, Nadia. Alex and Sandro... they were just looking for a fight, and I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"But Mark said it was because of me," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
Jack shook his head. "No, it wasn’t your fault. They are just bullies looking for trouble. I’m glad you came, though. I’ve missed you."
I sat down in the chair next to his bed, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. "I’ve missed you too. I’m so sorry, Jack."
He reached out and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don’t be. I’ll be okay. Just promise me you’ll stay away from them."
"I promise," I said, squeezing his hand back. Deep down, I knew there was no getting away from them.
We sat in silence for a while, just holding hands. It felt good to be there with him, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.
"How long do you have to stay here?" I asked after a while.
"Just a few more days, hopefully," he said. "The doctors want to make sure I’m healing properly."
"I’ll come visit you every day," I promised.
He smiled weakly. "I’d like that."
I stayed at the hospital with Jack, till it was time to leave, and just a few steps away from the gate, a car pulled in front of me.
Sandro and Alex jumped down, and at that instant, my instinct pushed me to run. Before my legs could move, they gripped me.
“Did you go to visit that scumbag?”
I pretended like I did not hear them, as I did not want to cause any more trouble for Jack.
“Let me go, please…” I cried, but my words fell on deaf ears.
“You are going home with us,” Sandro growled and my knees weakened.
I felt the grip of their hands tighten as they forced me into the car, my protests muffled by the overwhelming force of their presence.
They clicked the locks and dragged me that way till they got to a mansion taking me inside.
“Why have you been running from us?” Alex asked.
My voice was faint, barely above a whisper, “I... I’m not running.”
Sandro ignored my reply and pushed me to the bed, his body leaning closely against me. Shivering, I stuttered, “I’m not clean.” That was my attempt to escape, well till it backfired.
A dark chuckle left Sandro’s lips. “Then we’ll help you with that,” He murmured, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
The world around me blurred, and before I knew it, warm steam surrounded me. I was in the ba
I felt the heat of the water first, then the hands moving through my hair, so gentle it was almost surprising. Their fingers worked the shampoo through, their touch lingering and drawing circles on my hair.
“Close your eyes,” Alex murmured, his breath warm against my neck.
Every one of my nerves was on fire, yet I couldn’t bring myself to push them away. The water cascaded over my skin, each droplet tracing the lines of my body like it was marking me.
Sandro and Alex completely took off their clothes and joined me. My eyes widened and I tried to stop them, but it was pointless.
“Open your eyes,” Sandro breathed into my skin. I could feel his hard, wet body slipping against mine.
They forcefully took my hands off my eyes, and I was left with no other option but to stare at their bare skin.
“You are shy, and it’s cute.” Alex shrugged as he stepped closer.
I shook in fear and stepped back, but my body hit against a hard build, Sandro. Every inch of their body was cut with long, well-defined muscles. Hell, I was admiring them instead of running. But where could I run to?
It was then that I noticed that they both had cute dimples on their cheeks. The only difference was that Sandro had just one on his left cheek while Alex had one on both sides of his cheek.
It seemed like their workout routine was similar, as their Adonis belt was well defined except that Alex’s had a more seductive feel to it.
Alex finally got to me, his long muscular cock dangling about.
“Come here,” he motioned, nudging me with his hips while my back pressed against Sandro’s cock. “You said you were not clean, let’s clean you up then.”
I gulped.
CHAPTER EIGHT NADIAWe were touching now, my body naked and exposed pressing against the twins.Alex picked up the sponge filled with soap and rubbed it against my body. His hands circled my nipples and moved down to my clits causing my toes to curl. After the countless times that they had humiliated me this way, I had learned to give up fighting and accept it as my fate. “Wash me.” Sandro passed me a sponge. I looked at their faces and the side of their lips that were raised had not dropped. “Do I have to?” “Do you have a choice?” He chuckled. He turned me to him, as I backed Alex whose fingers moved from my clit to my anus while he slowly washed me up. I washed Sandro, intentionally avoiding his cock till he forced my hand there. “Is that not a part of my body?”I snubbed him, taking my hands off. Till he pressed closer to me in a way that his cock was trapped in my thighs. I gasped as I felt it. At first, his flaccid cock, was pressed between my t
Chapter 9~ Nadia It can only get worse until it's worse!Everything and everyone seemed to be up against me, and that really made my confidence take a big hit. Jack had stopped talking to me entirely, and it felt like he was always determined to get out of my way every time our paths came close to crossing. It was like walking through a minefield; one wrong step and I could blow everything up. Even when I tried to make the move to talk to him, he always had some excuse ready. “Oh, I’ve got rugby practice to catch up with today,” he’d say, his tone casual but his eyes avoiding me. Or the classic, “Oh, Mark is waiting for me, and I can’t keep him waiting.” And as if that weren’t enough, sometimes he’d even add, “I need to be with the Dean right now!,” as if they had suddenly become a bond that could never be separated. I could see the same pattern repeating, and it stung more than I cared to admit.I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach, but it was hard. Jack and I
CHAPTER TEN NADIA Since it was the weekend the next day, Jasmine had asked me to come help her with the house chores. “I’ll pay for your services,” she said playfully over the phone, her tone light as if it were a casual conversation about the weather. I chuckled even though I had said nothing about being paid. The truth was, I desperately needed the money to keep up with my college expenses, but I wasn’t entirely convinced about going over to her house. The thought of seeing her husband, Hardin, made my stomach turn.Hardin was known for his over the hills temper, and the last time I saw him, his mood had been anything but friendly. He seemed to take special pleasure in making everyone he felt he could control feel uncomfortable when he was around. “I’m sorry,” I said to her, cutting the conversation short and hanging up the phone before I could dwell on it too much.After pacing around my small apartment for a few minutes, the guilt began to cr
CHAPTER ELEVEN ALEX DAVALO Let's keep playing it!My father had called that morning. It felt surprising; he rarely ever called unless it was something important. I could feel my heart pick up its pace as I answered, “Father,” uncertain of what to expect.“Alex, what are your plans for tomorrow?” he asked, his voice deep and steady as if he were summoning the authority that came naturally to him.“Uhh...,” I stammered, mentally flipping through the pages of my weekend schedule. Truthfully, I had no plans, but I was trying hard to come up with something. I didn’t want him to know that I was free, as I figured he would have some task waiting for me, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to take it on. “I have basketball practice tomorrow, Father,” I finally said, the words feeling awkward on my tongue.“Since when did you become a basketball player, Alex?” he asked eventually, the slight edge in his voice suggesting he saw right through my lie. My stomach twiste
CHAPTER TWELVE NADIA Can it get any worse?I had woken up that morning to a heavy bang on my door. “Open the door!” came the voice, thick with authority and impatience. Immediately, I knew who it was. “I know you’re in there. Open the door, Nadia!” The voice belonged to my landlord, Mr. Thomas. This time, the banging intensified, echoing down to my small bedroom, and sending a jolt of panic through me.I quickly jumped out of bed, my heart racing as I rushed to the door. I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves. I ran a hand through my messy hair and smoothed down my pajamas, hoping to get some sense of composure before facing him. Slowly, I opened the door, and there he was—Mr. Thomas, standing in the hallway, breathing anger as he stared at me with sharp eyes. I didn't need to be told why he was there. My rent was due, and I had been avoiding this moment for days. “Where is my money!?” he demanded, his outstretched han
CHAPTER THIRTEEN NADIAI had no idea who he was and yet, my body responded with the vigor of someone who had been touched by him a thousand times before and when his lips found my neck, I gasped, my entire body feeling like electricity had just gone through it. My mind reasoned with me to try and stop him, at least get his name but the rest of me felt like we had already known him.Instead of crippling fear, all I felt now was delirious pleasure. I had never been attracted to someone with a severity that made me feel almost faint but my sense of reasoning seemed to have vanished the minute I looked into his eyes. My entire body was hot like I was having a fever and my brain seemed to have shut down on me the moment his lips claimed mine. He devoured my lips like it was food and I let him without protest, feeling like putty in his hands. His large hands wrapped around me and made me feel like everything was alright. Like I was where I was supposed to be.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN NADIA“Why weren’t you in school last week?” Sandro asked, his voice oozing with false concern. For a second, I contemplated staying silent, but as their presence loomed over me, it became hard to hold my tongue.“I just needed some time off,” I said simply, refusing to let them see how much they affected me. Sandro tightened his grip on my shoulder, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. “Time off? Or maybe you were just busy thinking about how poor you are?”“Let go of me,” I said, trying to pull away, but their grip only tightened. Both of them burst into laughter. Their mocking voices made my heart pound in anger and humiliation. “Look at you, Nadia! Poor Nadia, always down on her luck,” Alex joined in, and it felt like a punch in the gut. “Shut up,” I murmured under my breath, feeling shame wash over me. I was sure not one of them heard me.They continued to taunt me, unable to hide their glee at my misfortune. “Maybe you should find a
CHAPTER FIFTEEN NADIAAll eyes were fixed on me when I got to school the next morning. It felt like I was walking into a lion's den, and every pair of eyes had teeth ready to sink into me. Everywhere I turned, people were looking at me, laughing and mocking me. The hallways echoed with whispers and snickers, and I could feel the weight of their gazes like daggers digging into my skin.It felt like even the hallways mocked me!"This is different from anything I have ever seen," I thought grimly to myself, each step feeling heavier than the last. I took a deep breath, trying to hold my head high as my heart raced in my chest. Just as I turned a corner, something caught my attention."That's the girl in the video!" I heard someone say to her friend, pointing in my direction. "What video?" My mind raced as confusion fluttered around inside me. I had no idea what they were talking about, but whatever it was, it seemed to involve me in a way that felt extremely u
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO NADIA I walked into a trap!It was a Saturday, the sun barely rising, casting a soft, golden light over the quiet street as I got ready for my early morning shift at the grocery store. The air smelled fresh and crisp, a hint of autumn intermingled with the scent of dew on the grass. I rummaged through my small closet, shifting clothes left and right until I found my uniform shirt, its bright green logo shining like a beacon of my mundane life. Suddenly, just as I was about to slip it over my head, my phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me.I hadn’t expected anyone to call me this early, assuming my friends would still be asleep, dreaming of their weekend escapades. For a fleeting second, I thought it might be Alex or Sandro, since I had finally given them my number as a token of gratitude for saving my life from Lara, Bethany, and their new boyfriends. But I quickly brushed the thought aside and didn’t grab my phone right awa
CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE SANDRO DAVALO What we should have done!My wolf was restless as I sat in class. The usual focus I had on Physics, a subject I once relished, was gone. My mind was elsewhere, caught in a web of anxiety that wrapped around my chest like a vice. I knew immediately that Nadia was in trouble. Our connection was strong, the kind that made me hyper-aware of her feelings even when I was miles away. Quickly, I scanned the room, searching for any sign of Lara, Bethany, and their new boyfriends, Tony and Fletcher. I hoped maybe they would be in class, joking around, because that would mean Nadia was safe. But they weren’t. And with each passing moment, the dread only amplified my conviction that something was very wrong.I clenched my fists under the desk, grinding my teeth in frustration. The lecturer droned on, oblivious to my turmoil, but I couldn't take it anymore. The restless energy within me surged like a storm, urging me to take action.Witho
CHAPTER SEVENTY NADIA Where she goes, we go!It was supposed to have gone under the radar, but it seems nothing ever goes under the radar at All High College, especially when it involves me.After Marcus sneezed and came back to life, I knew from that moment that my life was never going to remain the same. I had done something incredible, something I didn't fully understand myself. But what I hadn't anticipated was the tidal wave of attention my heroics would fetch.The aftermath of the incident spread like wildfire throughout the school. Students were buzzing with excitement, gossiping and speculating about how I had managed to bring Marcus back. Teachers shared knowing glances, and even some of the staff members whispered nervously in corners. My name became the word on everyone’s lips; it was as if I had achieved something truly monumental…something no one else had ever dared.I could barely take a step without someone staring at me or calling m
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE ALEX DAVALO She's more than I know!What had I just seen? Watching Nadia bring a dead student back to life felt like those tales we only heard or saw in movies. I still couldn't wrap my head around it, and a part of me wished Sandro had been there to witness it because telling him what happened wouldn’t do justice. That morning had started like any other. I was in class, half-listening to Mr. McGrath drone on about some poem I couldn’t care less about. My thoughts were scattered from yesterday’s drama—the teasing, the mockery, the feeling of being invincible because of my status as one of the popular guys. But that feeling of superiority dissipated the moment I heard the commotion outside.Curious about the noise, I decided to step outside. As I stepped into the hallway, I was met with a frantic surge of students running toward a particular classroom. My instinct kicked in, and I rushed to find out what was happening. “Hey, what’s going o
CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT NADIA My blood brought him back!NadiaThe shock on their faces was not the emotion I was expecting but it was rather funny.“No...we’re not doing that,” Alex said after a few seconds of silence.“Why?” I rebuffed. “Causing me pain has never been a problem for you both, so why can’t you make me feel a little pain with pleasure now?”Alex stuttered, “L..look that’s all in the past, don’t spoil the mood with all of that” he grabbed my legs and pulled me towards the edge of the bed while stroking his dick to keep it rock hard. “Let’s just continue fucking Nadia.”“Where are your manners, Alex?” Sandro finally spoke. He placed his hands on Alex’s shoulders and with the softest of voices and a mischievous smile continued, “If the lady says she wants it rough, then we make it rough.”His words were so warm I felt electricity flowing beneath my skin till it caused a pool between my legs. All I could do was stare at them lustfully.Sandro
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN SANDRO DAVALO She is wild! She's a baddie!At halftime during the inter-college rugby game, I looked up into the stands, hoping to find Nadia among the crowd. My heart sank as I scanned the faces, realizing she wasn't there anymore. Just moments earlier, I had been riding high on adrenaline—our team was playing well, and I was in a good groove. She had even smiled at me at some point during the game. Now, the thought of her absence pulled at the pit of my stomach, replacing my excitement with a growing sense of dread.Why did she suddenly leave so early? I had hoped that playing so well would impress her. But now, she was gone."Sandro!" I heard a familiar voice calling my name. I turned around quickly and saw Lara, my ex-girlfriend, waving and smiling at me as if we were still in a relationship. Next to her stood Bethany, another familiar face from my past. For a brief moment, I considered acknowledging them, maybe returning a wave or a
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX NADIA My wolf wanted him!The school's rugby team had a game against another school that evening and even though I wanted to be there, I decided against it. I felt a swirl of emotions as I slung my backpack over my shoulder, my heart heavy as I made my way out of the school building. I didn’t want to stay back, especially since Sandro was part of the team. The thought of him on the field brought irritation as well as longing to my heart. I didn’t want Sandro to think that I had come to see him play the game, even though a part of me still wanted to support him.“Just keep walking,” I whispered to myself, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. I was determined to avoid the stadium. After everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him and pretending like everything was okay. As I stepped outside, the soft breeze ruffled my hair, and I felt a sense of freedom wash over me.But then, my wolf chimed in,
CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE NADIAI broke his heart; I can't even find the fragments!I was scared, really scared...not just for myself, but for Jack. This was one night that would either make or break us!I wasn't ready for any of the outcomes!Jack had come visiting that night, and I should have been excited to have him around again, but I wasn't. My heart raced as I sat on the couch, the cushions feeling like a sinking ship under my weight. Jack had always brought a sense of calm to my otherwise chaotic life in school, that served as the battleground for the werewolves. But tonight was different. The tension in the air felt almost palpable, thick like fog, and it suffocated me. I didn’t know how to explain it, but my instincts screamed a warning. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, one misstep away from a fall that could shatter everything I had ever known.Jack strolled in with that familiar grin on his face, his energy lighting up the dimly lit roo
CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR ALEX DAVALO Not as easy as she makes it look!That night, I walked over to my mother's private chamber. The scent of lavender mixed with the faint aroma of herbs hung in the air like a shroud. Flickering candlelight danced across the stone walls, casting warm shadows that felt both comforting and haunting. The heavy oak door creaked open, and, even before I stepped inside, I sensed that familiar heaviness in my chest. "Leave us alone," she said to the healer the moment she saw me. The healer, a new one, an elderly woman with silver hair braided tightly, nodded solemnly and slipped out, closing the door behind her."Mom..." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes, though dimmed by pain, glittered with that same unwavering warmth that always melted my worries. But tonight, it just broke my heart even more. We all knew her condition wasn’t getting better. In fact, we all knew that it was just a matter of days before she finally kicke