ZiahWhen Vespa got naked and her lips circled my hard shaft, my heart leapt like a child on Christmas morning singing Kumbaya. She was grieving, and even though it was mission impossible to keep my hands to myself, I couldn't bring myself to initiate any sexual activity. So imagine my excitement when, without asking, her gaze drunk me up when her mouth covered mine hungrily, hard and searching, more persuasive than she cared to admit. "Fuck me, Ziah."The softness of her lips sang through my veins, drugging me and demanding more. I eased the lacy cup of her bra, and my hand moved under her dress, exploring every part of her beautiful body. Her mind was exhausted, but her body was alive, running with sexual energy. I inhaled sharply when she twerked and worked me. "Baby," I groaned, gripping her ass and squeezing them until they turned red. The sexual beast in me, the one that made me want to be a master, roared in response, and my cock swelled. "Degrade me, Ziah. I know you want
Vespa,Zeke and I stood outside my dormitory, facing each other. His tongue lay like a stone in his mouth, and I could tell from the guilt in his eyes that he was irritable and unhappy with himself for causing me so much distress."Zeke, please stop," I chastened him, my tone more commanding than comforting. "You're making me uncomfortable, and trust me, it's the last thing I need right now."I was startled that he was still in tears, considering that males hardly cry so openly. I wiped his cheek gently with my thumb, and he looked away, not quite meeting my gaze. He sniffed, wiping away his tears, and I moved him to a quiet corner where we could have a conversation without prying eyes."I'm sorry, Vespa," he began, his voice trembling. "I should have come to check on you yesterday, but I got caught up with something and tried countless times to reach your line."I remained silent, nodding in understanding and accepting his apology."It's okay; please don't over-flog the issue. The mo
VespaThe gloomy atmosphere of mourning hung heavily in the air at my house, like a giant blanket that had fallen from the land of the dead. I stayed back at home all weekend, coping with grief.All I did was sit with Snowy perched on my lap and drown myself in books about ancient myths. I'd never been fascinated by them before, but I needed some form of escape.Dad left a huge void in my mom's heart. She mostly kept to herself during the day but woke up as early as four a.m. to cry.Her muffled tears echoed through the walls, bothering me because if she kept on like this, she was going to fall sick.There was little I could do. If crying at that time of the morning was her way of letting out her grief, I couldn't stop her.As the oldest and the one carrying my late father's secret, his death hit me the hardest, even though I hadn't shed a tear. The emptiness in my heart was a huge gaping wound, painful, suffocating and sapping me of my strength.Astrid couldn't sleep in her room alone
KaiMy companions and I ran at the speed of light. The full and bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating our way with its gentle silver light. It was one a.m., the perfect time to catch those wretched witches and end their wicked deeds. From our predictions, some of them met at this abandoned road leading to a desolate path, doing their dirty work.The cry of a predatory bird rang through my ears like a war cry. The moonlight glinted off of the long knives strapped around my companions' waists. We were prepared. Ready for battle. We would catch the witches and make them pay. My heart pumped faster than ever as adrenaline rushed into my system from pure, raw hunger to destroy. The urge to catch the witches grew more and more by the second. It was like a burning feeling that I couldn't ignore and was threatening to explode in my heart.We slowed down after rounding the corner of the road, which led to a desolate path lined with twisted barbed wire. Needing no torch lights, thank
VespaAstrid and I continued on our search, exploring for concrete clues for our dad's secret lover. Luck smiled upon us the next evening when we were searching through dusty boxes in the attic."I found something." Astrid's eyes widened as she held up a diary. There were over a dozen handwritten letters from the mystery woman to my dad."Is there any address on it?" I leaned forward with interest, examining one of the letters. A relieved sigh escaped my lips when a location was written at the bottom left of the letter."Hudson Avenue is four hours from here," I said, reaching out for my phone and taking a picture of the address.Astrid's mouth pinched, and she grumbled under her breath. "Are we seriously going to look for a homewrecker?""Come on, Astrid. We don't even know if the woman was aware of Dad's marriage. Let's unravel this mystery once and for all."From the map on my phone, I calculated how long it would take for us to get to Hudson Avenue and tracked down the street. It w
Vespa The anticipation of seeing the strange woman grew strongly in my heart. Running through the pros and cons, I wondered why my dad insisted on inviting her to his funeral, and most importantly, I wondered who my sibling was. This was so messed up and unfair of my dad to keep his child away for decades. He cheated on Mom but would have done the right thing by owning up to his mistakes and taking responsibility for his actions. Astrid, however, grew cold feet and argued that we were making a mistake. She became negative about the whole thing blowing up in our faces and upsetting Mom."Dad is dead," she said with light bitterness. "Why should we bother about pleasing him when what he did was unacceptable? Refusing to obey him won't bring him to life or correct the mistakes he made."I let out a long, audible breath, nursing a headache already. "What's the worst that could happen? Also, it's rude to cancel now that the woman has agreed to see me."Astrid tried hard to paint several
ZekeI stepped out of a lecture to meet Selena, my best friend, in the car park after receiving her text that she had arrived. I scanned the parking lot and noticed a taxi and Selena's distinctive long ponytail braid adorned with seashells, making her easily recognizable. She grinned infectiously and rolled down the window. "You handsome devil."Getting out of the car, she hugged me tightly while I squeezed her back."It's dangerously unhealthy how much I've missed you," she said, as I played with her tail. She was here to help us with our mission of finding the witches on campus."Let's take your stuff to my room before I show you around," I said, helping her lift her suitcase.In the room, she looked around, touching my stuff, while I ransacked her suitcase, which contained a dagger, a map, and several other oddities that I knew nothing about."What's this?" I asked, lifting a large scroll."It's a Grimoire containing spells and information. I can't wait to counter their magic.""Le
Vespa The tension in the house was so thick that I could cut it with a knife. There were so many unsaid words and apologies to be rendered.Astrid tried apologizing, but I refused to engage in any conversation with her. She betrayed me, and that alone had scarred me.Also, the fact that my life for twenty-one years has been a lie was something that I didn't wish on my worst enemy. Hearing that I wasn't a legitimate child was a pain beyond words. I was angry, betrayed, hurt, and exposed. Recalling the previous evening, when my mom threw the bombshell, made me hate myself and even hate her.She never cared about me and was only pretending for the past month. I grew from being helpful and preparing for my so-called dad's funeral to becoming withdrawn, nonverbal, and powerless.I had no motivation for anything and desired to be alone. Sometimes I would hear my siblings confronting my mom and asking why she was so mean to me.After spending a whole day in my room, I mustered courage and h
Chapter FiftyAthenaFour months had passed, and the academy graduation day had finally arrived. It was a bright and beautiful morning, and students, parents, and teachers gathered to celebrate this milestone. My dad and mom were there with my sister. Uncle Zika and their wives were also present. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. I had settled for a simple blue gown that had a long slit. Mia helped me with my hair and makeup, ensuring perfect detail. Oh, and did I mention that Cameron was still alive, and Mia was engaged to her boyfriend Sean? She wore an off-the-shoulder dress to flaunt her mark with pride. I tried not to look at it because I always became jealous whenever I did. Mom and Dad beamed with pride, taking photos of me and Caleb. Cameron's dad, King Marcos, had also arrived, and when I curtsied respectfully, he smiled warmly at me and hugged me. His mom still had not been found, and some people speculated that she might have killed herself. Cameron ofte
AthenaSex with Cameron was beautiful. I never knew it could get so addicting, and I always thought the act was overhyped until I experienced it. The more the weeks passed, the more I couldn’t get enough of him. He had complained about condoms, saying that it wasn’t like the real thing, but I would always scream at him to stop being stupid and that I wouldn’t be responsible for his death. We kept the news from our parents. Cameron’s mom had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. Cameron pretended to be calm the time we bumped into King Thor, but when he was closing off, he landed a punch on the king's jaw that I heard crack. He got a few bruises from the king’s bodyguards, but I was proud of him. The bastard deserved to be manhandled.Despite everything, I needed validation that I was doing the right thing. I couldn’t tell my mom because she would tell my dad, so the only person I could confide in was my grandmother. One of the weekends, I took a train to her house, which was close
Cameron's POVI'd never been on the verge of tears in years. It was taboo for boys to show emotion. Lately, life has been unfair to me, and realizing that nothing could ever be okay again has made me feel like a failure. I had always thought my life was great and better than most. Now, it was clear that that was just a delusion. The fact that my parents were on the brink of divorce because my mom fucked that bastard, Thor, made my blood boil.This roller coaster left my body drained. I didn't care how stupid I looked in tears; the feelings overwhelmed me. When the first wave of grief subsided, I finally looked at Athena, who was also in tears. She cupped my chin and kissed my forehead. “Why? Athena. Why does it have to be me? First, it's our bond and the pain of knowing you and I can never be together. Now, this?”“I'm sorry,” her mouth trembled as tears streamed down her face. “It isn't right. I wish I could fix it.”She wrapped her arms around me tightly, and I held her back whil
AthenaA crease appeared on Cameron's forehead, and he looked pinched and unhappy from my rejection. I moved my hand frequently, trying to distract myself, and thought he would understand as usual, but he seemed too defensive."It's just a dance, Athena. Even strangers dance. Things aren't that bad; please don't push it," I said, remaining calm. Cameron grinned at me, and I didn't understand why he was so stubborn."Fine then, I'm not going to ruin the fun. I hope you wouldn't mind if I danced with another girl.""Break a leg."He looked like I had just slapped him in the face, surprised by my response, but I needed to protect him from myself, even if it hurt. He turned around and left, and soon, he was dancing with a popular girl from school. Watching them felt too painful. I skipped to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of juice to distract myself.I noticed someone at the door and thought it was Cameron, but it was my cousin Alex. He smiled a little too broadly, and there was an
AthenaI bit the inside of my cheek, feeling trapped and unsure of my options to return to school. It was easy to second-guess myself because teenagers and young adults my age were mean, and no matter how I pretended that words didn’t get to me, I knew that wasn’t true. Stepping off the plane, I hoped I had made the right decision. I flagged a taxi from the airport parking lot, wondered why they were so expensive and hiked their prices compared to regular taxis, but I had no choice because Mom had gotten me a truckload of edibles and even more for Caleb. The driver dropped me off at the school gates, and I didn’t know if it was the hopeful expectation that there was going to be a strange twist between Cameron and me or the fear that things could get worse and that I was shooting myself in the foot. My heart pounded as I dragged my suitcase behind me. I stopped when I spotted Cameron standing and smiling at me at the gate; my heart melted.Our love brought us back to each other in wa
Cameron My gaze never left Athena. She was too startled by my bold declaration, and even though I was more uncertain than ever about what I was doing, and my dad was caught off guard by my words, I couldn’t help it. A part of me knew I was digging my grave, and I liked life too much to lose it. But at the same time, seeing Athena roused my deep affection and attachment for her. It wasn’t just about lust; there was more to my feelings. I wanted to move closer, to touch her. My pulse raced, and I felt a hyper-awareness of being close to her. Only she could cause me this mental fuzziness and the feeling of possessing her and keeping her safe.Her father looked confused. I heard his quick intake of breath. Athena stood tongue-tied, and shock flew through her mother’s eyes. I could tell my father was irritated.“What is wrong with you?” he whispered harshly, but I was too far gone. Athena looked different, skinnier than when I last saw her. She looked like someone who had been through a
Athena The next day dragged on without much happening. Everyone soon returned to their lives, with Dad busy with alpha duties and Mom busy with work and the home front. I knew this was how it would be—that everyone would forget my predicament or soon see me as a sore loser who couldn’t overcome the fact that Cameron and I could never be together. But I was wrong. My mom had invited my grandma to come over, which was a real surprise, as my grandma was a pure witch, and it was risky for her to be in our pack. Having her over made me feel a certain type of way. I had inherited her bloodline, and with it came a legacy of pain and heartache. I didn’t know if I wanted to see her.I drifted to sleep but could hear my grandma’s voice in my dreams. When I woke up, I realized she was indeed downstairs. My parents and sister were welcoming her warmly. I remained in bed; a part of me wanted to rush downstairs and fling myself into her arms. Instead, I made my way to the window and peered down
AthenaThe next few days were a blur of sorrow and nothingness. I struggled to remain alive and succumbed to the sadness that consumed me. I hated myself. I wished my life was over. There was nothing positive to look out for in this bleakness. My parents were concerned, but I chose isolation, finding people's words and concerns irritating. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my bed was bearing the brunt of this depression. I didn't leave it; if the poor bed could speak, it would be screaming n. I knew I would be expelled from school; that was a no-brainer. My dad and mom tried to reach out to me. Even my uncles, Zeke and Ziah, came over with their wives, but I didn't want to see anyone.Caleb had sacrificed to travel back with me, but he shouldn't have bothered because his presence didn't lift my spirits. The whole family was angry with Alex for exposing my secret, but I knew it was for the best. Cameron would be free now, and it was useless holding him back. I heard my mom knoc
CameronIf anyone had ever told me that this revelation would break the bond I shared with Athena, I would have never believed them because Athena seemed like everything good in my world, all in one package. I devoted myself to her and desired to share everything with her—my body, mind, and soul. I gave my heart to her to treasure with trust. We matched perfectly and had never fallen in love so quickly or completely.A wedding seemed the next logical step. I thought I would feel happy with her and that even if we encountered issues, they would be minor things with solutions.But now, my heart was shattered beyond repair. I was furious, I was afraid, and the thought of bonding with Athena leading to my death frightened me beyond measure. The hurt was raw, and the terror came gasping up my throat in a cold, panting fear. Ever since that night at the ballroom, surrounded by the elite who gathered to watch the commotion occur, my life went downhill. That night, a hush fell over the cr