Aurora’s P.O.V
The day dragged on. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as if the hours were stretching just to torture me. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate on anything. The bell couldn’t ring fast enough for me to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the classroom. I was barely aware of the teacher’s voice droning on about something I couldn’t bring myself to care about. All I could think about was how long it was taking for the clock to reach lunch.
I had never been the best in academics, and I haven’t exactly been enjoying my high school life. I don’t have the motivation nor the time to devote myself to my studies.
I was only here because nobody would look at a high school dropout and think, “Ah, that’s the one. She’s definitely going places.”
I wanted to stay in school for as long as the universe would allow, because graduating would get me a better job than a waitress working at a tiny diner for minimum wage. I was here because of duty; of the obligation to make life easier for my brother.
And so, I sat at the back of the class, by the window, drifting in and out of focus as the seconds tick by ever so slowly. The class wasn’t very productive to begin with and my attention span refused to be cooperative today.
I just had to survive this class. And then the next, and the next and the next…until it was finally lunch time.
Because I didn’t have a lot of money and was trying to save up each dollar I managed to scrape by, lunch time had never been in my favor. I couldn’t buy the expensive cafeteria food other people did. I couldn’t have the lunch I wanted to eat.
At least our school had a free lunch system for those in need, but that wasn’t the best lunch available. If anything, it was the leftover scrapes from the cafeteria section that hardly filled my stomach. However, a beggar wasn’t a chooser. And at that moment, I would take anything the lunch lady offered, even a stale slice of bread without any condiments.
I let out a sigh of relief as the bell rang; glad that half the day was already over and done with. Everybody raced to the cafeteria, while I stayed behind to slowly gather my belongings. The teacher left shortly after and only then did I finally open my tiny wallet to check inside.
I knew I didn’t have much, but I unzipped my wallet to check what was left and pressed my lips together when I found about five dollars and a few cents at the bottom.
Having given another five to Riley, I needed this money to buy supplies for the house, whatever this could get me. At this point, a pack of instant noodles was enough to get us by for the couple days left till I got my paycheck. And hopefully, some gracious customer would leave a few dollars as tip for me so I could buy some eggs and milk.
I headed to the cafeteria, light on my feet to avoid attracting attention. The good thing about people not caring about my existence was that they didn’t really notice me when I came to the lunch lady, standing at the side with my head bowed as I waited for her to notice me and give me my usual free meal.
It seemed to have done the trick, because she took one glance at me and scoffed, “Well, you’re nothing if not consistent.” She looked down at me angrily, so I tried my best not to meet her eyes, hoping that she didn’t take that as an insult. “If you want your free meal, you gotta wait for it.”
I nodded in silence, stepping back as the line moved forward. Even though my body protested, I felt my stomach grumble, demanding to be fed, I ignored it all and waited patiently for my lunch to arrive.
I watched as the lunch lady and her workers went around serving the students. The bell had just rung, so they were all pretty busy. Blue Hill was a public high school, so the cafeteria food wasn’t exactly worth 5 Michelin stars, but they looked appetizing enough, especially the ones that the students paid to get. They’ve got everything a student would want to eat—burgers, fries, milkshakes, nachos, wings…
My stomach grumbled again, and I did my best to ignore the way it was starting to hurt, as I stood there awkwardly, waiting for my turn. I hadn't really had breakfast this morning. Just a slice of toast and some orange juice, because I knew Riley was a growing child and needed the nourishment more than I did.
Finally, the bustle slowed, and the lunch lady could finally hand me the tray of scraps she could afford to give me—a few crackers and a loaf of dry bread. “Thank you,” I said, but she was no longer looking at me.
With a sigh, I turned around, hoping to find a quiet corner to finish my meal. Maybe there was an empty seat at the -
But I wasn’t able to finish my thought, because as I turned around, I bumped into the worst person I could possibly butt heads with at this time. Mia Anderson.
My tray fell to the floor as a result of the collision, causing a loud clatter of a sound that drew a good few heads in this direction. I looked at the scene unfolding in horror, watching as everything fell to the floor in slow motion, the food splattering on the ground and on our bodies as Mia let out a blood-curdling shriek and jumped back with an agility that defined her status as the cheer captain.
It was a huge loss for my stomach, but for Mia, it was something else entirely…because much to my horror, Mai was now clutching her purse to her chest, examining it as if that was the most precious belonging she ever held…and maybe…it was.
Aurora’s P.O.V “Are you fucking blind?!” she lashed out, and the area within our vicinity quietened immediately. “Can you not what where you’re going, you whore! Do you have any idea what you just did?”“I-I’m sor…” I started to say, but the next instant, my head whipped to the side as pain exploded on my cheek, my head throbbed from the pain from earlier. I saw dark spots dancing in my vision for a split second before Mia’s shrill voice cut through the haze.“Sorry doesn’t cut it, freak,” she sneered, stepping closer to me. “You think your sorry is gonna take care of my LV bag?” She lifted her hand again and I flinched, thinking she was going for another hit, but she stopped mid-air, a smirk tilting up her lips as she looked me up from head to toe. “You know what? I don’t want to get my hands dirty by touching you a second time. Pay me back the money you own me for ruining my designer bag. Twenty thousand dollars.”Shit!Where was I going to get that kind of money?!My eyes widened i
Aurora’s P.O.VI could feel the hot tears welling up in my eyes as I rushed down the hallway, my steps quick and frantic. The cruel laughter, the whispers, the looks—it was all too much. My chest tightened with a sense of suffocation as I finally pushed the bathroom door open and darted inside, locking it behind me.The fluorescent lights above buzzed quietly, but all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears and my breath, shallow and uneven. I stumbled to one of the stalls, slamming the door behind me as I crumpled to the floor. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and I didn’t even try.Mia’s words echoed in my head, over and over. I couldn’t believe she’d slapped me in front of everyone just for an accident. And then, she had the nerve to demand twenty thousand dollars from me, as if I had that kind of money. As if I could just pull it out of thin air.I buried my face in my hands, trying to stifle my sobs. I hated how weak I sounded, hated how I was letting the
Caleb’s P.O.VAs soon as Caroline stepped out of the washroom, I spotted her immediately, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the strap of her bag. Without a second thought, I reached for her waist, pulling her close as I steered her away toward our next class. She barely had time to register my touch before letting out an amused huff, her eyes flickering up at me with curiosity. "Okay, what’s with you today?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as we walked. "You don’t have to escort me everywhere, you know. I can actually walk on my own." I smirked, but instead of answering her directly, I tightened my grip just a little, a silent but firm indication that I wasn’t going to let this go. "You shouldn’t go near that weird charity kid," I muttered, keeping my tone casual but laced with just enough seriousness to make my point clear. Caroline stopped abruptly, forcing me to pause with her. Her brows furrowed as she turned to face me fully, disbelief flashing in her eyes. "Wait, wha
Aurora’s P.O.VThe bell rang once again, signaling the near-end of another torturous day at school. My body felt heavy with exhaustion like I was dragging a boulder with every step. I had always been set apart from my other classmates due to my circumstances. I was always the odd one out. But at this point at school, I often agreed with them on one thing: mathematics should never be set as the last class in the time table.Everyone hated biology, but no one hated it more than me. I wasn’t bad at the subject; in fact, I usually did pretty well, but somehow, it felt like I was always playing catch-up in a class full of kids who didn't care.I bit back a groan as I settled into my chair at the back of the room. This class was one of the few that I shared with Caleb and his gang, and I watched as they entered the room a couple of minutes after me, their presence loud and imposing even though they didn’t make any noise.Almost all heads turned in their direction as they entered, but they si
Aurora’s P.O.VMonday. The very mention of the day always left a sour taste in my mouth, but today, it was worse than most. It had started off badly—with me waking up on the living room floor after my father had smashed a bottle on my head; I had to skip breakfast, and to top it all off, I had just gotten an F on a test that I thought I had done well in.I should have known the day would spiral further into disaster when Mr. Hemming fixed his cold, scrutinizing gaze on me the moment I entered his classroom.The man had always unsettled me, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. Maybe it was the way his lips curled up in a way that never quite reached his eyes, or the way his fingers would drum against the wooden surface of his desk, slow and deliberate. He was unpredictable—one moment calm, the next sharp and biting. Today, he seemed particularly keen on making me his target.I stood there, clutching the torn paper in my hands, the remnants of the test I had worked so hard on, n
Aurora’s P.O.VAs soon as I rush out of the classroom, weaving through the chattering students crowding the hallway, I hear my name being called from behind. The voice is familiar, a little breathless, but firm. I turn my head and see Caroline jogging toward me, her bag slung over one shoulder, a notebook clutched in her hands. Her long ponytail bounces with each step, and there’s a determined look in her eyes, like she won’t take no for an answer.Before I can even ask what’s going on, she extends the notebook toward me. “Here,” she says, her breath still evening out from the short jog. “This has all my notes. Go through it carefully, okay? The test next week isn’t going to be easy.”I stare at the notebook, my brows furrowing. “Wait—what? Why are you giving this to me? You’ll need it too.” I hesitate before taking it, my fingers hovering over the worn edges of the pages. I know how meticulous Caroline is about her notes—every single detail is always in place, perfectly highlighted, a
Aurora’s P.O.VThe air is thick with the scent of fresh grass and the distant tang of sweat, the usual atmosphere of a high school football game. The roar of the small crowd gathered at the field to watch the team is almost deafening, yet it fades into a dull hum in my ears as I sit at the back of the bleachers, my legs tucked up, arms wrapped loosely around my knees.I shouldn’t be here. I know that. And yet, here I am, watching him. Caleb. The golden boy. The one who knows exactly how to command a game, his presence undeniable as he barks out plays, his eyes scanning the field with the sharpness of a predator.Even from this distance, I can see the way he moves—so sure, so unshaken, as if nothing in the world could touch him. He throws a perfect pass to the receiver, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Mia and the others are at the front with their pompoms, chanting in unison, their synchronized movements a blur of red and white. I know I should look somewhere else, anywhere else, but I
Caleb’s P.O.VThe ball was in my hands, and the game had my full attention—or at least that’s what I wanted to believe. My focus should have been on the field, on the play, on securing the win, but my mind had other ideas. In my peripheral vision, I caught sight of Caroline and Aurora talking. My grip on the ball tightened, my jaw clenched.I knew Caroline well enough to know when she was genuinely interested in someone, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her attention toward Aurora wasn’t just casual curiosity. It made my skin prickle with something I didn’t want to name.I told myself it was nothing. I told myself I didn’t care. But my agitation was far deeper than I let on. It wasn’t just about Caroline. It was about Aurora. I didn’t want her getting too close to Caroline, and the reasons for that were... personal. More personal than I was willing to admit, even to myself. I could feel it like an itch in the back of my mind, a slow burn that refused to go away no matter how much
Aurora’s P.O.VThat night, after returning to my room, a storm raged outside, howling through the trees and rattling the windows like it was trying to force its way in. The air felt heavy, thick with something I couldn't quite name, pressing down on my chest as I sat curled up on the bed.Every light in the room was on, pushing back the shadows, but no matter how bright it was, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from drifting back to Lucas and what he had done. He had kept my mother’s skeleton in my room—my mother’s old room—like some twisted trophy, a constant reminder of everything he had stolen from me. The image was burned into my mind, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it clung to me, wrapping around my thoughts like vines strangling the life out of something.I wasn’t angry that her skeleton had been destroyed when the house collapsed. If anything, I was relieved. That place—where I had suffered, where so many others had suffered—was gone, reduced to nothing but rubble and
Aurora’s P.O.VI don't know how to answer him. The words sit on the tip of my tongue, but I can't bring myself to say them. Riley is watching me, his blue eyes so much like our mother's, filled with quiet expectation. And maybe that's what makes it worse. He doesn't know—he has no idea about the truth that has weighed on my shoulders for the past few days. He doesn't know that we're more than what he assumes us to be, that the blood running through our veins is the same, tangled in a history neither of us asked for.I should tell him. Maybe, in some twisted way, he deserves to know. But what good would it do? The past won't change. Our mother’s suffering won’t be undone just because the truth is spoken aloud. And so, I keep my mouth shut, my fingers curling against the fabric of my sleeve as if that might somehow anchor me in place.Riley tilts his head slightly, waiting. I need to say something. Anything. But my throat is dry, my mind blank, and I think he notices—because his brows d
Aurora’s P.O.VThe tires crunched against the gravel road as we finally pulled into the DarkWater Pack’s territory. The journey had been long, but as we neared our destination, a different kind of weight settled over me. Anxiety, relief, and a strange sense of longing tangled together, making it hard to breathe. My fingers curled into the fabric of my pants, my knuckles turning white.As soon as the car came to a halt, Caleb was already at my side, offering his hand. I didn’t hesitate to take it, my legs slightly unsteady as I stepped out into the familiar land I once called home. The moment my feet touched the ground, a voice cut through the air, sharp and desperate.“Aurora!”My head snapped towards the entrance, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. Riley.Before my mind could even process it, my body was already moving. I broke into a run, my lungs burning as I closed the distance between us. Riley was running too, his arms wide open, his face a mixture of overwhelming relief a
Aurora’s P.O.VHis words were met with stunned silence, the weight of his generosity settling over the room. Relief crashed over me so suddenly that my legs nearly gave out.Ashton, Maggie and Avery, three people who had been tormented by Lucas and Harmon for so long, suffering the same fate as me and losing everyone they had…now they would finally have a permanent home. A place where they can breathe a sigh of relief without worrying about the horrible nightmares they had endured for so long.I turned to him, my eyes burning with unshed tears. "Alpha Camden, I... I don’t even know what to say. I can never repay this kindness."His expression softened as he reached out, resting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Aurora, child, you don’t owe me anything," he said gently. "You are Caleb’s mate, and you’re like a daughter to me. There is nothing to repay. Family looks out for each other. Always."His words broke something inside me, the last fragile wall of doubt and fear crumbling under
Aurora’s P.O.VThe weight of their gazes pressed down on me, twin sets of piercing eyes scrutinizing our every move, our every breath. The two Alphas, towering figures of authority, sat before us, their expressions unreadable, their silence a vice squeezing at my lungs. I swallowed hard, my fingers twitching at my sides. Maggie, Ashton, the others—we were all standing in a row like criminals waiting for judgment. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, the room suffocating with tension as we waited for someone to speak first."Tell us everything," one of them said finally, his voice a low command that brooked no argument. "Every detail that might matter."A long pause. I could feel Maggie trembling beside me, her breath uneven. When she finally stepped forward, her voice was quiet, but the words she spoke sent ice through my veins."He kept them," she whispered, as if saying it too loud would summon ghosts. "The skeletons. Of our mothers. He... he preserved them. In our room."The silence
Caleb’s P.O.VThe weight of everything crashed down on me all at once. The battle, the bloodshed, the loss, and the unexpected kindness that had followed. My body ached, my heart even more so, but for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—things were going to be okay.I watched as Alpha Jackson finally nodded, his expression grim yet resolute as he took in the condition of the infirmary.“Under any other circumstance, this would have been a call for celebration.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “But given everything… I don’t think any of us are in the mood for that.” His eyes flickered to me, searching for understanding, but I was already somewhere else in my mind. My focus had shifted entirely. I gave him a curt nod, my body already moving before my mind had fully caught up. “I’ll leave the rest to my father,” I muttered. The pack, the responsibilities, the politics—none of it mattered to me right now. Not when Aurora was still ly
Caleb’s P.O.VI didn’t know how long it took to head back, especially with Aurora in my arms, cradled tight so I didn’t lose her warmth. My body was screaming at me to collapse, to give in to the overwhelming exhaustion that had wrapped itself around my bones. Every step toward Alpha Jackson’s packhouse felt like walking through quicksand, my limbs heavy, my breath shallow. But I couldn’t stop. The others needed help, and if I gave in now, I might not have the strength to bring them the rest of the way. Silvia was slumped against me, her small frame limp, her face still damp with the tears that had drained her of consciousness. I had held her as she sobbed, whispered reassurances I wasn’t sure I believed myself. Her cries had been so broken, so raw, that it had shattered whatever was left of my strength, but I refused to let her go. I owed her that much.The others were still unconscious, their bodies battered and weakened from the blood loss. It wasn’t just exhaustion—it was surviva
Aurora’s P.O.VGuilt clings to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, as I step back into the circle. My hands tremble at my sides, and I barely muster the strength to lift my gaze. When I do, my heart clenches at the sight of Ashton and my two remaining siblings, their white dresses now soaked in blood, just like mine. The crimson stains tell a story I wish I could erase, a tale of choices made in desperation, of losses that will never be reclaimed. I swallow hard, my throat thick with emotion, but the weight of duty presses down harder than grief.Ashton begins the chant, his voice steady, unwavering. I try to focus, try to push aside the gnawing ache in my chest, but the image of little Violet’s face flashes in my mind. Her laughter, her tiny hands grasping mine just days ago—gone now, sacrificed to the very nightmare we tried to escape. A sharp sob threatens to escape, but I clamp my lips shut, my breath hitching as the first tear slips down my cheek. I know this is necessa
Aurora’s P.O.VThe realization hit me like a punch to the gut, a knot forming in my throat. Violet was gone. I could see her absence in the space where she should’ve been standing, and she was nowhere to be seen in the group. The air around us felt empty without her presence."Violet!" I shouted, my voice cracking with panic. The chant faltered for a moment, but I quickly pushed forward, trying to concentrate. "She’s not here!"Ashton’s eyes flashed with alarm as he noticed our hesitation. He glanced around, his expression hardening. "Where is she?" he demanded, his tone cold, but it did nothing to hide the tension that coiled in his shoulders. “Oh god…did we…leave her behind?”Before I could answer, a high-pitched cry broke through the noise. Silvia, her white hair glowing like a beacon in the fading light, was wailing uncontrollably. Her small body trembled as she reached for the house that was crumbling to the ground. "Mama! Grandmama!" Her sobs tore at my heart.Alpha Jackson was