Ahh. The end of school. The light at the end of the tunnel. Luckily, I made it through the rest of the day without any form of retaliation from Delilah. School finishes at two thirty every day, but I did not get to leave until nearly three thirty because my art teacher wanted to have an in-depth discussion about my coursework. Apparently, the units of work this school is teaching is different to that of my old school, meaning I am going to have to redo half a year's worth of coursework. Honestly, I do not think I am very bothered about continuing art. I might just drop the subject... Anyhow, it is something I will need to discuss with Tammy. Speaking of Tammy, I got the most random message from her. Brad was meant to be picking me up after school, but at 2:00, I got a random message simply saying 'Walk'. Like, how rude!So now, I am trudging the boring fifteen minutes walk home, wondering what is so important that both Tammy and Brad have bailed on me! Anything could happen to me out
It is only my second day at school, and yet it feels like my hundredth. I'm surprised at how well I have fitted into this town. Tammy dropped me off, and then chucked me out with a quick kiss and threw an apple at me, then sped home to her awaiting boyfriend. *Shiver*. I'm still getting quite a few stares and glares from students, but not as many as yesterday. I guess people are getting used to me. I am not really missing my previous life yet. I guess it has not been long enough to finally sink in yet. However, I am missing my dad. I wonder how he's getting on without me?"Hey Phoebe!" I turn around at the call of my name.A human boy is jogging up to me, freakishly tall with the beginning of a beard bristling on his cheeks. He looks like a runner bean, with such long legs he must be amazing at running and long jump. His eyes smile with the light of sunshine melting onto warm green grass, and I take a moment to appreciate his beauty before pulling myself together."My name's Isaac. I
Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not a (very) cute or innocent girl. I am not one to get shy around boys or have low confidence. I am destined to be a queen, and I treat myself as such. So why do I get a weird, tingling feeling in my tummy and start blushing when I think about Alex? My whole day has been positively ruined by that gorgeous hunk of a man. I brushed past him in the hallway once more after this morning, and nearly feinted from the delicious shivers that swarmed their way up my arm. It's a shame that he seems to be affecting other girl in this school the same way. But still, my future is looking a little brighter right now. I can hold off of purchasing Bambi, Safi, and Lassi (my dog's names) for a little while longer. This is all such exciting news, I practically galloped home, riding on a cloud of bursting excitement. I make sure to bang the door extra loudly, making sure that Tammy and Brad know that I am most definitely home, and know to keep it PG13 for my inno
I made sure not to give this 'Alex' guy any more time of day for his despicable actions. What an asshole he is! He certainly gives off an 'I-don't-give-a-fvck-about-anyone-but-me' kind of attitude. What a waste of a pretty face. I did not look at him at all throughout the rest of my dinner, and did not give him the pleasure of a glance as I left. I also definitely did not stay awake half the night with an ache between my legs, imagining what kind of decadent things his thick tongue could do to me there.Nope. Definitely did not think about that at all.In fact, I could go my whole life without ever thinking about him again. It is brilliant that I did not try to get to know him, and then find out that he is an imbecile. When I – wait! Son of a hairy biscuit! There he is, in all of his hotness. Let me update you on my situation. After wholeheartedly pleading with Mr Beckett to allow me to go to the toilet, he finally dismissed me, saying I had three minutes sharp. Every second counts. A
At last it's Friday. I have managed to escape running into 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' or any of his friends, because I have had to sacrifice all of my spare periods and after school free time for history, biology and art catch-up. I really would not recommend switching schools half way through your senior year. It is now my last period at school, and I am really not bothering to listen to the scientific things my chemistry teacher is valiantly telling us about. All she does is talk, talk, talk and look down on you as if you are a peasant. The problem with being so spectacularly bored is that with nothing else to preoccupy your mind, other, toxic ones can start to take over... like 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' eyes. How is it even possible for eyes to be so blue?I am pulled rather hastily out of my thoughts when an alarm starts blaring rather noisily throughout the school, and town. The alarm sounds like the horn of a juggernaut; clamouring, Unceasing. It is crippling my thoughts and
At last it's Friday. I have managed to escape running into 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' or any of his friends, because I have had to sacrifice all of my spare periods and after school free time for history, biology and art catch-up. I really would not recommend switching schools half way through your senior year. It is now my last period at school, and I am really not bothering to listen to the scientific things my chemistry teacher is valiantly telling us about. All she does is talk, talk, talk and look down on you as if you are a peasant. The problem with being so spectacularly bored is that with nothing else to preoccupy your mind, other, toxic ones can start to take over... like 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' eyes. How is it even possible for eyes to be so blue?I am pulled rather hastily out of my thoughts when an alarm starts blaring rather noisily throughout the school, and town. The alarm sounds like the horn of a juggernaut; clamouring, Unceasing. It is crippling my thoughts and
After the tracker dropped the death bomb, the Alpha, Beta and Gamma left the room, to see who has been murdered and if there are any other threats. However, I can already sense the answer. They are long gone. They wanted to leave a message, to show that they are powerful. For a rogue to kill a pack member there must have been about five of them attacking at once. As they do not have alphas, or the proper training, rogue's wolves are weak, meaning they are easily defeated. So for one to have actually killed a pack member... deep shit is going to go down. A full investigation is going to have to be launched and everything.Poor Tammy, her first counsel meeting as the Gamma's mate could have been for a much happier topic. She is looking rather... frazzled. Brad's role as the Gamma includes being in charge of training the wolves, and because there has been an attack, I am sure that the alpha will increase the schedule and demand extra training hours. This will be hard on Tammy and Brad, a
Holy sheesh kebab. This is not a mansion. This is a freaking palace! If I were in some kind of cartoon program right now, love hearts and golden stars would be springing out of my eyes. The palace is an old country mansion that looks to have been extended over the centuries. It has two sides around a central quadrangle and what looks to be over one hundred rooms. It must take a small army of maids to upkeep such a large abode, and I bet most of the rooms are never used. The palace must be a status symbol, as it sets the Lycans above the peasant wolves and humans, a personification for their very being; separate, regal, superior and untouchable.The sculptures in front of the palace look as though masters of the craft had made them long ago. They are set on pedestals amid the water of the fountains and the perfectly manicured hedges that look like different animals. The walls are a white stone that glistens in the fading sun and the roof is grey slate. An open porch at the front holds
Well it is Thursday again which means I've got a date with the devil, and no I don't mean Ajax, I mean his sisters, both of them. They love me as much as I love them, making Thursday night my favourite of the week.Apparently Giri's brother requires their garage tonight meaning the boys are practicing in Ajax's room. This has created a new problem as Nessie and Miya want to watch their brother, giggling at his very explicit instructions to keep out. I have to keep catching them and taking them back downstairs, which means the girls now view it as a game to try and breach Ajax's room, which is leading to a very tiring night for me. I can't be too firm with them as they aren't my kids, yet they are taking my calm instructions to stay downstairs as a joke. Can you tell I'm stressed? Up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs we have been, chasing the little rascals around and throwing them over my shoulder as they try to make a run for it.I didn't know having kids could be s
I am riding to school with Ajax this morning. Tiger sent me a gloomy message after I got home from Maisie's last night saying she has to go in early, and I didn't want to get up any earlier then I have to. I told Ajax about my little problem and he insisted I ride with him. He finally has a new phone and keeps bugging me with messages. Well, it's not really an annoyance when I'm literally counting the seconds until he messages again. My stomach twists up in knots and a nervous blush coats my cheeks whenever I'm around him. It's like my body just cannot handle his hotness. I've always been quiet, but never shy, especially not around my friends, and I guess Ajax is my friend. Although some part of me doesn't like the idea of that.I hurry out of my house right on time to find him leaning against his insanely cool car, waiting for me with a teasing smirk. His 1970s Chevy Camaro is a smooth inky black in colour with a thick white stripe reaching towards the windscreen on the bonnet. A pic
SEVEN AND A BIT YEARS LATER..."Ah fvck!" I curse, tears beading in my eyes as another wave of pain washes through my stomach.Dammit, that's another pound in the swear jar. Yes, that's right, we officially have a swear jar that travels everywhere with us, trying to curve our bad language habits. It's been going ok, well, ok for me, but Vincent swears like a sailor so I've been making millions off him. Since he met his mate Clarity, he's been much happier and turned into a better man, which is lovely to witness. She is a tiny thing, actually smaller then me so she is the butt of many jokes, but she has an amazing sense of humour, and finds the good in everything, so she doesn't take offence."Ow, ow, ow, ow! When will this be over?" I moan, squeezing Alex's hand so tightly I swear I can feel the bones shift."Its ok baby, just breathe, just breathe." Alex murmurs supportively."Don't tell me what to do! This is all your fault!" I yell, the pain unexplainable."Ok I'm sorry, its fine,
I have never been a fan of air travel, but Alex's private plane does help. I am pretty freaking scared about meeting my Alex's parents, but it is an inevitable event; I am the heir to the throne as I'm mated to their son. According to Alex there is a ball being held in my honour tomorrow night, with some of the most influential and powerful were's and lycans in the world in attendance. I am quite nervous about my debut into society, but Ana who returned to Russia last week has promised me that there is nothing to worry about, and has helped plan the event. I guess if anything, it is pretty flattering having a whole ball dedicated to me. I'm sure I'll be bombarded with introductions and will have to follow royal protocol tomorrow night, but having Alex by my side will give me the strength to persevere through it.As we got off the plane, (Vincent, Lucian and Sapphire travelled with us) a fleet of royal cars and bodyguards were waiting for us, reminding me once again that I'm no longer
*Smut warning - very mature!!*"Woohoo! This party is great!" I yell over the thundering beat to Alex, whom I am currently dancing with, lost in the sea of bodies.It is finally Halloween, and I managed to persuade Alex to come out to Celestrina's party with me. It has been four months since we mated, and everything has been just wonderful. Next week we are leaving to Russia with our pack to meet Alex's parents – aka the freaking King and Queen of all Lycanthropes. I am quite nervous, but I'm sure they'll love me. I will be the sunniest ball of sunshine they have ever met! Celestrina is doing great as a werewolf. It took her a while to adjust, but now she's loving being a part of the superior race. I told her about me being a Lycan, and she was amazed, but really happy when I told her the whole story of my life. She has decided to take a gap year before she heads off to college, to make sure that she has her wolf under control, and has learnt the ways of a were.Her Halloween party is
Seven Years later...Sometimes I wonder how my life would've turned out if I had dug my heels in and never went to Lupine Peak. I don't doubt that I eventually could have changed my dads mind; I can be pretty stubborn at times. It's scary to think about how different my life would be – I wouldn't have met my soulmate, Alex, found loyal friends ready to sacrifice their lives for me, and definitely wouldn't be preparing to be crowned Queen, alongside my Alex, who is also now my husband. We decided on a small ceremony a year after we mated, (mostly just for show for my dad and other human family) at one of Alex's private Islands, this one located in the Maldives. It was absolutely beautiful, and a memory I will never forget. After a few days there, we went to Bora Bora for an Instagram worthy honeymoon, where our backyard was waves of royal blue, soft and gentle, just begging to be swam in. After our few weeks in paradise, we returned to Russia as a united force, ready to begin my Queenl
My eyes are suddenly open though I can't think of why; my heart is pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into my carotid. I strain into the utter darkness; my breathing rate increased ten fold. There is something inside of me, straining to burst out. Ghostly whispers in my ear urge me to get outside, to be in sight of the moon. At this point, I am panting, and drizzled in sweat. I vaguely hear Alex awake from beside me as I stumble out of the bed and tumble to the floor, my sight blurry. Alex murmurs from behind me as I rush unsteadily to the window, something pulsing, trying to rip out of my chest.Feeling like I can't breathe, I use my remaining strength to smash out of the window, and tumble into the garden below. I feel something snap as I land with a thud on the floor, momentarily stunning me, but I don't register the pain, too preoccupied with whatever is clawing around inside of me. There is a roar before a thud reverberates through the gr
"Oh Phoebe... I'm so happy you guys are together now! So this means you're staying, right?" Tammy asks anxiously as Alex and I part for breath, the group still stood by the door."Hmm... I'll think about it." I wink playfully.In response, Alex's arms tighten possessively around me, and he growls in my ear: "You're mine now kitten. I'm not letting you go."The vibrations from his deep, husky voice throb straight to my core, causing my legs to clench around Alex, and me to bite my bottom lip hard to stop a wanton moan from flying out. Taking a deep breath to control my raging emotions, I turn back to Tammy."I'm joking... of course I'll stay here, where ever Alex goes, I go." I explain whilst sinking my head into Alex's hard chest, comforted by his roaring heartbeat."You've made me the happiest man in the world Phoebe." I hear Alex murmur above me, and then plant a tender kiss on my head."Aww, you two are the cutest! You've made my brother soft." Ana chuckles, interrupting the tender
As we pull up at the mansion, I feel like I'm housing a whole damn zoo in my stomach. I find some relief in the fact that I can't sense Alex here, meaning I have some more time to relax and think about what I'm going to say. A wave of nostalgia washes over me as I take in the beautiful mansion, walking up the white marble steps to the ornate front door. I have lived here, cried here, loved here and almost died here. It most certainly will always be scrapbooked into my memory. As I enter into the grand palace, my dad with his arm wrapped around me, we encounter a shocked Vincent."Phoebe! I thought I could sme... hear you!" He gasps, an easy smile gliding onto his face smooth as butter."Hi Vincent. I've come to see Alex... oh and this is my dad, Ricky." I explain hastily."Oh that's real great Phoebe. He should be back soon. Hi Ricky, would you like me to show you around?" Vincent easily charms my dad."Yea sure, nice to meet you. Take it easy Phoebs, and just call me if you need any