CHARLENE'S POVThe moment I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. Oh God! It was her again! Oh My! Her sister Cassy must've invited her over for lunch since they were already here! She looked amazing. She always did. But I had to admit I wasn't expecting her here. How could she come here after everything Cassy and I talked about yesterday? I stared at her for so long that Dad spoke. "Charlene, are you alright?" He sounded worried. "Uh, yeah," I muttered. "She's coming back." Then my gaze moved away from her, and my voice came out quieter. "Did you invite her?" Dad sighed deeply, as if he had been waiting for someone to ask that question. "Yes. I wanted to tell you that before she came in. I don't want you getting your hopes up, but we're going through with this." I opened my mouth, then closed it again. My head spun and I began to feel dizzy. Did Dad know how I hate Chandler? Why hadn't he said anything before? He knew it! He knew that I… No! That wasn't the question I needed to a
CHARLENE'S POVAfter a year… I successfully graduated from Snow Academy, but I wasn't chosen by any of the pack's alphas. Thus, I got forced to participate in an auction where I would be bought by Delta Niccolo of the Scarlet Edge Pack. I was treated like a slave, which made Beta Xavier furious. Even as a human, he still fell for me in this second life of mine. This simply shows his faithfulness. He trained me to the fullest until the other packs decided to have me for their own benefit. With Beta Xavier's refusal, this created some sort of battle against one another.They all began killing each other off until it was over with Beta Xavier taking care of all the loose ends. It was just him and I. We were inseparable… until he told me what I had done for him. My actions caused a war between them both… and I ended up being killed in my sleep. This is probably why I am now living in the woods with Beta Xavier, who has been trying his best to help me regain some control over myself sinc
CHARLENE'S POVEven the cold can't bother him when he's wrapped up in another's arms. I'm still not quite used to being so freely loved by someone like him. He's the most caring, thoughtful, romantic person on earth. And yet he makes me feel special. Like I belong somewhere. Like no matter where I go with him I will always have his protection and warmth. If I'm being honest, that terrifies me even more than the idea of going anywhere without him. I look back at him now and watch as he carefully feeds me a piece of venison, then takes the same care feeding himself. Xavier doesn't want to scare me, but I am beginning to worry that if he goes any longer without taking care of himself I won't survive him. I know he thinks he's strong, but I'm pretty sure his strength isn't something, he is a Beta despite being a human being, and he needs to live upon it. That means it's really up to me to protect him. I take a bite from my meat and look away, embarrassed that I had let myself get caugh
CHARLENE'S POV"Because–" he pauses, holding me closer. "B–because of her…" he sighs. I pull back and stare at him in disbelief. "She? You're talking about that girl? What did she ever do to make you hate her so much?" "I–I…" He frowns down at the ground, and his brows furrowed in frustration. "You said you wouldn't tell me who that was. I thought you trusted me!" I mutter. "Well I don't trust her," he growls quietly, turning to face me again with a scowl on his face. "So don't ask me anything else." Xavier stares down at me for a long moment, his gaze piercing through my soul. I look down at the ground in guilt as my tears start flowing faster. "I'm sorry!" I whisper, wiping them away with the back of my hand. He steps closer and takes my face in his hands, raising my face upwards so I have no choice but to look into his eyes. "I know." He sighs. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to snap at you." "Oh." I look up at him, and there is a pleading look in my eyes, as t
CHARLENE'S POVHe knows better than to tell me off when I'm having a panic attack. He knows how much that works to get me calm. He kisses my forehead softly and holds on to me. His fingers run through my hair, scratching gently over the scalp, and I close my eyes and sigh. A wave of tiredness crashes over me, and I fall asleep in his embrace. We're flying again. In the darkness, I can see Xavier's hand resting lightly on my shoulder as he looks out over the stars. It feels safe and warm and home. It's not real. "Charlene?" A voice whispers from the darkness of my subconscious. "Xavier?" It sounds like a question, but it doesn't feel like it's coming from my mouth. There's a feeling of pressure against my shoulder that seems oddly familiar, yet completely foreign all the same. There's no answer, but it feels like there should be. Like I should be able to see where we are. Like I should know what we are doing, even if I've never flown before. I reach out blindly, searching, searchi
CHARLENE'S POVI knew he wasn't going to be gone long. A little while later, however, I heard him enter the room again. "Charlene," he said quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you awake?" I opened my eyes and looked at him. I was wearing one of his t-shirts, and he was standing over me. I couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, yeah, I'm awake." His eyes were so beautiful. I leaned forward slightly and brushed our lips together gently. It took us both by surprise, because we hadn't expected such tenderness out of either of us, given our friendship. But once I registered the warmth of his kiss, I relaxed, leaning into it slowly. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. He kissed me deeply, and it made me feel dizzy. My brain short circuited a bit from the feeling. I moaned softly and kissed him back, trying to get closer, but Xavier kept pulling away and breaking away the kiss. He rested his forehead against mine. After a minute, he whispered, "It's okay. Go back to sleep."
CHARLENE'S POVHe opened his hands and grabbed mine. "If they tried to kill me, they won't have time to do it again, especially since you'll keep an eye on me, just in case I decide to go looking for them. Right?" I nodded reluctantly. That was true. I knew better than anyone that he couldn't take care of himself. Still, I hated seeing him like this. So scared, with his fists clenching and unclenching every few seconds. I put my free hand over his chest and pressed it gently until his heart stopped racing so fast. "You know that I wouldn't let anyone harm you, right?" He swallowed nervously. For a moment, his face softened into something very different from the angry expression. "Yes." He closed his eyes for a long while. When he finally opened them, he smiled sadly and said, "That's good." "You'd think so," I mumbled bitterly. He hadn't really asked me a question, I thought. Not a really important question anyway, which meant I was not going to get an answer to it. But I knew
CHARLENE'S POVMy heart started beating faster as I imagined what it would feel like if I kissed him. But I didn't want to get too involved. Maybe even after I won it. I knew he loved me, but how much more? And now I was going home. It all felt so unreal. This was all happening, it couldn't just be a dream. But why did he look like someone who'd seen some terrible tragedy, like that boy who got killed in the street and was still buried in the cemetery? That kind of expression looked nothing like that guy's smile. Maybe it was because I didn't know him well enough for him not to have changed? But there was no time to ponder the mystery of that mysterious boy's past. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud clatter downstairs. I jumped up in horror, but realized I hadn't locked the front door. It seemed Xavier didn't bother locking it when he walked out of my room. Well, I could fix that problem soon. I rushed down the stairs only to see Xavier standing frozen in the kitchen. There was
CHARLENE'S POVA few years later...I am now the Luna of the Vicious Shadow Pack, who destroyed the curse of their pack."So," Jaxton grinned beside me. "Why are you looking at me like that, huh?""Nothing. It's been a year since we met again, Charlene," Jaxton drawled, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips. "Can we be like–""Like what, Jaxton?""Like... official now?"I laughed at Jaxton's question and hugged him tightly. People pass around us and they can't stop glancing at us. I let my gaze wander over the rugged lines of his face, his sculpted lips, his eyes which had gone silver when he started talking about our relationship. I smiled widely and pressed a kiss on him. He groaned and kissed me back hard, his tongue tangling with mine. I tasted like mint from the chocolate mousse he had insisted I try today, and it made him smirk. We break the kiss after a while, both panting for breath, but neither of us has said anything. The people walking around us have stopped to w
CHARLENE'S POVSoon after the war finished, Selena declared her defeat in front of Alpha Jaxton, along with a genuine apology of what she did as she merely got blinded by the idea of revenge. She wished to be killed in the hands of the alpha. He didn't know that his parents were the cause of Selena's misery, so he took her in. She had to serve Alpha Jaxton for the rest of her life in exchange for being forgiven. So far, they haven't found the right way to kill her yet. But it won't be long before that changes. The war is still going on and Alpha Jaxton will take advantage if he sees any opportunity to get rid of her once and for all. She was still alive, but Selena has seen what kind of a man Alpha Jaxton truly is. There were no other words to describe him than brutal. In fact, I believe that he's only human. A person capable of loving someone so much, yet having such little care and patience for the same person. I wouldn't expect more from an alpha than that. It would never last fo
CHARLENE'S POVA few months later, Alpha Jaxton couldn't possibly leave me. During the commencement of the war, I was already on the verge of giving birth. My life would be at risk if Jaxton joined the battle. He was left with no choice other than to rely on Beta Xavier when he heard that my parents were about to get killed. Alpha Jaxton and Beta Xavier have been on good terms ever since the alpha knew that Xavier did nothing wrong. Jaxton owes a lot to him, considering how he was the only one who stayed by my side, protected, defended, and fought for my sake. Jaxton and Xavier had become close allies in order to survive. Beta Xavier has completely surrendered, he accepted the fact that no matter how many times the person he loves gets reborn, his love would never be reciprocated. ***"Hey, Charlene, are you okay? What's bothering you?" Jaxton asked. As he held onto my hand, he rubbed small circles into it to soothe away any pain I might've been feeling from my labor. The pain was
CHARLENE'S POVHis arms came around me tightly and his tongue swept past my lips. I moaned. We kissed for what felt like hours before he suddenly pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. I blinked rapidly at him, trying to figure out exactly what happened between us just now. He still looked nervous and uncertain but also happy. My heart thumped heavily and my face felt flushed hot. He chuckled softly, brushing my bangs from my face. "Well?" "Yes, I..." My voice faltered. I had no idea what to say next. It was all very confusing. Finally, I managed to get the words out. "Thank you, Jaxton. Thank you for showing me your dreams." He frowned. "What are you talking about?" "I... I haven't really experienced anything like that before. The butterflies. And everything. You've been giving me a lot of good experiences lately, without telling me where they come from or when they're going to happen. And I'm just… overwhelmed by it," I finally admitted. I wasn't exactly sure how else to
CHARLENE'S POV"I'm sorry…" There were tears running down his face, and there was no mistaking it this time. His eyes showed it clearly. He was trying to hold back tears, but they just kept coming, streaming down his cheeks in tiny rivers. His shoulders started shaking, as if he wanted to break out sobbing but couldn't allow himself to. And just when I thought he wasn't going to say anything else. "I–I love you, Charlene." The words were barely audible, but they sent a wave of warmth through me regardless. And I couldn't suppress a small laugh. I took his hand. "What's funny?" he sniffled. My expression softened. "That is funny. What you said." But he only looked confused. "What do you mean 'what did I say?' "When you asked what happened in the dream last night, you sounded so sad, Jaxton." I continued to tease him with light humor, trying to distract him from the fact that I was crying too. It worked. A small smile appeared on his lips as he wiped away one last tear that ran
CHARLENE'S POVHis right eye was swollen shut and half of his lower lip was cut through, revealing the bone underneath. His whole body felt like it was in shock. Was he okay? Jaxton slowly moved his eyelid upward. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "Char…" He breathed heavily. Relief and joy rushed over me. Thank goodness he's alright. I pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly against me, trying to absorb all of the heat and energy radiating off his body. I buried my nose into the curve of his neck as I inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of him. It was intoxicating! He smelled like fresh rain and pine trees. As my head started to spin, I realized there were other people nearby. They must be watching us or more specifically. And they're probably wondering how we knew each other or if I even remembered him at all. But this didn't matter. All that mattered now was Jaxton. The moment he wrapped his arms around me I felt safe and protected. So safe and happy. It almost made every
CHARLENE'S POVI couldn't force myself to push him off or push him to continue, even though that was what I desperately wanted. I needed him. I needed to be in control. No one else but him had ever made me feel like this. And I never would again if I didn't do something about this mess we were in. The sound of footsteps interrupted our moment just when I was considering whether or not it would be wise to ask him to stop. A voice from above us snapped. "Is this how you treat the lady you claim to love?" We both looked up with matching sheepish grins, my face redder than a tomato, Jaxtonton's cheeks darker than a ripe tomato, and our clothes crumpled and torn beyond repair. "Who are you?" Jaxton asked, trying to pull himself out from underneath me. I tried to sit up as well but it seemed that my arms still belonged to someone else. "Who did you say you were?" Jaxton asked again, ignoring my questions for now. "I don't know who you think you're messing with, but we are going to have
CHARLENE'S POV"You'll come back eventually, Jaxton. It may take years, but eventually you'll find someone who understands, even if she doesn't love you like you deserve. That's what you want, right?" It seemed so simple when I said it out loud, but it would never be simple with him. I know that now. It was a hopeless relationship. Even more hopeless than the one with Xavier. No matter where we went or what we did, there was always something holding us back from really being together. We stared at each other in silence. Finally he gave a half smile and shook his head slightly before pulling himself up off the couch. We stood for a moment gazing at each other before he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I felt my eyes burn suddenly with unshed tears as I turned my head slightly and pressed my mouth against his shoulder. He smelled of the laundry detergent he used. A strong masculine scent that mixed pleasantly with some sweet, flowery scent he liked to wear. I wrappe
CHARLENE'S POVHe thinks we're incompatible. I had thought he wanted me! But the way he said it, it sounded as though he didn't want anything more than friendship and maybe s*x. I felt disappointed, hurt even, and humiliated. "It just occurred to me that your bloodline isn't completely pure," he explained, "or at least, not entirely. There's a chance, if we're compatible enough..." I couldn't help feeling hopeful. "Yes. If we are compatible, then when our souls touch." He trailed off. His eyes were sparkling. I could feel how badly he wanted me. How much he really liked me. I could see how much he was enjoying our time together. So much so that he would willingly change himself for better. I felt tears welling up inside me. I hadn't expected anything more than being friends. Not that I wouldn't be grateful and happy, of course. But still, this was so unexpected for both of us. I nodded in response to his question, not trusting my voice. "That's perfect, Charlene," he grinned. "We