Maeve's povOkay, I hadn’t thought this through when I decided to walk to the garden to take a break. A few minutes of peace and quiet had sounded perfect—a chance to clear my head, away from the chaos of Jaxon and all the drama that seemed to follow him.But I obviously forgotten the fact that I still had classes. Dumb ? I know right.Now here I am, back inside, standing in the hallway, practically pressed against a row of lockers, hiding from the principal, who just happens to be patrolling right now. Perfect timing, really. Still all I know is that I have to get to my class now. No matter how.I peek around the corner, watching as the principal checks each classroom door, his shoes clicking on the tile floor as he moves closer. I hold my breath, wondering if he’ll notice me.This was supposed to be a simple break—just ten minutes of fresh air to survive the day. But Carter and his mood swings, Jaxon and his...ugh. Of course they had to turn things into a drama fest.Now, here I a
Maeve's pov "Maeve, come on! You can’t hide forever. Get out here!” Ava called, banging on the door.I groaned, sinking deeper into my hiding spot. Why was my life like this? Why did drama always have to find me? All I wanted was to come back to school and be normal after Jaxon’s rejection, just blend in and be invisible for once.But no. Here I was, stuck in a bathroom stall, refusing to come out. Why? Because I’d just flashed my underwear to the entire class. And it wasn’t even an accident—Kayla, that idiotic cheerleader, had tripped me on purpose. I could still see her smirk, hear the laughter from the whole class that followed.Why did she hate me so much? What did I ever do to her? All I wanted was to sneak back into class quietly. Instead, I’d been humiliated in front of everyone.“Maeve, you can’t just stay in there forever” Ava said, softer this time. “I mean, really, Maeve? You’re being dramatic.”“Dramatic?” I whispered back, shaking my head. “I can’t go back out there, Ava
Maeve's pov I was sitting in Mrs. Donovan’s office, feeling like I wanted to be anywhere else. Home, my bed—really, anywhere but here. Mrs. Donovan was one of those teachers that you couldn’t help but notice. She wore these big, round glasses that made her eyes look huge. And her clothes—oh boy. Today, she was wearing a purple dress with orange spots, and it looked like something from a cartoon. If it weren’t for her serious face, she’d look like a quirky aunt at a family reunion. But right now, her serious face was aimed at me, and it made me feel like shrinking into my chair. All I wanted was to go home, lie down, and pretend today hadn’t happened. I glanced around her office, trying to distract myself. The walls were covered with old pictures of students and little motivational posters. “Reach for the stars,” one said, with a cartoon rocket on it. There was a weird smell in the air, like old books mixed with peppermint. "Miss Whitlock, are you even listening to me?" Mrs. Don
Maeve's pov I looked at the clock on Mrs. Donovan’s wall, ignoring Jaxon completely. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d even registered on my radar. Nope. He didn’t exist, not to me, not right now. Besides, I wasn’t going to let him ruin my day any more than he already had. He was just… a nobody, I told myself, trying to focus on the tick-tock of the clock hands. But then, I felt him sit into the chair right beside me. His presence was annoyingly obvious, like a shadow I couldn’t get rid of. He didn’t say anything, and I could feel the tension rolling off him, but I kept my eyes forward, determined to pretend he was invisible. Tick. Tock. I could hear every sound in the room, even my own breathing, and it only reminded me of how close he was. Why wasn’t he saying anything? And why did he choose to sit so close? There were plenty of other chairs, after all. A part of me wanted to turn and ask what he was doing, why he’d come, but I didn’t trust myself n
Maeve's pov"I’m not done, okay?” I said, narrowing my eyes and leaning in even closer. “Now, about that scene with Carter—tell me, what the hell was that show of dominance?”Jaxon’s jaw clenched again, but I could see the hesitation in his eyes. He was trying to decide whether to defend himself or keep his mouth shut. Either way, I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let him get away with anything anymore.“You made a scene, Jaxon,” I continued. “and it was pathetic. You acted like a child just because Carter was talking to me. Why do you care so much? You were the one who rejected me .We are nothing to each other"Jaxon’s eyes narrowed, a sneer pulling at his lips. “Why are you making me out to be the villain?” he spat “I rejected you because I couldn’t stand your self-righteous, bitchy attitude. You think you’re so special, but the only reason anyone even tolerates your existence is because of my sister. Let’s be honest, Maeve—you would have been a terrible Mate anyway.”The words hit m
Maeve's povShe took a breath, her eyes narrowing. “Take your seats. Both of you. Now.”The command left no room for argument. I released a shaky breath, swallowing my pride as I moved back to my chair. Jaxon shot me one last, venomous look before he dropped into his seat.“I called you both here because of a united decision made by all the teachers” she began, irritation flashing in her eyes.Mrs. Donovan's eyes settled on me. “Miss Whitlock, I’m deeply concerned about your grades. Your assignments are incomplete, and your test scores have been slipping. You’ve always had potential, but these past few months, it’s like you’ve checked out completely. At this rate, you’re risking failure in several subjects.” It wasn’t news to me that my grades were struggling—I’d barely managed to keep up with everything since Jaxon rejected me. But hearing it laid out so plainly, with Jaxon sitting there, felt like salt in a wound.Mrs. Donovan’s gaze turned on Jaxon. “And Mr. Thorn, your behavior
Maeve povI’m late. Again!Fuck why can I ever be on time!"Maeve!" My mom calls from downstairs"Breakfast is getting cold!""Coming!" I throw on whatever clothes I can find and grab my bag. I have maybe ten minutes before I miss the bus. I rush downstairs, almost tripping over my own feet. Typical.As soon as I hit the kitchen, the smell of bacon fills my nose.My dad’s already at the table, reading the paper like it’s still 1995. My mom, in her apron, is serving up breakfast with that same smile she gives every morning. They’re at it again — looking at each other like they’re the only ones in the world.I groan, sliding into my seat. "Can you two not do that in front of me and Lyle?"My brother, who’s sitting across from me, makes a face. "Yeah, it’s gross." But I know he secretly likes it. So do I, kinda. Just… not before coffee.My parents have that special love,the fated mates type,the kind every wolf hopes for. It’s like they’re each other’s whole world, and it’s been that way si
I clench my fists, staring up at him. “Says the guy who spends all his time picking on someone ‘pathetic.’ Must make you feel really big, huh?”"It’s not hard to feel big around you.”His smirk widens, eyes cold.I laugh, but it’s sharp, bitter. “Wow, real original, Jaxon. You been practicing that line? Gotta admit, the whole ‘alpha’s son bullying the omega’ routine? It’s getting old.” “Careful, Maeve. You’re already on thin ice as it is. You think just because my sister likes you, you matter around here? Think again.”His expression darkens, taking a step closer, almost towering. over me now.My blood boils. “And you think because you’re the alpha’s son, you can say whatever you want? Must be nice to walk around like your shit doesn’t stink.”“Okay, let’s all calm down. Jaxon, stop being an ass.” Ava steps in, looking between us like she’s trying to stop a bomb from going off. But Jaxon isn’t done. “I’m not the one who needs to calm down,” he says, his gaze fixed on me like I’m some