Maeve's pov Ava’s voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and furious. “You’re pathetic, Kayla. You and your little lapdog.”Trevor straightened, his grin fading as he took a step forward. “Watch it, Ava,” he warned, his tone darkening. “You don’t wanna start something you can’t finish.”Ava didn’t back down. She stood her ground, her eyes blazing. “Oh, please. You wouldn’t last five seconds in a fight with me. Sit down, Trevor. You’re embarrassing yourself.”The tension in the air was thick, like a storm about to break. I wanted to step in, to stop Ava before things escalated, but I couldn’t move. My body felt like it was made of lead, weighed down by the shame.Kayla laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “oh my gosh! Please. I’m just having a little fun. It’s not my fault the omega makes it so easy.”Trevor leaned in, his grin widening as he looked me up and down. “She really does. I mean, come on, look at her. Covered in paint, standing there like a scared little puppy. It’s
Maeve's pov The hallway was a storm. People scattered like leaves caught in a violent wind. Shouts, screams, and the sound of fists meeting flesh filled the air. My body was frozen in place, my mind was unable to process what was happening.Jaxon and Trevor were locked in a brutal fight. No, this wasn’t a fight—it was a massacre.Trevor tried to throw a punch, but Jaxon caught his wrist with inhuman speed, twisting it with a sickening crack. Trevor screamed in pain, his face pale as he stumbled back, holding his arm. Blood dripped from Jaxon’s knuckles, but he didn’t stop. His glowing golden eyes burned with rage, and his chest heaved with each breath.“How dare you do that to her!” Jaxon roared, his voice not entirely human. It was deeper, rougher, and filled with fury. His wolf was in control, and it was terrifying.Trevor didn’t have time to recover. Jaxon lunged, slamming him against the lockers with enough force to leave a dent. The sound echoed through the hallway as Trevor cr
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
As Ava and I walk home, she’s going on about some pack drama when I decide to cut in. "So, I ran into the new transfer student today," I say, glancing over at her. Ava stops in her tracks, eyes wide. “Wait—what? New transfer student? You didn’t tell me this earlier! Spill!” I shrug. “His name’s Carter. We bumped into each other behind the science wing during lunch.” “Oh my god,” Ava squeals, grabbing my arm. “Is he hot? Please tell me he’s hot.” I roll my eyes, but I can’t help a smile. “I mean, yeah, I guess. Dark hair, leather jacket, that whole 'bad boy' vibe. Definitely not your typical pack guy.” Ava’s eyes light up, and she shakes her head in disbelief. “I swear, you have all the luck! And he talked to you?” “Yeah,” I say, kicking a pebble down the sidewalk. “He’s doesn’t really do the whole mate thing.” “What’s his deal?”Ava gives me a weird look I shrug again. “Didn’t get much out of him, honestly. Just seemed like he’s not into all the pack traditions. But who knows
As the limo drove through the streets, the city lights flashed by, but my mind was a mess. I kept overthinking about every single thing .Ava sat next to me, talking about who might be at the ball and what she'd do if she found her mate. I tried to listen, but my mind kept wandering. The mating ball wasn’t just any party; it was an old tradition. For some, it was an exciting night where they might meet the one person destined to be their mate. But for others, like me, it was full of expectations I wasn’t sure I was ready for. When we arrived at the venue, I opened my mouth in surprise. The grand hall was beautiful,just staring at it made one feel like it was something of another world. People were already gathered outside, dressed in fancy gowns and suits, looking like something out of a dream. I could feel the mix of excitement and nerves in the air. “You ready?” Ava asked, bringing me back to the moment. I gave her a forced smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She stepped out con
Fuck! The pain hit me like a wave, very sharp and quick. I gasped, holding the ground as if it would keep me from falling apart. But literally I was actually falling apart my vision kept blurring and I could feel my nose bleeding.Probably because Jaxon was an alpha,he didn't seem to feel most of the pain i felt. Instead he just stood there with a frown on his face.I wanted to scream, to cry—anything to release the tightness in my chest. But I couldn’t. I swallowed back tears, refusing to break in front of him. He already thought I was pathetic, breaking down in front of him would be proving him right.Jaxon glanced at me one last time before walking away, leaving me behind.For what felt like ages, I stayed on the ground, my heart aching with a pain I didn’t think I could feel. Slowly, I sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees, burying my face in my thighs.Fuck! It only takes few minutes for one's whole perception of life to be ruined. All my life had never thought I would find
Maeve pov They say when life hands you lemons, you should make lemonade. But what they failed to mention are the times when life hands you an entire orchard of lemons, and all you can do is stand there like a coward, paralyzed, watching them rot at your feet. It's been two weeks since the mating ball.Two weeks since I last left the comfort of my room. Two weeks of laying in bed listening to the haunting melodies of Lana Del Rey. And Two weeks since I felt anything any feelings except for numbness. And when I tell you it's been a rough past few weeks, you better believe me. When Ava took me home that night, I barely made it through the door before I crumbled. The tears started slow, just a soft trickle, but then I burst into sobs. I didn't have the strength to explain. All I could do was wrap my arms around my mom, hugging her tightly. Mom held me tight, her fingers brushing my hair in that soothing, familiar way, that comforted me. Ava understood I wasn't ready to talk beca
Maeve's pov The hallway was a storm. People scattered like leaves caught in a violent wind. Shouts, screams, and the sound of fists meeting flesh filled the air. My body was frozen in place, my mind was unable to process what was happening.Jaxon and Trevor were locked in a brutal fight. No, this wasn’t a fight—it was a massacre.Trevor tried to throw a punch, but Jaxon caught his wrist with inhuman speed, twisting it with a sickening crack. Trevor screamed in pain, his face pale as he stumbled back, holding his arm. Blood dripped from Jaxon’s knuckles, but he didn’t stop. His glowing golden eyes burned with rage, and his chest heaved with each breath.“How dare you do that to her!” Jaxon roared, his voice not entirely human. It was deeper, rougher, and filled with fury. His wolf was in control, and it was terrifying.Trevor didn’t have time to recover. Jaxon lunged, slamming him against the lockers with enough force to leave a dent. The sound echoed through the hallway as Trevor cr
Maeve's pov Ava’s voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and furious. “You’re pathetic, Kayla. You and your little lapdog.”Trevor straightened, his grin fading as he took a step forward. “Watch it, Ava,” he warned, his tone darkening. “You don’t wanna start something you can’t finish.”Ava didn’t back down. She stood her ground, her eyes blazing. “Oh, please. You wouldn’t last five seconds in a fight with me. Sit down, Trevor. You’re embarrassing yourself.”The tension in the air was thick, like a storm about to break. I wanted to step in, to stop Ava before things escalated, but I couldn’t move. My body felt like it was made of lead, weighed down by the shame.Kayla laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “oh my gosh! Please. I’m just having a little fun. It’s not my fault the omega makes it so easy.”Trevor leaned in, his grin widening as he looked me up and down. “She really does. I mean, come on, look at her. Covered in paint, standing there like a scared little puppy. It’s
Maeve's pov Kayla’s gang erupted in laughter, their voices were loud and sharp cutting through the air like knives. I could feel every pair of eyes on me, some wide with shock, others looking at me like I was a clown. All I felt was embarrassment .My hair was a mess, heavy and dripping. I desperately clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms to keep the tears from falling Ava was yelling now. Her voice rose above the laughter. “What the hell, Kayla? Are you serious? What’s wrong with you?”Kayla didn’t even flinch. If anything, her smirk deepened as she crossed her arms “What’s wrong with me? Oh, honey, what’s wrong with her? She’s the one walking around like she’s better than everyone else when she’s just—well, you know. Nothing.”Her words hit like a slap. I felt like I was shrinking under her gaze, like I was being peeled apart for everyone to see.“You’re disgusting,” Ava snapped, stepping in front of me like a shield. “You’re just jealous because Maeve has something y
Maeve's pov Sometimes, the hardest person to believe in is yourself.Ever since Grandma said those words, I couldn’t shake them from my mind. They looped around in my head like a song I couldn’t turn off. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard her voice, telling me that I could be more. That I was more. But how was I supposed to take that first step, to agree to the training, when everything felt so overwhelming?I barely slept. The night stretched on forever, and even when I managed to fall asleep, I kept waking up. Images of Carter pacing in the garden, Grandma’s determined face, and my own reflection—weak —kept flashing through my mind.By the time morning came, I felt like a zombie. My limbs were heavy, and my eyes stung from lack of sleep. The weight of everything I’d heard, everything I’d felt, pressed down on me, making it hard to move, hard to breathe.School felt impossible. The chatter in the hallways was too loud, the lights too bright.I caught sight of my reflection in the
maeve's pov “But you’re not weak now,” I said, struggling to reconcile the woman before me with the image she’d painted of her past.“No, I’m not,” she agreed. “I decided that I wasn’t going to let my circumstances define me. I wasn’t going to let other people’s opinions shape my future. I started training—harder than anyone else. Not just physically, but mentally. But it took me a long time to get here. And it wasn’t easy. I had to fight for every ounce of strength, every shred of respect. I had to prove to myself—and to everyone else—that I was more than the labels they tried to pin on me.And slowly, I started to change. Not just how I saw myself, but how others saw me.”I swallowed hard, my emotions swirling. “That’s different. You... you’re you. You’re strong. I’m just... broken. How did you do it? How did you go from... from that to this?”Her smile turned wistful. “It wasn’t one big moment, Maeve. It was a series of small choices. I stopped believing the lies they told me abou
Maeve's pov Carter stood up without saying a word, his chair scraping against the floor. His jaw was tight, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. He didn’t look at me, or at Grandma. He just walked to the door and stepped outside, letting it slam shut behind him. The sound echoed through the room. “Carter!” Grandma called after him, her voice breaking a little. She stood up, as if she might follow, but then she stopped. Her shoulders drooped, and she sighed deeply. “Oh, that boy...” she muttered, more to herself than to me. The air in the room felt thick, like a storm cloud had settled over us. I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t just the sadness that hung in the air—it was something heavier. I glanced out the window. Carter was standing in the garden, his back to us, staring at nothing. The sharp edges of his shadow made him look bigger, more menacing. He didn’t move, but there was something about the way he stood—tense, like a coiled spring—that made my stomach
maeve's pov But Grandma wasn’t going to let us get too comfortable in our teasing. She was already jumping up, shuffling across the room with another tray of cookies. “Well, no time to waste!” she said, setting the tray in front of us with an energy I envied. “Let me show you both something.” She winked at Carter and pointed to the wall near the fireplace. “I’ve got the photo albums you’ll love.” I raised my brows. “Photo albums?” I echoed. “Oh, yes!” Her voice was full of excitement. “All the best memories of Carter when he was just a little troublemaker. You’ll see.” She walked off to the shelf and pulled out an old, worn-out album. “Carter used to stay with me for a while, you know. Before he got all... grown-up and moved to his parents pack.” Carter groaned from the armchair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Grandma, no. Please don’t.” But she ignored him, flipping through the pages with determination. “Oh, this one,” she said, showing me a picture of a much younger C
Maeve's pov Carter's expression shifted from surprise to annoyance as he stepped closer, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. His hair was tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes. "Grandma," he said, his tone affectionate but filled with annoyance, "what are you doing out here? I thought you said you’d stay home today." The old woman—his grandmother—waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, nonsense. I needed some fresh air. Besides, I met this lovely young lady.” She gestured to me, her smile as bright as ever. “Maeve, this is my grandson, Carter. Carter, this is Maeve.” Carter’s gaze flicked to me, his brows rising slightly. “We’ve met.” “Really?” His grandmother’s eyes twinkled. “How wonderful! Then you won’t mind escorting us back to the house. I was just about to invite Maeve over for tea.” “What?” Carter and I said in unison, though his tone was weird while mine was more uncertain. “Oh, don’t look so shocked, Carter,”
Maeve's pov I walked through the park, my head heavy with thoughts. The events of the burial was stuck in my mind like a storm cloud I couldn’t shake. Everywhere I went, I felt the weight of it—of the flames, the howls, and the empty space inside me where my wolf should have been. The morning sun was warm, but it didn’t reach me. I shuffled along the gravel path, kicking at small stones. Around me, the park was peaceful. Children played on the swings, their laughter ringing in the air. Birds chirped from the branches of tall oak trees, their leaves golden with autumn. It was beautiful, but I couldn’t feel it. Not really. Why can’t I shift? I thought for the hundredth time. What’s wrong with me? Every other wolf in the pack had their wolf, their other half. Even the younger ones could shift by now. But me? I was just... broken. I sighed, rubbing my arms as I walked farther into the park. The gravel gave way to soft grass, and I spotted an old wooden bench near a cluster of rose