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
The moment I stepped through the school doors, it was like time had stopped. Everything looked exactly the same—same halls, same faces, but somehow, I was the only one who felt different. I expected everyone to know what had happened, to see me as the girl who got rejected, the broken omega who’d been left by her mate. But as I walked through the crowd, heads didn’t turn, and people didn’t whisper. It was like no one even noticed me. Just like always, they looked past me, wrapped up in their own lives, completely unaware of my existence. My stomach twisted with a strange feeling. I’d built myself up, preparing for stares, pitying looks, or worse—judgment. But as I walked, it dawned on me that Jaxon hadn’t said anything. He’d kept our connection, and his rejection, to himself.Which meant Ava didn’t know. No one knew. Part of me felt relieved, like I could just hide in the shadows and pretend none of it had happened. But there was a heaviness in my chest, guilt for not telling Av
I blinked, surprised. Ava’s mate. Of course, she’d found her mate during the night of the mating ball . I forced a smile, trying to match her excitement. “Oh, that’s amazing! Congratulations, Ava.” Hunter gave me a nod, that cocky look I’d seen a hundred times from him. He was the quarterback, the alpha type everyone drooled over. I’d seen him with plenty of other girls before, the popular ones who flocked around him like moths to a flame. Ava, sweet Ava, with him. I couldn’t help but think about how strange the Moon Goddess’s choices could be, pairing a girl as kind and thoughtful as Ava with someone like Hunter. But fate was strange that way. I nudged Hunter’s arm. “Hey, just make sure you take care of my best friend, or I might have to, you know…murder you.” Hunter rolled his eyes, grinning. “Sure, I’ll be on my best behavior,” he planted a quick kiss on Ava’s forehead. “See you later, babe.” With a last nod to me, he walked off, leaving us alone. Ava turned to me, rolling h
maeve's pov I stood in the hallway, leaning against the cold wall, my arms wrapped around myself like they could somehow hold me together. Ava’s words still echoed in my mind.“You didn’t trust me.”The pain in her voice. The betrayal. It was more than I could bear. I tried to tell myself I did what I thought was right, but deep down, I knew I’d messed up. Ava had always been there for me. She deserved better. She deserved the truth. And I’d kept it from her.I let out a shaky breath, staring at the empty hallway ahead. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was crushing me from the inside. The argument played in my head on a loop. I’d hurt her, the one person who had always had my back. And for what? To protect her? To protect myself? It didn’t even matter anymore. The damage was done.Ava’s face flashed in my mind again—the hurt in her eyes, the way she stepped back like I was a stranger. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall. I wanted to go back, to say someth
Maeve's pov Her expression twisted with hurt, and she took a step back as if I’d struck her. “You both should have trusted me,” she said quietly. “And you of all people,should have told me the truth.”“I couldn’t,” I said, my voice cracking. “You don’t understand—he doesn’t want me. He made that perfectly clear.”Ava’s eyes softened for a moment, but the anger quickly returned. “So that’s why he’s been acting like this,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. “That’s why he’s been so… unhinged.”She wasn’t wrong—Jaxon had been different since the mate bond revealed itself. Darker. Angrier. And now Trevor’s blood was on his hands because of it.Ava’s stared at me, her jaw tight, her eyes flashing with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief.“He’s my brother, Maeve,” she said.“My brother. And you didn’t think I deserved to know?”Her words hit me like a blow, and I flinched, guilt twisting in my chest. “I couldn’t, Ava,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I didn’t know how—”“How?” she
Maeve's pov He reached for me again, his hand trembling slightly, as if he was afraid to touch me. “Maeve,” he said, his voice low and rough.I pulled my hand back sharply, glaring at him through the tears in my eyes. “Don’t touch me,” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “You don’t get to do this. Not after what you’ve done.”Before Ares—or Jaxon—could respond, the heavy sound of a door slamming open echoed through the hallway. Mr. Hargrove, the principal, stormed in, his face red with fury. His eyes looked over the chaos: Trevor’s broken form, the crowd of stunned students, and Jaxon standing like a predator who’d just been interrupted mid-hunt.“What in the hell is going on here?” Mr. Hargrove’s voice boomed through the corridor, silencing the whispers and mutterings that had begun to rise. Teachers hurried in behind him, their faces pale as they took in the scene.“Jaxon !” Mr. Hargrove barked, his gaze locking onto Jaxon. “My office. Now.”Jaxon’s jaw tightened, bu
His fist was mid-swing, his knuckles were inches from Trevor’s already bruised face. His golden eyes flicked toward me, and for a moment, it was like time itself had stopped. The hallway went silent. The cheering, the screaming, the jeering—it all faded into nothingness. Even the crowd seemed stunned. Ava stood there with tears streaming down her face, her mouth slightly open in shock. Kayla’s hand fell to her side, her face pale and confused. No one said a word. And Jaxon… he just stared at me. Our eyes locked, and the pull in my chest tightened. It was unbearable now, like it was yanking me forward with invisible chains. My feet moved on their own, one step, then another. I couldn’t stop myself. “Maeve, what are you doing?” Ava’s voice was faint, almost like an echo, but I ignored her. I walked toward him, my heart pounding in my chest. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I couldn’t stop. My gaze stayed locked on Jaxon’s, and it was like the rest of the world didn’t exi
Maeve’s POV The world around me was chaos, but my mind felt like it was unraveling. Everything was too loud—the shouts, the jeers, the sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh. I stood frozen, my feet rooted to the ground as if someone had glued me in place. My thoughts swirled in a dizzying storm. Why was Jaxon doing this? Why was he tearing Trevor apart like this? Was it because of me? No, that didn’t make sense. Jaxon hated me. He’d made that clear enough when he rejected me.But then why was he so angry? Why was he defending me with such brutal, unrelenting fury? I watched him. I couldn’t look away. His golden eyes were glowing brightly and his movements were sharp and deadly, like a predator playing with its prey. Blood dripped from his fists, his knuckles raw and red, but it didn’t slow him down. He was unstoppable, and it terrified me. And yet… deep down, I wasn’t scared of him. Not really. I should’ve been. Any sane person would’ve been terrified of the beast he’d
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