FADED (BOOK ONE)

Lyka's P.O.VI hate it when am late for classes.I mean I am always an early bird most times.There is always that day when you are lazy to walk out of  bed even when you hear the alarm and that day is today for me. I am going to be totally late thanks to my laziness.Early morning at exactly seven, I heard the annoying buzz of my alarm. I reached for it on my night stand and switched it off to continue with my sleep for at least five more minutes.Goddamn the warm covers!I don't know how five more minutes turned to thirty but all I knew is I was late for Calculus.I am never late for class in fact I am never late for Calculus. Which person in their right mind would be late for this class? Me. Rig

I painfully open my eyes adjusting to the brightness in the room. The light evading my eyes causes me to wince in pain. Why didn't I bother closing my curtains damn it? My head pounds so hard that it might explode. Might have been the cheap booze at the party. With Julian at the party parading her new catch, I wouldn't mind.Wait a minute, I don't remember taking anything at the party. The thought makes my eyelids flutter open clearly. White walls, grey linen curtains, white marble floor stare back at me as I scrutinize my surroundings. This is not my room. Immediately, I step out of the covers the headache gone in an instant. My heart throbs in panic. I know my mom and I are well off thanks to my dad's money he left before he died but  this room screams excess luxury.I hope this turns out to be a really bad dream. Gazing up at the white ceiling, memories of last night flood my brain piece by piece without leaving any details out. Party. Julia

 Lyka's P.O.VThis room has been like a prison to me for the last three weeks. It has been my routine to wake up, freshen up and then go sit near this huge window for hours thinking of ways I can escape this hell hole. Beyond this villa, there are woods. I know they lead somewhere, somewhere I can find my freedom. It's not that I am a prisoner in here but I feel like one. I decided to never leave this room ever since that meeting. For the past few weeks, mom has been persuading me to forgive her, to go out of the room but I don't feel like it. I just don't feel like forgiving her yet in spite of the explanations she's tried to give me.  " had to protect you Lyka. You are very special to us." she explained. "I don't give a damn about anything." I snarled. "Lyka, you are the next alpha. You mean a lot to these people, to me." "You me

Please follow, vote and comment... Lyka's P.O.VHe excused himself from the table before I had a chance to stop him. I followed him through the hallway to the west wing."Wait," I called and he stopped.He turned around poised his eyes meeting with mine. "What should I call you? Mr. Harry or Gabriel?" I asked consciously."Gabriel, that's my name." he replied in a monotonous voice.I walked closer to him stopping a few inches from him."Why didn't you tell me earlier? You do realize it would have made things easier?" "It wasn't my place to tell, I did what I had to do and that was to protect you." his calm baritone v

Lyka's P.O.V It has been two weeks since I started training with Sebastian. After my encounter with Gabriel, I asked Sebastian a favor to teach me how to fight since he was great at it. We worked tirelessly in the gym which was situated in the west wing every single day. Each day came with a hectic task and by now, I am great since I am a fast learner.  Sebastian has been teaching me the basics and now the real tactics. It hasn't been easy with a lot of muscle pulls and hard falls but I need all I can get. I have a point to prove. "You've gotten stronger than before." Sebastian remarked passing me a bottle of water."That's because I have a great teacher." I smiled at him.Sebastian was really good and strong. Most of the time