I cast a hard look at the cafeteria's door. The sandwiches he asked Rhetti to pack for me were still placed inside my backpack. It was lunchtime. He should be here at any time.
I saw Samantha's friends giving me a hateful look but their smiles were saying something else. But Samantha wasn't around her group. That didn't happen rarely too.
'She will be with him.' The voice inside me spoke, full of annoyance.
The bell rang, announcing the end of lunch break. Deep loneliness had steadily crept up on me. I shouldn't be bothered about him. How could he be so cruel? He's known for his cruelty. Doesn't he? He kissed me twice, he was hanging out with her. There are a lot of shifters. They could find her sister better than him with their experience.
My smile was lazy and languid when I darted my eyes and I saw him cuddling me. It was the best morning. His arm was locked around my middle, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He was looking so cute with his hair falling over his forehead. He inhaled deeply. The moment I knew he wasn't sleeping, "You should sleep somewhere else?" I couldn't pull back the smile stretching over my face. First, I could not sleep, then I didn't remember anything after closing her eyes. He opened his eyes, his smile sent waves of relief in my body. Emotions rushed through me. He splayed his hand on my lower back, pushing me to his chest, "Good morning, mon amour," He brushed his lips on my cheek. "Dastien," I stared at him. He laughed, running his hand through his hair. His
I was waiting for Max and Grace. I haven't seen them since Dastien ordered him to meet with his father. I didn't want them in any trouble because of me. I had looked at every coming face in the cafeteria. "Hi," Suddenly Silver's voice came from behind me. Pulling me out of my thoughts. My head jerked to the door. Silver and Elizabeth were coming toward me, holding a broad smile, looking relieved. I jumped out of my seat and rushed at them. My eyes brimmed with tears. I missed them. I hugged them. They curled their arms around me. I felt warm. Hot tears rolled down my skin. "How are you doing?" Elizabeth asked softly, yet her tone indicated his worry. They glanced at my face when I pulled b
"You're weak. We will go some other day," Silver said. Worry covered her face. ' Why does it happen to me when I want to leave the academy? It feels academy is my safe shell or it's Dastien. ' "Please," I needed to see if Max was fine." I said. "You don't need to be so stubborn." He laid me on the passenger seat. I tried to move myself. My body felt in pain as I was beaten badly. I pushed myself in a sitting position. ' Am I cursed?' I kept the question to myself. "Dastien, I wanna..." Sadness was expressive from my features. "We'll go tomorrow, promise." Elizabeth smiled down at him. "I'm seriously not going to talk to
He interlocked our fingers. My stomach churned, I couldn't help but grin. I remembered the time when I saw him. I never considered him to be so close to me, my mate. I squinted at him. His easy smile settled peace within me. The fear I felt about the transaction washed away. I could deal with anything with him. I had felt something from him from the start when I saw him in Wolf form first, like I had known him forever, it didn't make sense at first, but now I knew. Mate! "And you hungry? We can go out for dinner." He smiled. A deeper sense of calm washed through me, "Dinner?" "We can cook at home." He suggested. I halted to look at him, "I really wanted to go out tod
Elizabeth flashed me a tight smile. The dinner was amazing. I was in love with their cooking skills, "You can stay with us," She said. "I say the same thing." I flashed a full smile. "I'm going out with Alex. Mr Wolfe is back. So he can break the rules again." Silver blinked at us. I arched my brows. Suddenly, I felt uneasy in my own skin. my skin felt like there was something under it, something pulsing with a life of its own. Dastien was right behind me. I could smell him, his scent was like wood, fresh air after rain in the forest. Small sparks of electricity skated across my skin where he was flush against mine. My odd feelings changed into something romantic. "You okay?" The deep, gravelly sound of his voice sent a shiver through me.&nbs
It became awfully quiet, my breathing stuck in my throat. Tears began to run down my cheeks. I tightened my arms around her as she stumbled. My legs felt weak. Fear of losing her strangled me, "You can't die. Please." My voice shook in fear. Elizabeth shifted into a dark grey wolf and launched herself at Samantha. Samantha was looking at us with big eyes, horror clung to her features. The gun fell from her hands, "I'm sorry, Silver." Samantha squealed. Her body was shaking terribly. Elizabeth pounced at her, pinning her down. "Silver," My voice cracked. I placed her head on my lap. I brushed my hand over her cheeks to tuck the hair away. Blood was oozing from the side of her waist. I pressed my hand on the wound. "
I clenched my backpack and kept walking on the cobblestone path. I felt attached to this place. I met him here. The first time, I saw him here. I looked at the wood. 'Yes! I'm hoping it happens again. I can feel him around me. But I can't see him. We have completed the semester. I didn't see Dastien after that day. No one knows. Where's he? Alex says he must be in the Dark realm. I have asked them many times about his whereabouts. No one knows.' I halted at the sight of Jasper, "Ready to meet your family?" He asked with a smile. I managed a smile. They tried hard to bring a smile to my face. I smiled, not to disappoint them. "I guess," I would have said 'Yes' a few days ago but the entire situation has changed. I have a mate. It hurts so much, waking in his room but not seeing him.&n
The door clicked. I didn't lift my head, "I know you don't wanna talk. But we need to find our brother." I heard Ava. I swept a shocked look at her, " Didn't mom..." 'She always talked about him. But we never could ask her, try to know anything about him.' "She wouldn't tell you. She wouldn't bring the topic. So..." She trailed, shifting on her feet. I saw her a few minutes ago in a werewolf form. "What do you mean find him?" My voice was hoarse with emotions and anger. "Our father took him with him." She pressed her lips in a thin line. "He's not our father," I yelled in anger, " Please, leave me alone." My breathing turned shallow as I grappled the truth. "We can talk later, " She offered.&nbs
THIRD PERSON's POV Silver slid under the duvet with her. The air was full of tension, silence was making it worse. "What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, worry written all over her face "Look at her," Silver peered down at her and placed the back of her hand against her cheek, ''Her skin is cold. Her lips are turning blue. We can't let her die. She's our friend." "I've talked to mom. The book is the only solution." Elizabeth said, flickering her gaze out of the window. The night was dark, with no star, no moon. "How could Dastien leave her to deal with everything on her own when she doesn't know a thing about our world?" Silver muttered, under her breath. They were worried and frighten
"Are you okay, Emma?" Teal asked. I nodded my head. My gaze caught the dark leather tome. The sparkling increased and it burst into the air, it threw the book into the air and it tore into thousands of tiny pieces. The part of my brain seemed to shut off. My pulse quickened, "What's this?" I asked. "We broke the spell," Sap whispered, still in shock. I was staring at her, "Why am I precious? You know everything about me, indeed everyone." I swiped my gaze on Carlos. He returned the gaze but didn't utter a word. Sap glanced at Teal, her expression was nervous. "I need to know what's happening to me? Why am I cursed?" I never dared to ask this. Never. "You're cursed by a powerful Quee
In the morning, the sun peeked out over the tops of the mountains. I woke up with a jolt. I saw the beasts in my nightmare. I could hear the weak voices of my friends, "You're dreaming. Relax." When I opened my eyes. They were looking at me, lying next to me. I pushed myself up and climbed down the bed. I walked over to the window with sleepy eyes. A slow smile appeared on my face. There was a beautiful picturesque in front of me. "It's beautiful," Silver said. "A beautiful trap," Elizabeth murmured. "Why?" I asked, still looking at the view of hills and morning sun in front of me. "Some witches are so strong that they can destroy the world. They are full of evil."
"Wao!" I looked at the ceiling to the walls and floor with wonder. It looked like a simple house from the outside. But when I stepped in, the floor was made of polished wood, the walls were of stone, the roof was of glass, wood, and aluminum. The furniture was of dark wooden, dark and coffee brown curtains, some ancient paintings were hanging on the wall, "Your house is amazing," "I was telling the same," Silver said, giggling. Elizabeth paced toward me. I took a step back, Jasper's hand around my shoulder stopped me. " I wanna keep it," I said. "You're hurting yourself and us. You know she didn't mean to hit you." Elizabeth said. I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn't seek their help at every moment. "We shouldn't do this. We should hear you." Silver sighe
They'd really transformed into a badass. I grabbed my backpack. It was heavy for me. My phone buzzed. I took it out of my pocket and stared at the message. 'Samantha has asked for your number. Is she troubling you?' I sat down on the bed and clicked on the reply. I typed quickly. 'No, everything is fine.' I grabbed the bag and got up, hauling it behind me. Mom was waiting in the hall. My phone buzzed again. I clicked on open glancing down. 'I didn't give her your number. ' "What's making you frown?" She asked. I softly bit my lower lip, "Samantha wanted my number but Drake refused her." I told her. Was it wish? Soon, I'd know from her reaction. "He did the ri
I felt all the more dreadful. Cassandra was hovering over my head. Her gaze cut through me and I felt paralyzed. I pushed myself up, drifting my gaze around. "Finally you're fully awake," Cassandra said, with a smile. Her real smile astounded me. Werewolves tearing heads from their bodies, dead bodies, faeries fighting, faces of king Ricinus, King Kelstov, Prince Stipe plagued my thoughts. "I'm not married, right?" I asked with a scared tone, with big eyes. My chin began to tremble. I held my tears. They fed on human pain. They tormented humans and mocked their suffering. I swung my legs off the bed and padded across the room. It was a different room. "You're not married." She said.
I opened my eyes. My cheek was pressed against something cold. I forced my eyes to open. I saw logs burning and people sitting around it. It was huge and in the shape of a pentacle. The flames were so tall that I could it above their heads too. I could feel the slight heat. But the cool wind made it worse. My body trembled when I saw bars. I pushed myself up, jamming my hands against the cold metal. I heard laughter. My gaze drifted around. I was caged. The mocking, monstrous faces looked at me. Dread rolled through my belly. I drew in a sharp breath when I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head. A hand waved and I saw dark smoke in the air. I fall back on the metal ground. I tried but I couldn't gather the strength to sit. I held my hand to my temple. It hurt when my fingers pressed softly. Where are you
My eyes opened with a snap. Dastien! I could feel the pain again in my memories but it felt real. The terror permeated my skin and seeped into my bones. All faces turned and lingered on me, and I clenched my teeth to suppress a shriek as I pushed myself up. My gaze darted around. I wasn't in my room. The walls were red, ancient, expensive furniture, their room was definitely royal. King Kelstov was leaning against the doorframe. His yellow eyes were still on Elizabeth. Arms curled around me, taking me in a choking embrace. I saw Mary grinning with tears. "Girls, careful. Don't hurt her." She muttered. They pulled away immediately. They were grinning but I could see tear tracks, slightly swollen or red eyes. The skin of my cheek
After two hours of driving in the deep forest, Mary announced that we'd walk. Trees were so thick that the sunlight hardly reached the ground. The sound of wild animals could be heard. Somewhere from the direction of the forest, an owl hooted. In response, my heart thrummed. "It gives an ominous feeling," I told them. "Dark magic!" Mary said, looking forward. Her feet didn't stop for a second. I gazed at Elizabeth for an explanation, "This place is secured by Dark magic. Only a dark Faerie king can do this." "King Kolstov," I said his name in a whisper. My legs were throbbing, "Can we rest for a while?" I was forcing myself to walk. "I can pick you up," Silver grinned at me. We kept walk