AryaThings seem to be happening in slow motion, and it seems that there's nothing much I can do about it. Nothing I can do to stop it. Nothing at all.I see the Rogue charging at me with its teeth bared, its red eyes flashing with hate and malice. Its claw was outstretched, trying to get my face.And it would have successfully clawed my face off if it weren’t for Ivory taking over my body and using her sharp instincts to make me duck and kick.The impact is strong. Ivory did not hold back at all. In an instant, I see the Rogue flying into the air and landing on the ground with a thud and a crack. It whimpers, slowly shrinking into its human form while writhing on the ground.I rush to approach it but Ivory tells me, “No. That thing almost attacked you. Why are you trying to get near it? What are you trying to get out of this?”"I want to know who they are working for and who is trying to control them," I answer as I come close.But as soon as the female Rogue sees me coming towards h
Arya"What?" I splutter, and that is when I make the mistake of loosening the force I have on the Rogue's neck.He takes this as a chance to push my foot away and try to roll out of my way. But of course, my instincts kick in and I manage to grab him by the collar and push him back on the ground."What did you just say?" I demand, pushing him harder. "Tell me everything."The Rogue opens his mouth as though to say something, but the only thing that gets out of his lips is a small laugh.I admit. I'm not one to be easily thrown off but that makes me stumble over my own feelings. I came here knowing what's waiting for me and I didn't hesitate to do what I had to. All the other Rogues have left and I'm the only one standing here now. I know that I'm pretty much undeterred by anything at this point, but why am I suddenly nervous because of a small stupid smile?"Are you trying to mess with me?" I ask in a harsh voice, pushing his head down and trying to intimidate him, but hurting people
LeviThe moment I hear the screams, I knew something was up.I don't know why, but ever since I got demoted to being an Omega, my senses have been in overdrive. I know I've only spent a couple of days with them, but I feel like I'm learning a lot just by being in their shoes. It makes sense, because they're the ones who suffer from the hardships of our society, and they're basically the front liners for bad things.In the pack, the Omegas are the ones who take care of the chores and make sure that everything is orderly for everyone. I learned to clean and cook and look after young Werewolves that their parents can't focus on.It's been rough, but honestly, it doesn't feel like a punishment.And the fact that they were nothing but welcoming and understanding to me makes all the difference.That's why when the sudden chaos came, the first thing that came to my mind was saving the Omegas.I was in the libraries when I hear the explosion. It doesn't take me to come and look to figure that
Levi"Mister!" the little boy yells and rushes back to me. He touches my face and gives it hard pats. "Mister, are you okay?"I try to nod, but it's the only thing I can do to not lose my consciousness completely.My vision is spinning but I still see the kids looking at me with worry.I curse myself under my breath. I feel like such a weakling. I should be the one who's protecting them and guiding them to safety, and yet here I am feeling like I'm about to faint any time.I'm still standing by the doorway of the house and I'm grabbing onto the doorframe to keep myself upright.I don't think I've ever felt this way before.I've been into a lot of fights in my whole life, and I don't think I have ever come out of that condition helpless and weak like this. I have fought a hundred Rogues before and not once did I get an injury from them. This is the first time that someone had a lucky shot and did this damage.Speaking of damage, I don't know how much I'm actually hurt.With the two kid
AryaThe Rogue’s body starts to go slack as blood continues to flow out of her severed neck. I step back, my hands shaking as I stare at the whole scene in horror. My hands are shaking and I feel faint. Never in my life have I seen this amount of blood seeping through the grass, escaping from his neck like a small river. . . .I feel nauseous. My vision is swimming. My fingertips are cold.I know I came at him with the full intent of hurting him and making him learn his lesson. I know I was planning to get the truth from him no matter what the method is.But seeing him do that to himself just makes me feel like a monster.I know I didn’t do it myself. But I know it could have come to that.And I’m absolutely terrified at the fact that he was willing to end himself that easily just because he was getting close to telling me a secret.He was begging for his life just minutes ago.This means that whatever or whoever was making him do what he did is more dangerous than I thought.I swallo
Arthur“We need some assistance. The Dark Howl Pack has been attacked by Rogues.”These two sentences have been playing in my head for hours now as I drive from the kingdom to the pack. My heart is racing and I feel like I’m going to scream in anger any minute.I must admit that I’m not thinking straight anymore. All the images in my head all consist of Arya being in some sort of danger somewhere. I only had the time to inform her parents quickly and they sent me off to check on her. I had to tell them that I have to come alone, because they might just get into more trouble if they come with me.Also, the last thing I want is for them to see how angry I could be if someone I cared about is in danger.My hands tighten around the steering wheel as I speed through the roads. I see the arch that indicates the place of the pack, and my body clenches.There are guards standing outside trying to stop me, but I ignore all of them and just speed through.They try to chase after me, but I stomp
ArthurThe only thing that follows my announcement is silence, and I don’t know if I should be happy or not. At least at first.Arya smiles happily and puts a hand on my chest as though to stop me from saying any more. For a second I thought she’s angry, but she’s just smiling at her parents. “I’m sorry about that! We’re just . . . in love.”Mrs. Clarke and Mr. Clarke exchange glances in surprise, then they both smile and hug Arya and I.“I’m sorry!” Arya squeaks, but her mother just laughs it off as we break apart. “I know you would prefer it if I wait for marriage but--”“Oh, my dear, you can do whatever you want!” she says and looks at me. “As long of course as you promise to take care of her and love her forever. I have nothing to say.”Mr. Clarke holds us at arms length. “You two make a wonderful couple.”Arya looks up at me and kisses my cheek. “I’m so happy you approve of us.”Her parents just smile and beam and ask some basic things about me, all of which I answer. Soon enoug
AryaMy heart nearly stops. I tell myself to snap out of it before it’s too late, but the imagery around me only becomes sharper and sharper until I feel that I’m exactly right there.But the weird thing is, I’m familiar with everything except for the part where I’m pinned down and under attack.I know it’s not real and I can snap out from this dream if I want to, but it’s just so . . . vivid. I can see the bright red eyes of the Rogue looking at me like he wants me to die. I can smell his stale and bloody breath fanning on my face. I can feel his weight on top of me and pinning me on the ground. I can feel the sharp edge of the rock just grazing on my neck.And any moment, I know he can kill me if he just pressed that thing harder against my skin.The sense of danger is real. The fear of dying is very very real.I swallow hard, and even that simple movement gives me the fear of accidentally grazing my skin against the sharp edge of the rock and bleeding to death.The Rogue stares int
LeviI tighten my hands around Lauren’s throat, feeling it pulse under my touch. There’s the level of satisfaction to that that I can’t explain.It's dark and it's something that I don't even want to acknowledge, but I would be lying if I say that it doesn't feel good.As I watch her eyes grow bigger with alarm, I feel more and more determined to end it this way. With her right under my hands, trying to fight off the force of my strength around her neck.I hate her, I realize as I try my best to finish her off and get this over with forever. She might just be an accomplice to her shitty brother, but she knows what she's doing.And if tonight is proof, I would say that she's not as innocent as she pretends to be. She's perfectly capable of making choices that would fuck other people up even more. She knows what she's doing.I still want to know so many things, like how she got to copy the scent of Arya and why she needed it anyway, when I can just tell completely that she's not my mate
LeviMy heart nearly gets stuck inside my throat. I want to scream, but I find that I can’t. The pain in my chest is still much too great for that, and I hate that I’m not even sure I’m seeing the right thing.Is Lauren really here, or am I just manifesting the stupid dreams and thinking that I am seeing her?I blink rapidly to see if she is indeed there, and to my horror, the image of her smiling in the corner doesn’t vanish. She’s walking close to the bed I’m lying on, but Gammie doesn’t even move. She doesn’t even flinch. I know for a fact that she’s a very sensible old woman who can practically feel everything, so this worries me.I look at Lauren again and see that she's getting closer and closer, and as though to confuse me further, she touches the side of Gammie's shoulder.And the woman doesn't flinch.Is Lauren real right now? Because I can hear her footsteps. I can smell her scent. I can tell that she's getting closer to me and she feels very much solid right now.Could this
LeviI was locked in a constant state of dreams and uncomfortable thoughts when they were operating on me.Part of me was conscious, but a bigger part of me just wasn’t. It was constantly floating in a state of blankness and anxiety, just a mish mash of things that shouldn’t go together. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my parents and my childhood. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my teenage years and my short days as an Alpha.But most of the time, I was dreaming of Arya.However, when I was about to wake up, I was dreaming of something else entirely. Something that resonated with my fear, the reason why I thought about bringing down the whole arena instead of participating in the fight that Connor and Lauren wanted to see.* * *In my dream, it was nighttime, and the lights in the arena are almost blinding me. My heart is pounding so fast that I feel like it's going to give out any moment. There are so many people around us. Too many, in my opinion. And they're all looking at
Arya“Arthur,” I mutter, his name leaving my lips like a plea as I shift around in his bed. I know perfectly well that I’m sleeping, but I also know that even in this state, Arthur is still the one in my mind. My Lycan, my mate, my love. Even though I know consciously that our relationship is in jeopardy because of his choices, I still want him, and he’s still the face I long to see in my dreams.And in my dream, I see him getting dragged away by the Rogues.“No!” I yell, but in this dream world, I’m voiceless. I’m powerless. All I can do is stand there while my mate gets clawed at by the dirty outcasts. All I can do is watch while he screams for me.“Help me, Arya!” His voice rings out in the darkness of our background. “Don’t let them take me!”He holds out his hand to reach for me. I extend my arm to get him. However, he’s already too far. He’s already too close to the mouth of the dark tunnel they’re taking him to. One of the Rogues, seeing that he has his hand outstretched, kick
AryaMy mouth goes dry at the sight of Arthur.He closes the distance between us, getting on top of me and taking both of my hands before putting them over my head.His lips are urgent on mine, intent on devouring. I can feel his hardness against my thighs. His hungry mouth travels down to my neck and on my collar bones, lower down to my breasts. When his warm mouth closes over my nipple, I almost explode. He sucks it, his tongue sweeping over it until I feel feverish. I close my eyes, not even aware that he let go of my hands until he starts to squeeze my other breast.He pulls his head away from my nipple and begins to suck the other. My hips are moving on their own. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping on the sheets.I bury my hand in his hair, moaning loudly. But he's not done with me, cause before I knew it, his lips are traveling lower again. Until his face is between my legs. Lucien grabs my thighs and pries them apart. Then he leans forward, sweeping his tongue on my wet core
AryaLike an idiot, I turn to Arthur and ask, “About what?”He laughs softly, but the humor doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s a certain hint of sadness there, combined with another emotion that I can’t really place. Either way, seeing it in his eyes is throwing me a little off balance. I want to come with him and get to the bottom of it, but at the same time, I feel like he’s so serious that I don’t want to find out what he wants to say.“Just come with me,” he says gently. “Please?”“Well, of course,” I say, glancing back at Levi who is now sleeping soundly. “Who will be watching him? He can’t stay here alone, can he?”"I'm right here," Nancy says all of a sudden, appearing seemingly out of thin air. She wedges herself into the room and immediately comes to look at Levi, adjusting something on the IV that he's connected to. "I will be watching over him for the night. You two go talk, okay?""Thank you, Nancy," Arthur says, then he turns to me with that very same smile that doesn't reac
AryaMy heart leaps with joy. It’s something that I haven’t felt in what seems like forever, and I can feel it spreading all over me like a warm ray of sunshine. A smile appears on my face, and I look at Arthur.“He’s awake,” I whisper, and even I have to notice the sheer relief in my voice. “He’s alright. He made it. . . .”Arthur smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead. “I know, and I’m happy. Now go talk to him okay?”I nod, and with that I go with Nancy, who suits me up with a protective layer of clothing before we go inside.They have converted the infirmary room into a real hospital room. There are machines beeping everywhere, and there are also potions emitting sweet smelling steam somewhere in the room. There are some tools laying around, but the only thing that catches my attention is Levi lying down on the bed, his pillows fluffed up to prop him up into a sitting position.His face is pale, and his hair is slicked back over his handsome face with sweat. I can tell th
Arya“What is it?” I ask Nancy with my voice shaking immensely. I get up from my seat but I feel like the ground is lurching under my feet and I feel like I’m going to fall over if I don’t have something to cling onto. Thankfully, Arthur gets up and offers his arm to me. “What’s the problem?”Nancy hesitates, and I honestly hate how angry I became just in that moment. I want to scream at her and tell her that I am not playing games around here, that if something is up, then I must know immediately because I’ve been waiting for a long time to hear about him. Besides, the only person he has right now is me. His parents are not here and the others are back at the pack. I am the only one he has. . . .“Please,” I just say in a strained voice, looking at her and wanting to get on my knees and beg and corner her at the same time. Emotions are just running high inside my chest and I want nothing more but to know. “Please, what is happening? Is Levi okay? Will he make it?”“The truth is, I do
Arthur My blood goes cold. I swallow hard, thinking of what to say, but my mouth is completely dry and my throat is closing up. I want to assure Levi that I won’t leave him here, but he’s looking at me like he’s daring me to say those words just so he could reject them completely. So instead of talking it through with him and risking any rejection, I lift him up to his knees and very carefully start to chip away at the piece of rock lodged inside his body. Thankfully, the rock is easy to chip off, as it seems to be made of hardened mud instead of actual stone. I manage to clip it down close to his body so it won’t move or damage anything inside him. He kept groaning and screaming the entire time, and I just had to close my hearing so that I wouldn’t hear it and experience the pain of seeing him go through it. When I’m done, I take him into my arms, not caring about how weird it could look or what he has to say, and it seems that he still has a lot to say. As though to prove my poi