ASTRIDWe were home now and I still could not stop crying. Justin had wrapped his arms around me after knocking Hunter out, he had carried me- a sobbing mess- to his car and brought us to his house. Justin had tried everything to make me stop crying but I just could not seem to stop, I was shaking with tears. I was curled up in his arms and the more I cried, the tighter he held me, his hands rubbing against my back and trying to soothe me. Justin had been right. He was right about everything. Hunter was dangerous, he was bad news. Worse than anything I could have ever imagined. I had trusted him, and found a friend in him. Let myself believe he was someone I could confide in and walk back on if anything happened, someone who understood me. But I was wrong, he was a monster in disguise. And if Justin had not appeared when he did, Hunter would have hurt me and gotten away with it. The tears kept coming, I felt stupid, fear, shame, anger. It all mixed together trying to choke me. I c
ASTRIDI walked closer to him and got back under the shower with him, he went down on his knees and he did not waste any more time as he brought his finger to my pussy and trailed his index finger from my clit down to my entrance, slowly dipping it in. I gasped at the contact, grinding my hips against his fingers. He slipped his finger out of me and before I knew it two fingers were plunging inside of me, curling to hit that spot. My vision blackened and a silent moan of pleasure was my only response, it was the only thing I was capable of doing. “You moan so pretty,” he said as he continued working his fingers in me. I rolled my hips against his fingers, grinding into his hands. He withdrew his hands before he drove them into me again and again, until he was fucking me with his fingers and all I could do was hold on, my hand now in his hair tugging on it hardly. Low, husky moans from my throat filled the room, shouting his name, “yes… Justin just like that,” I moaned sweetly. H
HUNTERI was angry. No, anger was an understatement compared to what I was feeling. I felt a mixture of rage, frustration and something much darker. I sat in my room, the coldness of the floor doing nothing to calm my anger. I knew someone had been in my room and I did not think it would have been Justin. The scent was faint but undeniable. It was Justin. That bastard. It all made sense now. How Justin had been so chill about Astrid hanging around me at first. How he had not protested when I said I wanted to show her something. I should have known he was up to no good. And now, Astrid knew the truth. She knew I had been Audrey’s mate. The thought of it made me laugh, but it was not the truth or her realization that stung. Me being Audrey’s mate did not matter anymore. Not like it once did. I only wanted Astrid- just her. Audrey was dead and gone, the feelings I had for her was nothing compared to my feelings and obsession with Astrid. At first I thought I only liked her, but now
ASTRIDMy mind felt heavy and weighed down with everything that had happened. I was tired- so tired. I was officially done with trusting anyone that was not Justin, it did not get me anywhere anyways, all it brought was heartbreak and betrayal. I was seated on the bleachers, my knees pulled up to my chest, not far from where Justin could see me as he went to practice. A few time when my thoughts wanted to spiral out of control and my head wanted to remind me of what had happened, I would hear him in my mind, his voice and words thereby calming me down.“Don't think about thay asshole, baby. Think about me instead,” his voice echoed softly in my mind. The second I thought about him, a blush made its way to my face as I remembered what had happened last night in the shower. However, when practice started, Hunter sauntered into the field and my heart dropped the second I saw him. His eyes met mine and I felt like my breathe was knocked out of me. And once again I heard Justin’s voice
JUSTINAfter I made sure Astrid was fine, I excused myself from the room and I headed to my father’s office. The moment I walked into the office, Astrid’s father was already seated there. My father was seated behind his desk, sorting through files, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere was tense, thick with the kind of weight only bad news could bring. “Dad, I want to know everything Hunter. What is his deal, his father and his pack and if Astrid is in danger,” I let out not wanting to waste any time, I needed to know everything about Hunter and his father. More than anything, I needed to know if Astrid was in danger. “Sit,” my father said as he gestured to the chair, his voice calm but firm and I sat down across from Astrid’s father. He brought a file from his drawer and gave it to me, its edges was worn out as if it had been handled many times before. I opened it, my eyes scanning the documents and filling in details I didn’t yet know. As I flipped through the file my father
ASTRIDI thought I knew what pain was. I thought I had seen everything there was to see except death. But, maybe death would be a mercy compared to this, maybe it was the only way to stop all these from happening. Maybe Hunter was right to want to kill me. Maybe that would stop the endless spiral of pain and confusion and hurt I was drowning in. How could they have hidden this from me all these years? The people I trusted the most, the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally had built my life on a lie. No wonder they had been so quick to throw me aside the second I was locked up and left to it without a second thought. But the biggest question gnawing at me now was- did Justin know? Was he aware? Was he part of the deception? Could he have kept something this important from me, just like everyone else? I was sure his parents knew. The thought of him knowing tore through my chest as I stared at the picture on my phone, my vision blurring from the tears that were streaming
JUSTIN“Justin, slow down,” my father called out as I yanked open the driver’s side door. I looked over the roof of the car at him, but I could not stop moving, could not stop the rapid beating of my heart or the surge of adrenaline pulsing through me. She was out there, and I had no idea where.“I’m not slowing down,” I muttered, the engine roaring to life as I threw the car into gear. My father barely had time to get in before I hit the gas, driving out of the house and making for Hunter’s house.For her, I would do anything, even if it meant killing Hunter. I couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling that Astrid was somewhere, hurting because of this one guy. Here I was, thinking we had made progress- real progress. She didn’t flinch anymore when I touched her, she didn’t hate me anymore, and sometimes, I even got to see her smile. That was my sole mission, to see that the only tears that came from her eyes were from happiness and not pain. But tonight, the walls she had built so hig
ASTRIDAs soon as I stepped into the house, I began to panic and looked about for any sign of life. Everywhere I looked, there were people I knew and others I had never seen before. As they hurried to me, their faces blended together and they started asking me endless questions about where I had been. But the blood was all I could think about, and that was all in my head. And that one person that I didn’t see. “Where is he?" With my voice hardly audible, I asked. I was filled with fear as I realized that I had no idea where he was or whether he was okay. I pushed past everyone and headed up the stairs, following the trail of blood as my heart raced and knot formed in my stomach. When the blood stopped, I threw open the door. I paused in the doorway, the sight in front of me bringing my whole world to a halt. In addition to having bandages all over his body and a pale, sweat covered face, Justin was unconscious as he laid in bed. His mother was beside him, her eyes swollen and re