I almost laughed. Almost. Because despite the comical manner in which she said it, there was some truth to it. I would have graver things to worry about. With that in mind, I shouldn't think so much about it.So in the meantime, I settled for enjoying my coffee in my favorite coffee shop like a normal teenager. With the way things were headed, I wouldn't be getting more of those moments anymore.The entrance bell above the door chimed sharply and my gaze darted to the spot out of habit. A gust of wind swept in with it, slicing the warm cinnamon air in two.And just like that, the atmosphere cracked open. Tessandra Harris. She struted in casually, wearing her pride boldly. With her usual entourage of seasonal clones in short skirts, cashmere, tights and jackets, she cut through the shop with her presence.Her gaze sliced the room like a blade looking for someone to gut while her lips were in that perfectly upturned grin that confessed to a false kindness I'd yet to witness.And then, a
"Hell has no fury like a woman scorned."That’d been my mantra since the mating ritual during the last full moon. The night Higan Sinclair unleashed the full extent of his hatred for me. He held nothing back, and even the blind could sense it.I’ve cried, cursed—and cried again, but that was just the extent of my fury, the only release I could afford myself. Higan Sinclair was untouchable, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, while I was nothing more than an Omega—a lowly rank that didn’t even warrant his acknowledgment, let alone his respect.Before Higan's scorn, I used to believe in love that could conquer anything. My mother would tell me stories of destined mates, of bonds between Alphas and Omegas, so strong they could survive any storm. But those were just stories, weren't they? In the real world, being mated with someone was a two-edged sword, and I was its latest casualty.A sharp, piercing pain flared in my chest, and I clutched at it reflexively. “Shit!” I hissed through cl
A joke. I had no idea what he was on about, but I’d definitely seen something play out like this before. The taunting, the condescension from Higan and his minions. Higan must have recruited him the minute he got here to taunt me. Well, too bad. Whoever this new student was, I wouldn’t let him have his way with me. Never.His cold and unnerving eyes bore into mine. Even his ridiculously perfect face wasn’t going to disarm me. “You can start by apologizing, you know?” I demanded, my voice laced with defiance. “You bumped into me.”He blinked, a look of disbelief washing over his features. His brows furrowed as if he was trying to recollect himself. He probably figured I wasn’t buying his antics. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there,” he apologized, his tone flat, confirming my suspicion that this was some kind of twisted joke.“Sure you didn’t,” I spat, the words laced with sarcasm, harsher than I’d intended.He recoiled slightly. “No, I—”“And just so you know,” I interrupted, cutt
It took me some seconds to comprehend what was happening. Higan’s grip on my chin, which was nothing short of torturous, was nothing compared to the shock of his lips against mine. It wasn’t just a kiss. it was a claim, an unapologetic assertion of his dominance over me. My body responded against my will as I closed my eyes, electrifying sparks coursing through me as he pressed closer, his body overwhelming mine. My pulse roared in my throat as every inch of me screamed to push him away, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to. The kiss deepened, stirring emotions I didn’t want to acknowledge like something dark that whispered of taboo. But as suddenly as it began, Higan pulled away, leaving me shaken and exposed. I opened my eyes slowly, meeting his gaze. There was a disturbing look etched on his face that I couldn't pinpoint. Regret? Anger? He was always impossible to read, a master at concealing whatever he truly felt. “Pathetic,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think
What was I doing?How did I get here? I still couldn't bring myself to answer my questions.I'd been walking aimlessly in my nightgown in a foggy forest for what felt like ages. My feet were sore, growing numb to the feeling of the prickling grass and moist mud.Surrounded by nothing but trees and fog, I'd found myself walking straight up a path to Goddess knew what. All I remembered was my mom sending me off to bed after we'd argued about my recent bruises. Everything else that led up to me laying down in a cold damp forest turned up blank in my head.Was I being pranked again? I wouldn't put it past Higan to kidnap me from my room just to leave me in a dirty forest. He'd probably grown bored and thought to torment me into forgetting that horrible kiss he initiated.Suddenly the woods stirred ahead with loud thuds, the sound sending waves of fear down my spine. Oh Goddess, was I being hunted? Did Higan decide it was best to kill me instead?Without thinking much about it, I turned on
Not entirely sure what was happening I shook his hand anyway. It had been a while since anyone reached out to shake mine. “Harlyn Sage.““On your way to school? Shall we walk together?“ He chirped excitedly.What a strange boy. I doubted he knew who he was about to walk with.“I don't think that's such a great idea,” I turned on my feet to walk away. However, he stepped right by my side to walk with me.“Why not?“ He asked with a curious tone.He's new after all, he wouldn't know the train wreck and social weapon that I was. I side glanced at him. He looked quite nice. I didn't want him to find out why.“You'll find out eventually,” I simply muttered, picking up my pace.He followed suit.“ Well until then, I would very much like a walk. I haven't made many friends here.““The social type, I see,” I scoffed lightly.“Not really but it wouldn't hurt to get familiar with people in an unfamiliar place,” he retorted with a small grin.“True,” I shrugged. “How many have you gotten familiar
“You shameless whore!“ She screeched before slapping me right in the face.“Tess! Not in public,” Her friends hurried to pull her away from me, swinging their heads left and right to catch who may be looking.Tears pooled in my eyes as my anger brewed. I clenched my fists staring at her as she continued to rage on and her friends held her back. “Let go of me! I'm just getting started with the little bitch.“Not in public? That was all they had to say for me? Since when had my life become so sad that the only defense I deserved was an attempt to save her reputation?“I'm so sick of this,” I muttered to myself.“It's not enough he rejected you, you're still going on to throw yourself at him. How shameless can you get, Who do you think you—” She didn’t finish because a slap had cut off her sentence.My eyes widened in shock as the scene unfolded. Khalid stood right in front of her, shielding me. I hadn’t noticed when he moved. I watched as his hand rose once again before falling to strik
I froze. “Your place?““Sort of,” he admitted. “It’s not far. A quiet spot out of the way. Nobody will bother you there. Well nobody you wouldn't want to bother you would be there, I think.“I bit my lip, torn between skepticism and the undeniable fact that I had no better options. Higan and Tess were both unpredictable, and my mom didn’t need more reasons to worry about me.“Fine,” I relented after a moment, sighing. “But if this is some kind of trap—”“You’ll bite me again?” he teased with a grin.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at my lips.After all, I could be dead this time tomorrow, I should appreciate the little funny things in life even if it's a bipolar boy with the face of an angel.Khalid hailed a cab and we both quickly jumped into the backseats. I took the time to text Becca about my inevitable absence from school. She sent a thumbs up as a reply. I told myself she cared in her way.The drive was quiet, the tension in the air lingering despite K
I almost laughed. Almost. Because despite the comical manner in which she said it, there was some truth to it. I would have graver things to worry about. With that in mind, I shouldn't think so much about it.So in the meantime, I settled for enjoying my coffee in my favorite coffee shop like a normal teenager. With the way things were headed, I wouldn't be getting more of those moments anymore.The entrance bell above the door chimed sharply and my gaze darted to the spot out of habit. A gust of wind swept in with it, slicing the warm cinnamon air in two.And just like that, the atmosphere cracked open. Tessandra Harris. She struted in casually, wearing her pride boldly. With her usual entourage of seasonal clones in short skirts, cashmere, tights and jackets, she cut through the shop with her presence.Her gaze sliced the room like a blade looking for someone to gut while her lips were in that perfectly upturned grin that confessed to a false kindness I'd yet to witness.And then, a
Mug shots was one of the few open shops I usually visited when I could. It was smaller with less traction than the popular coffee shop at Town Central. However, it seemed like that had changed. It was peculiarly filled up.As I stepped in, I'm greeted with a wave of cinnamon warmth and curious glances. A glaring contrast from the silence and the occasional texting notifications of the bored barista.The frequently steady hiss of steamed milk and the low murmur of conversations weaving into the hum of Christmas Jazz was not the setting I pictured having a conversation with Becca.But then again, my plans to interrogate her had long been soiled by Abigail's presence.“Quite the hotspot,” said Abigail herself as she swept her gaze through the coffee shop. Many looked away as they met her eyes. Some, albeit dumb boys, threw a few suggestive glances.I tried not to shudder given I'd recognized them from school. “Oddly enough,” I breathe out.“Here,” I blurted, stepping forward to lead. I h
I opened my mouth to argue, but Ethan cut in. “Your mom is right.”I turned sharply toward him, eyes wide and surprised at his agreement. What happened to his initial support yesterday?He exhaled through his nose, clenching his blood-stained fingers. His dark gaze was piercing, locking onto mine with something scrutinizing. “Whatever happened just now, whatever you pushed yourself into, it hurt you. You don’t just bleed from using an ability unless something is pushing back.”He knew there was something more to it. But surely he could tell, I wasn’t going to stop.I forced an easy shrug, running my hand through my hair. “It wasn’t that bad,” I interjected smoothly. “I just got a little too carried away. It won’t happen again.”A lie. One I could tell Ethan didn’t believe for a second. But he didn’t argue anyway.Everyone else watched me for a moment longer as if weighing whether to push further. My dad had long settled down. He had opted to intensely stare at me like he'd always done
“Rebecca Eevecina Geratine, what a mouthful,” Tess had cackled with her friends holding the new student's schedule outside the principal's office.I'd been doing my best to get through the day being invincible but it didn't exactly turn out great. I'd still managed to have Tess dump mop water on me in the girl's bathroom.But then the new student with the odd middle name offered me a change of clothes and kept me company. But that wasn't the moral of the story. I'd seen Becca's full name.Rebecca Eevecina Geratine.My stomach twisted violently. What business did Becca of all people have with a Melbringer?Pain wracked my head, darkening my vision at the edges. My pulse roared against my eardrums, each beat thick and sluggish as if my body was shutting down.I tried to stay upright, to hold on to that last bit of clarity, but the world tipped sideways. I could feel myself seemingly floating and falling at once.But then I stopped, meeting warm hands on the way. Sandalwood permeated my
My heart stuttered in momentary panic as I recalled that moment of blind irrational rage that had my hands around Khalid's head. The voice in that moment. It felt like it took advantage of my unrest and pushed me to hurt someone.What if it repeated itself in this seemingly innocent spar? What if I blur the lines between learning defense and wanting to hurt someone?I sighed, pushing myself up so I was sitting beside her. “Maybe. It's just.” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t want to lose myself in the urge to win. I feel like there's a part of me that might take advantage of that and hurt someone,” I paused, looking right at her. “Badly.”Abigail was silent for a long moment, her eyes distant. Then, quietly, she uttered, “Khalid.“I ran my hand through my tangled hair, losing the ponytail it was in. “I never really dwelled on it before but suddenly it's right here being a problem.“She hummed again but it had a contemplative tone to it. “Well, sometimes our brains s
“Come on!” the strained words escaped my mouth as I gasped mouth wide.The air was sharp with the chilling bite of winter. It carried with it the scent of damp earth and fresh snow. The sky above was a pale slate, the sun a cold, distant thing barely peeking through the canopy of frost-bitten trees.And I was on my ass. Again.I sucked in a sharp breath hoping to relieve the impact of my back hitting the frozen ground as it was still vibrating through my bones. A plume of white mist left my lips after I exhaled once again, staring up at the skeletal branches above me.Out of the blue, a figure loomed over me, cutting through my line of sight with arms crossed and a smug grin playing at the corner of her lips. “That makes what, eight times?”Abigail. Her dark tresses were tied back in a messy bun, stray strands sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. Unlike me, sprawled out dirty on the forest floors, she wasn’t winded. She continued standing with that effortless grace she always car
The room was silent, housing only the fading echo of her words.“I saw you at school. You were attacked by Melbringers.”The words sent a pulse of ice through my veins.“Attacked?“ I stared at her, waiting for some sort of clarification. Some piece of information that would make it make sense. Because it didn’t.Yet the situation felt oddly familiar. Something similar had been said before by her when we first met at the back of my school with Becca.“I’ve seen this before, More times than you can imagine.”A premonition? A vision? Wait, that was ridiculous. Werewolves can't have abilities to look into the future. Right? Even with the little I knew about originals, that would be out of place even for them.But then, I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, felt the way my parents tensed, the way even Tyler shifted uncomfortably. I licked my lips, trying to push past the tightness in my throat.It couldn't be true right?“I don’t…” I glanced at Ethan who stared straight ahead hoping
The drive back to the Stark mansion was surreal as if the world outside the car had softened at the edges. Ethan had called snow plowing services to clear out our path and from there, it was easy driving.The storm had passed, leaving behind a stillness that felt almost reverent. The sky was a crisp blue interrupted with bits of clouds being pushed away by a desperate rising sun.There were still bits of winter gloom in the ambiance but it didn't feel so to me. I couldn’t stop smiling.It wasn’t the well-measured smile I had grown accustomed to putting on, it was real. Something delightful was bubbling up from deep within me. A first in years.My fingers danced absently over my lips, still tingling from Ethan’s kiss. My whole body hummed with the lingering warmth of him, the weight of his hands, the gentleness of his hold.I had made the choice. And now I sat here, giddy and restless, my heart fluttering like I had swallowed an entire flock of butterflies on a sugar high. Did butterfl
He finally looked me in the eye. “I still do,” he softly admitted, sitting up to straighten his back as he faced me once again.I couldn't help it, staring at his lips. He was suddenly so close for me to consider touching them honestly. The breath I let out was shaky. My insides tingle.What was I to do with this? With him. With the way he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding. Wasn’t taking. I reached to touch his face, gently caressing his cheek. He leaned into my touch and the air crackled between us.For so long, I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to say the kiss in that study was a mistake or it wasn’t supposed to happen. I would have believed it, after all, he was under some odd influence from my authority.But instead, he was waiting. He was giving me the choice and waiting for me to take it. Meanwhile, I was being so foolish getting caught up in my head with the idea that he didn't want me. Bond or not, Influence or not, Ethan wanted me.I smiled at him, my hear