"When you are on par with Mike then you and I will have business but for now I don't want you coming close to me".Lance said in a cold voice but then began to cough. He held his chest and waited for the cough to subside. "Do I make myself clear?""Very loud," I said. Lance left without saying anything else. His cough made me feel slightly troubled. Gray and I took a stroll silently to my workshop. It felt a bit reliving to be away from the others and just being alone with him. It strikes me as odd that Sonia was not at his side. Although, I learned Sonia preferred to babysit some of the children like Beam. They were five children and Beam seemed to be the youngest of them all. "Hayley-""Gray," I quickly interjected cutting him off. "It's not your fault. You warned me. Let's just forget about it okay."He nodded. "So what medicine do you wish to create?" he asked as we entered into the workshop. "I want to create something for Lance's cough," I said. "I'm not saying that is no
"It's for Lance, you have to be sure it's okay," picking up a rag, I cleared my work table, not minding to look at him as I spoke."It's sweet, don't worry." "Saying that only makes me worry more," Gray frowned, still staring at the cup as if it were poison. "If you die, Sonia would hunt me down, so you're safe." Patiently, I waited for him to make a decision. Gray staredat me, then at the cup, then at me again. It was rather unnecessary because it was very unwise of me to use a cup of tea to kill him, even if I had something against him."If it makes you feel better, I could take a sip," I reassured and Gray finally gulped in the entire cup at once.Cautiously, I watched his every expression to know whether or not the tea tasted okay. "This is actually pretty good," Gray smiled."I told you, it's sweet. Actually, it tasted very sour due to the lime in it, but I added a lot of milk, thus creating a sweet cough tea," my face lit up in pride."Nerd alert!" Gray laughed and I retur
"What're you talking about?" I said. Fear gripped me more when I noticed how red his eyes were. He looked so sick, yet so furious and I seemed to be the cause."Lance, please relax." Gray placed a palm on Lance's shoulder but he pushed him off. "The tea," Lance responded.He glared hard at me and I gulped."What about the tea?" I asked, fidgeting.His glare hardened but he began coughing so hard that he had to grip onto his chest for support. I watched in horror how he did not seem to stop coughing, he slipped off the table he was holding and landed on the ground, making a thud sound as he did."You promised not to tell him," I whisper-shouted at Gray who did nothing but give an apologetic look. "He ordered me, I had no choice," he defended himself. Squatting, I met with Lance who was still coughing non stop. The tea I gave him was tested and trusted and not just by Gray, but also by past werewolves. The tea had been in existence way before I was born, so there was no possible way
"I know what this is and trust me it never goes right. He's your mate, you have to care," he ran his fingers through his hair looking at me in disbelief. "Have you seen how he treats me?" I laughed out lowly, "I understand that he is alpha but I blame myself for trying to be good for him."Sharply, I left the ground I was sitting on, picked up the book I planned to read and began leaving the library too. I sensed Gray following me from behind, quiet after what I said about Lance. He was lost in his own thoughts."I appreciate all you have done and the stress you went through for me, I cannot thank you enough, honestly, but it is about time I grew up. I am not going to be a chore wolf," I finalized and his brow furrowed."A chore wolf?" he questioned as he exited the building. The bright sun hit my face and I frowned, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light. We both continued to walk like nothing happened a few minutes back."An omega," I answered. "No one sees you as that," he argue
Are you going to keep nagging me or will you prefer telling Lance that he is mistaken for his mate and perhaps suggest to him that you are his true mate instead?" I said, trying my best to sound as sarcastic as I could. Oh no! I have absolutely zero interest in Lance. Anyways, if you still don't believe me then I guess I should let you know that I am mated to Mike!"Wait, Mike was her mate? He did not strike me like someone who could be mated let alone be mated to Petra. There was nothing wrong with the pair! I told myself. They fitted well in terms of power matching one another. I was going to wish it were so for Lance and I but I remembered the promise I made silently to myself to stop giving two shits about Lancelot. "That's awesome! Although, I'm wondering why you both don't act like it?" I said, carelessly. "Mike is a tad bit worse than your Lance," Petra said. "Really? Have you seen Lance lately? How he constantly embarrasses me-""Save it! Hayley, you are weak and that is o
Come on! Where did all that fire in me go? I melted under his cold gaze as he let go of my hand."Em um I'm-""Sorry, I don't understand gibberish," Lance said. Why wouldn't I sound like that when he was shirtless and his scent did stupid things to me. "It's just that I wanted to go home for a few minutes and talk with my sister." I finally got the words out but that sounded more like I was taking permission. I wanted to demand it. "Gray," he called, looking past me. "Did I stutter?" He banged the door in my face and I shook out of fear. Gray threw his hands in the air!"I told you to leave it," he said. "But-""Why is it so difficult for you to listen to me Hayley?" Gray yelled. To think that Gray of all people would yell at me. I was downcast and I moved past him like he was a ghost. "Hayley, Hayley I'm sorry I yelled okay," he said, doubling his pace. Gray doubled his pace but still could not meet up with me. Anger, sadness and a bunch of negative emotions bubbled up withi
Then I realized something."Beam!" "What is it?" she said to me like it was forbidden to call her name. "Do you know where I can get some nails and a hammer?" I said, trying to sound like a good aunt. "Nails and hammer you say?" Beam pinched her nose with both hands, expanding the holes. "What's that?" I asked, in total confusion. "Check my nose," Beam said. Her voice was muffled. The other children laughed. I chose to ignore her and turned to leave. "Okay fine," Beam said. "Jeez, you're so grumpy. Come with me, it's in the tool box that's kept in the kitchen store."The kitchen? Not again! Whenever I went in there everyone looked at me with expectations. I was definitely not an Omega wolf or a chore wolf, whatever they thought me as. I felt a bit more relaxed though, this time, as I walked into the kitchen. I am your future Luna duh, the voice came unexpectedly and strong in my head. "Hey, the chore wolf is here again!" Tyler, Simon's brother from my pack announced. "She's
Out in the fields, Gray and I were sparring and I was pretty much getting my ass whooped. We had gone through the basic morning exercises and now he was showing me some real moves. As usual where there was a fight between two werewolves, trust there would definitely be spectators of pack mates. The summer sun glinted into my eyes as I laid on the floor in defeat and bit the dust. Gray offered me a hand and smiled down at me. I stretched out my arm and he gripped mine powerfully as he pulled me up.”Ah, you are picking up!” he said to me once I was back up on my feet.“Oh please! I’m still getting my ass kicked and you’re not even breaking a sweat.”He shrugged.“Well, I’m pretty much the second strongest person around here. So don’t beat yourself up if you feel like you’re not doing much improvement.”“What next?” I asked hungry to move on to the next lesson.“Now, you are going to come at me in your were-form, super speed, claws and fangs. I’ll try to fend you off in my normal form.