Archer.“Archer, keep your guard up!” Professor Evan barked. I threw another jab, the impact sending a shock up my arm. My muscles were on fire, but I wasn’t about to slow down.“Good, again! Faster this time!” His voice cut through the haze of sweat and focus. I pushed harder, the gym’s dim lights casting long shadows, making it feel like I was fighting more than just a bag—maybe even my own demons.“Archer, you have someone wanting to see you!” Evan suddenly called out. My fists froze mid-air, the words pulling me out of my zone.“Who?” I muttered, my voice rough. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Hell, I didn’t want anyone here. This was my place to train, to prepare, without distractions.Evan just smirked, jerking his head toward the door. “You’ll see.”I wiped my brow with the back of my glove, curiosity gnawing at me. The door creaked open, and there she was—Katrina.She stood there, looking completely out of place in the grimy gym, yet somehow owning it. Her eyes locked on mine, and
I stepped out of the locker room, the scent of sweat and adrenaline still clinging to me. But all of that faded away the moment I saw Katrina. She was sitting on a bench, her bright smile cutting through the fog in my mind. I couldn't help but smile back, though my thoughts were still tangled in Coach’s words.“If you accept that offer, you’ll be in the same league as her,” Coach had said, his voice carrying both pride and a warning. He subtly nodded toward Katrina. “But remember, it’s a betrayal to the pack. I arranged this meeting in secret so your friends wouldn’t know. The decision is yours, Arch.”“Yes, Coach,” I had muttered, still unsure, as I headed toward Katrina. Lunch was on the agenda, but my mind was buzzing with too many questions.When I reached her, she looked up, her eyes searching mine for something I wasn’t ready to give. I offered her a small smile, trying to keep it casual. “Ready?” I asked, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me.She nodded, and we walk
Katrina.“Please, Archer,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath against the echoing silence. The words felt almost like a plea in the confined space.“Please, what?” he asked, whispering on my ear. I could feel my skin tingles when he licked my ears subtly. “What… are you doing?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper.“Getting you wet,” he whispered and insert his fingers on the middle of my thigh. I almost shrieked when he felt the wetness inside me; and embarrassed because he knew how ready I am for him.“You’re wet,” his whisper sound so dangerous, as if it was a trigger to pull something inside him. I was right. He didn’t waste any second and bend me over on the toilet bowl. He kick both of my knees sideways and roll my dress upwards. He licked his palm and guided his hard dick inside my pussy. “Fuck!” he uttered. I could feel the slight pain when he entered me inside, but pleasure immediately followed as soon as he rocks me over and over again.“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whisper
A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. “And I think I’m falling for him…” My voice cracked, betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside me.Daphne’s expression softened immediately, and she reached out to pull me into a tight hug. “You should avoid him for now, babe.”I shook my head as I pulled back slightly, wiping away the tear with the back of my hand. “I can’t do that.”“Why not?” Her eyes searched mine, trying to understand.“Because I work at my father’s company this summer. He was there, Daphne…” I trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.Daphne’s eyes widened in realization. “What?! That’s why you’ve been missing our parties all along?! And what do you mean, ‘was’?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “Yes, I worked there, and he recently got fired because of what I did. It’s a long story. And… I also worked with my father to avoid Damien. How is he, by the way?”Daphne’s concern morphed into exasperation. “Well, I’m
My daddy and I went inside his car to talk about what happened. It was the only safe place for us to discuss private things. In the car, the silence between us felt heavy, almost suffocating, until my father finally spoke, his tone serious.“Just tell me the truth, Katrina. Did you feel unsafe with Damien?”Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back. “Dad…”“Tell me,” he urged, his voice tightening. “Because what I saw back there was my little girl pleading for help. I won’t let my daughter go through that.”“It’s not what you think, Dad,” I tried to explain, but the words felt hollow.“Don’t lie to me, Katrina! I know what I saw. You were unsafe in that room with him, weren’t you?”I broke down, unable to keep it in any longer. “Dad… Damien and I already broke up. He cheated on me.”His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white. “That scumbag…” he muttered, his voice heavy with disgust. “I knew it.”Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “I didn’t k
The next few days passed in a blur of books and me working my ass for my father’s project. Archer hadn’t shown up at the project site again. I knew it was because of what my father did, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear.School started again, and I found myself hoping, wishing, that I might see him. I missed him so much. Ever since that incredible night of dancing and drinking in his world, we hadn’t crossed paths.He doesn’t even answer my texts and calls.As I stepped onto the school grounds, I dialed his number for what felt like the hundredth time. But, like every other time, it ended with his voicemail. My heart sank as I shoved my phone back into my pocket.The weird looks from my classmates didn’t help. Their eyes were on me, some filled with shock, others with dread, and a few... with pity. I could feel the weight of their stares, their whispers following me like shadows.“Hey, you okay?” a girl I didn’t recognize asked.“What? Of course, I am!” I snapped, confusion
I pushed open the restaurant door, the chatter and clinking of cutlery washing over me. The place was packed. My heart pounded as I scanned the crowd for Archer. It took a moment, but then I spotted him, weaving through tables with a tray of drinks balanced on one hand.I slipped the cap Lupus gave me lower on my head, praying it would help me blend in. The last thing I needed was someone recognizing me. I watched as Archer finished serving a family, my nerves tightening with every step he took away from me. Finally, I mustered the courage to approach him.“Archer, can we talk?” My voice trembled, barely above a whisper. He didn’t even glance at me, continuing to move through the tables like I was invisible. Did he not recognize me?“Arch!” I tried again, lowering my voice as I followed him. I felt like a lost puppy trailing behind him as he served drinks, table by table.“Please, Arch, are you mad at me?” I tilted my head, trying to catch his eye, but he kept ignoring me. My heart sa
The heavy wooden door creaked as I pushed it open. Lavender and polished mahogany hit me all at once. Home.But tonight, it felt anything but welcoming. My feet barely touched the marble floor before the maids rushed over, their eyes darting between relief and fear.“Katrina!” My mother’s voice cut through the room, sharp and frantic. She stood at the top of the grand staircase, eyes wide and wild. “Oh gosh, Katrina! Where have you been? We’ve been searching for you for twenty-four hours! If we hadn’t found you, we would’ve reported it to the police gamma!”“Sorry, Mom,” I croaked, my throat sore from crying. The words felt empty, distant.“Come here, you brat!” she snapped, descending the stairs quickly. Her grip on my arm was tight, almost painful, as she shoved me onto the couch. Her face was flushed with anger.“Mom, please,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”“Absolutely not!” she barked, crossing her arms. “I need ans