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
Archer.One Month Later…The room buzzed with a mix of excitement and nervous energy as the math teacher scribbled the final part of the equation on the board. My pencil twirled between my fingers, the numbers and symbols already dancing in my mind, forming patterns that seemed to jump off the whiteboard. I barely noticed the clock ticking away. This was my zone."Alright, let's see who can solve this," Mr. Grayson said, his eyes scanning the room for a volunteer. Most of the class shrunk back, eyes glued to their desks, but my hand shot up almost instinctively."Archer," Mr. Grayson called, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as if he expected nothing less.I stood up, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me, and walked to the board. The markers felt cold in my hand, but the equation was warm, familiar—like an old friend I hadn’t seen in years but still knew every detail about.As I wrote, the room fell silent. I could almost hear the gears turning in everyone's he
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, wiping the sweat off my forehead as I walked down the dimly lit hallway. The roar of the crowd grew louder with each step I took toward the boxing ring. It was my championship game, and everything was on the line. I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, the air thick with anticipation.As I rounded the corner, I spotted my omega friends at the edge of the ring, their voices cutting through the noise. They were shouting my name, waving wads of cash in the air, their grins wide and wild. I couldn’t help but smirk at their antics, but the moment of levity was short-lived.The sharp blast of the referee’s whistle snapped me back to reality.The fight had started.My opponent was a beast—bulky, relentless, and throwing punches like a machine. Every hit landed hard, my face stinging with each blow. I could taste the metallic tang of blood, and I knew my face was already bruised and swollen. But I wasn’t going to stay down.I hit the mat ha
Katrina looked so in pain that I wanted to do everything, everything, to erase her pain and replace it with happiness.“Come here,” I whispered and pull her into a hug. I couldn’t let my frustration and anger vent out to her. She already has too much in her plate. “It’s going to be fine…” I whispered while stroking her hair up and down. She sobbed on my chest for nearly about five minutes. And when she looked up, her mouth were already half-close. “Archer?” she asked.“Hmm…” I whispered, trying to feel this moment because I wouldn’t be able to do this anymore once I depart to Madsun pack.“I love you,” she whispered, “so much…” she continued.Fuck! My dick hardened at the sight of her face, like she was pleading me to do something. Without further ado, I immediately grab Katrina’s lower body and drape her arms around my shoulders. She moaned as soon as my lips crashed on hers. I went to the shower room and closed the curtains. We were on fire; kissing each other like there’s no l
The drive back to my apartment was quick, but it felt longer with the weight of everything that had happened. When I opened the door, I was met with the sounds of laughter and cheers. My friends had gathered, already deep into some kind of celebration. The moment they saw me, the room erupted into a chorus of congratulations.“Archer! There he is!”“Congrats, man! You deserve it!”I smiled, but it was more out of habit than anything else. The truth was, my mind was still back in that shower, still with Katrina. His perky nipples and hot moans in my ears…fuck, it felt amazing.“I’ve got some news,” I announced, raising my voice above the chatter. The room quieted down, everyone turning to look at me expectantly. “I’m going to accept the offer from the Madsun Pack.”A mixed response followed. Some of my friends were instantly supportive, clapping me on the back and nodding in approval. But others… not so much.“Are you serious?” one of them, Liam, asked, his brows furrowing. “You’re re