"I don't want to go back..." Ayra's voice trailed off, her eyes darkened as she stared at the warm plate of rice before her. She had been quiet all morning and was on the verge of changing her mind about going back home.
"Nonsense, child!" Her grandmother reprimanded her, abandoning the eggs on fire and walking over to her. "You've already missed out on four Blood moons. Don't you want to find your mate?" "I don't need a mate. I'm fine just on my own." She replied, as though stating the obvious. The discussion only made her lose her appetite. "Besides, what can they offer me? I'm pretty sure I'm stronger than most of those pompous douchebags." She spat bitterly, remembering her bitter arrival at the Grey Woods pack after the big incident. "The cab will be here in five minutes. You are leaving my house today in search of your own destiny, and that's final!" She yelled and resumed her cooking. "If you don't leave my house, you'll find yourself on the street." She declared. Ayra just rolled her eyes, groaning back the urge to argue. But she knew there was no convincing her grandmother. After a curt hug and goodbye, and a lunch box prepared by hers truly, Ayra was on her way to the airport. The flight back was long and she had to sit for nine hours, which caused her a terrible headache and backache. But to her, no ache could compare to the one she was about to face once she got home. Bullied... Rejected... Disdained... "The daughter of a rogue beast!" That's all she had known throughout her life. Her mother, Helen, was from a prestigious pack but after running away from an arranged marriage, she was captured by rogues. She was forced to give their ruthless ruler an heir but the baby turned out to be a girl. Ayra never experienced love from her father. He was abusive to her mother and always found an excuse to always injure her heavily. Ayra would comfort her crying mother every night and when she was of age, she too got her share of physical abuse. Her father was a ruthless monster, a conqueror who killed anyone who opposed him. Other rogues lived in fear and anguish, nobody ever coming up to challenge him. One day, they attracted trouble to themselves by attacking members of Grey Woods who were out on an expedition. That was how she and her mother were saved. She ended up marrying the widowed Beta of Grey Woods and was happy along the line but Ayra? She was an outcast. And her step-siblings always made that clear. Her mother, however, was somewhat loved because of her usefulness as the pack's native doctor. But Ayra had never felt at home. Every hook and cranny of the pack reminded her that she was a stranger and would never experience the love of a pack. The last time anybody ever saw her pitiful face was during the school's last dance for the year. She had asked a boy to the dance and he rejected her in front of the entire school and asked out another girl in her presence. Her humiliation knew no bounds. Everybody thought she was a freak. Why? —She had deep red eyes with flecks of gold. 'Red' had been marked the color of the beasts. And anyone with it was said to be associated with the devil. But how was it her fault? She was born that way and there was nothing she could do about it. And being the daughter of a ruthless rogue king didn't make it any better. She had always dreaded going back to Grey Woods pack because she wasn't welcomed by anybody, not even by the family her mother married into. She ended up staying away for four years —Training and working on her weaknesses. "Never again..." She growled, her present self buried deep in her ugly past. Her train of thought was interrupted by the air hostess who announced the landing of the plane. After getting cleared at the terminal and claiming her luggage, she lazily dragged the single box and headed for the exit, popping her pink gum at intervals. "Mom said she's busy. I wonder which mofo is picking me up." She remarked nonchalantly, dragging her feet through the transparent doors. Her eyes scanned the environment in search of who might be picking her up. Her gum popped, spreading all over her mouth as her eyes landed on him. Devin — Her stepbrother. Her heart started to race, feeling like they would burst any time soon. He stood there, leaning against the car, his eyes searching impatiently for a familiar face. He grunted, his eyes checking the gigantic airport wall clock before resuming to look for a particular small figure. Ayra's breath caught in her throat. She wasn't expecting her brutal step-brother to pick her up. Her skin became pale, remembering how he treated her in the past. He wasn't the most notable bully in her life, but he always reminded her of her position in the pack —A weak, little girl who ached for love and attention. He seemed much different from the past four years —he had gone from a thin-built boy to a huge man. His new build threatened to rip the black shirt off him, his hair slightly tousled. He was charming, more than she could have ever imagined. With one hand propping on the other, he pulled his phone to his face and was about to make a call when his eyes landed on her. She froze to one spot, memories flooding in. She hated the mere sight of him because she still felt a tingling tug of fear lurking within. "No, I'm no longer that little girl." She resolved and clutched her box, like her life depended on it. Not wanting to show the effect he had on her, she took bold steps toward him and walked past him to the back of the car, opening the boot, and forcing her bag into it before shutting it. She pulled her phone from her back pocket and settled in passenger seat. "What was that all about?" He poked his head through the window, his blue eyes glistening with rage. "I've been waiting here for over 30 minutes and you walk in and act like you didn't see me?" "I can always get a cab, you know. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't speak to me. That's the only thing you're ever good at." She fired back, removing her jacket because of the heat she felt. Her mind raced - She had never spoken back to him before, she didn't know where she was pulling her courage from. He frowned with his eyes, she had gotten bold and sharp mouthed. And his eyes didn't miss how sweat trickled down her big breasts. And how they jiggled when she adjusted in her seat. Her hair had gotten longer and more wavy, she had multiple openings on her ears and one on her nose. 'Wait, is this really that little girl?' His eyes glinted with doubt. "Listen, you can stand there and be mad all day or you can get in and drive us home. You don't have all day, you know." She smirked, popping her gum. He wanted to hate this new side of her but he found himself liking it. "Thank your stars I'm in a good mood." He got in and wanted to start the car but stopped when he noticed something — She hadn't put on her seat belt. "You don't know how to do anything, do you?" He scoffed and let go of the keys. She ignored his words and continued using her phone. He leaned in, crossing the seat belt until it locked unto its other half. Her heart raced when his skin brushed against her open tummy. She looked up to see him looking at her without pulling away. "Keep running that big mouth of yours and I'm going to enjoy taming this new baddie inside you." Her knees weakened, the scent of his sweat clouding her imagination. Blue eyes gazed deep into red ones. A gaze that lingered for a second too long, igniting sparks of something forbidden. When she couldn't stand his inches-close intense gaze, she shut her eyes and repulsively pushed his face away. "Don't you know what personal space is? Also, I mentioned you shouldn't speak to me. I can put on my seat belt myself." She tried to control the racing of her heart so he wouldn't hear how nervous he made her feel. They were supposed to be family, step-siblings, but she went overboard. That was why she had to leave —She wanted a man she couldn't have."Fuck... Devin. That was so good. You still haven't lost your touch, not even a single bit." The slightly petite redhead leaned in to kiss him but he roughly pushed her face away. "Don't cross your boundary, red. I did what you asked me to. Now, give me what I need." He growled, adjusting his belt. She smiled slyly and crossed her legs before handing a paper over to him. He collected it and walked out of the restroom, the lady still hovering around him. "What do you want with that man anyway? He's a rogue. One of the worst persons to ever come across." She questioned, linking her arms with his. She smiled widely when she noticed the attention it got her from other ladies.Devin was the man every unmated woman wanted to be with. Ayra, who was enjoying her meal with an acquaintance who showed up shortly after Devin disappeared, looked up to see Devin and the redhead. Her eyes fell on their linked arms, lingering for some seconds. When Devin noticed her hardened gaze on their arms,
Her mind erupted with an eminent desire between her legs. She struggled to keep her cool but was failing woefully when his left hand circled her waist, pressing against the wound that was still healing. "Ouch! Do you want to kill me?" She shoved his face and his hand away and stood up, walking far from him. If only he knew how jittery he made feel whenever she was close to him..."I would never do that, Ayra." He walked after her. "By the way, Ayra is for my friends and family. You can call me Jasmine." She sighed, looking at both sides of the road, hoping to see a car that would pass through. "Jasmine? That's too long." He cocked a brow and stood in front of her, his gaze intently on her. "Can I call you Mine instead?" She stopped breathing for like ten seconds. Why did he sound like he was flirting with her? "That's too personal. It's pronounced 'min' with an 'e'. Not Mine or whatever you call it." She turned her back to him, giving him a full view of her curvy waist and rou
The second Ayra entered the training arena, she became the center of attraction. All eyes turned in her direction.They weren't stares of disdain or contempt. But of pure admiration. And lust. She was, no doubt, quite heavily endowed. She felt powerful and wanted for the first time in Grey Woods. Since she was little, she had never felt cared for. Even after she left the pack, nobody reached out to her. Not even her mother. "Ayra!" A voice squealed from her right and the next thing she knew, a pair of arms enveloped her neck. She recognized the voice and smiled widely. The only person who approached her to be her friend and cried on the day she was leaving the pack - Selene"Good to see you too, Selene." She laughed nervously, trying to get her arms away because she felt choked. "Look at you, looking all hot and snatched." She complimented after pulling away. It was true. Ayra, who was a thin, tiny girl four years ago, was now the definition of beauty with 'flesh in the right
"Best club ever!" Ayra yelled as she finished chugging down a bottle of beer.The club reeked of sweat and sex but she loved it anyway. It was her first party outside Grey Woods and Devin wasn't there to lecture her about rolling with 'bad influences'. She had finished her first dance with a random guy and wanted to take a breather before going back to the dance floor. "Uhm... Ayra?" Selene tapped her but she was too engrossed in the pop music that was blasting from the loudspeakers. "Your brother is here..." Her voice was low and seeing Devin's scowl, she trembled a bit. "That's a lie. And I've told you he's not my brother. He's just an arrogant, pompous, undeserving brat who feels the world should bow at his feet because he's the Beta. What an annoying bunch of shit!" She spat bitterly and wanted to finish her remaining beer but a hand grabbed the bottle from her and spun her around at the same moment. She came face to face with Devin who wasn't looking very happy. "Oh, good th
The party was already in full swing when they got there. As they walked further down, all eyes turned to them. In actuality, they were staring at Ayra. Even the mated wolves couldn't resist looking at her for some seconds. "I'm going to find my brother. I'll see you at the punch table." Selene disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ayra by herself. She saw her step-sister, Isla, mingling and laughing with her friends. There was no sign of Devin anywhere. She located the punch table and grabbed a full glass. Sipping it, she nodded at the rich flavor of pineapple and coconut, her favorite combo. The stares she got were beginning to tell on her. They were full of lust "Hey, beautiful," A guy approached her from the rear, causing her to sharply turn. "Ugh... You..." She rolled her eyes and turned back to the punch table. "You look wonderful tonight. How about we ditch these old people, go somewhere else, and have some fun?" Lancelot proposed. Ayra only laughed, all memories of how big o
Ayra's breath caught in her throat the next day at the training arena. Seeing how Devin worked out, the beads of sweat that rolled off his hardened abs, how flexible his muscles were, and how he grunted with each pull, her core ached for him. Even her wolf, Enid, growled at the sight of him. Though their wolves didn't speak directly in their heads, they could feel their emotions. "You just want to touch him all over, don't you?" Ayra's eyes turned to see how the un-mated females fawned all over him. She wanted to squish them like bugs for ogling their ugly eyes at him. "I can't wait to have him deep inside me." She got fed up with their erotic thoughts and walked up to him. She wanted to show them that she could approach the man they couldn't. Devin was lying on his back, pushing the lift up and down relentlessly. She stood beside him and bent to look at him, her palms propping against her knees. A smile tugged on her tips as her cleavage popped up in his face like a notifica
Ayra's breath caught in her throat the next day at the training arena. Seeing how Devin worked out, the beads of sweat that rolled off his hardened abs, how flexible his muscles were, and how he grunted with each pull, her core ached for him. Even her wolf, Enid, growled at the sight of him. Though their wolves didn't speak directly in their heads, they could feel their emotions. "You just want to touch him all over, don't you?" Ayra's eyes turned to see how the un-mated females fawned all over him. She wanted to squish them like bugs for ogling their ugly eyes at him. "I can't wait to have him deep inside me." She got fed up with their erotic thoughts and walked up to him. She wanted to show them that she could approach the man they couldn't. Devin was lying on his back, pushing the lift up and down relentlessly. She stood beside him and bent to look at him, her palms propping against her knees. A smile tugged on her tips as her cleavage popped up in his face like a notifica
The party was already in full swing when they got there. As they walked further down, all eyes turned to them. In actuality, they were staring at Ayra. Even the mated wolves couldn't resist looking at her for some seconds. "I'm going to find my brother. I'll see you at the punch table." Selene disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ayra by herself. She saw her step-sister, Isla, mingling and laughing with her friends. There was no sign of Devin anywhere. She located the punch table and grabbed a full glass. Sipping it, she nodded at the rich flavor of pineapple and coconut, her favorite combo. The stares she got were beginning to tell on her. They were full of lust "Hey, beautiful," A guy approached her from the rear, causing her to sharply turn. "Ugh... You..." She rolled her eyes and turned back to the punch table. "You look wonderful tonight. How about we ditch these old people, go somewhere else, and have some fun?" Lancelot proposed. Ayra only laughed, all memories of how big o
"Best club ever!" Ayra yelled as she finished chugging down a bottle of beer.The club reeked of sweat and sex but she loved it anyway. It was her first party outside Grey Woods and Devin wasn't there to lecture her about rolling with 'bad influences'. She had finished her first dance with a random guy and wanted to take a breather before going back to the dance floor. "Uhm... Ayra?" Selene tapped her but she was too engrossed in the pop music that was blasting from the loudspeakers. "Your brother is here..." Her voice was low and seeing Devin's scowl, she trembled a bit. "That's a lie. And I've told you he's not my brother. He's just an arrogant, pompous, undeserving brat who feels the world should bow at his feet because he's the Beta. What an annoying bunch of shit!" She spat bitterly and wanted to finish her remaining beer but a hand grabbed the bottle from her and spun her around at the same moment. She came face to face with Devin who wasn't looking very happy. "Oh, good th
The second Ayra entered the training arena, she became the center of attraction. All eyes turned in her direction.They weren't stares of disdain or contempt. But of pure admiration. And lust. She was, no doubt, quite heavily endowed. She felt powerful and wanted for the first time in Grey Woods. Since she was little, she had never felt cared for. Even after she left the pack, nobody reached out to her. Not even her mother. "Ayra!" A voice squealed from her right and the next thing she knew, a pair of arms enveloped her neck. She recognized the voice and smiled widely. The only person who approached her to be her friend and cried on the day she was leaving the pack - Selene"Good to see you too, Selene." She laughed nervously, trying to get her arms away because she felt choked. "Look at you, looking all hot and snatched." She complimented after pulling away. It was true. Ayra, who was a thin, tiny girl four years ago, was now the definition of beauty with 'flesh in the right
Her mind erupted with an eminent desire between her legs. She struggled to keep her cool but was failing woefully when his left hand circled her waist, pressing against the wound that was still healing. "Ouch! Do you want to kill me?" She shoved his face and his hand away and stood up, walking far from him. If only he knew how jittery he made feel whenever she was close to him..."I would never do that, Ayra." He walked after her. "By the way, Ayra is for my friends and family. You can call me Jasmine." She sighed, looking at both sides of the road, hoping to see a car that would pass through. "Jasmine? That's too long." He cocked a brow and stood in front of her, his gaze intently on her. "Can I call you Mine instead?" She stopped breathing for like ten seconds. Why did he sound like he was flirting with her? "That's too personal. It's pronounced 'min' with an 'e'. Not Mine or whatever you call it." She turned her back to him, giving him a full view of her curvy waist and rou
"Fuck... Devin. That was so good. You still haven't lost your touch, not even a single bit." The slightly petite redhead leaned in to kiss him but he roughly pushed her face away. "Don't cross your boundary, red. I did what you asked me to. Now, give me what I need." He growled, adjusting his belt. She smiled slyly and crossed her legs before handing a paper over to him. He collected it and walked out of the restroom, the lady still hovering around him. "What do you want with that man anyway? He's a rogue. One of the worst persons to ever come across." She questioned, linking her arms with his. She smiled widely when she noticed the attention it got her from other ladies.Devin was the man every unmated woman wanted to be with. Ayra, who was enjoying her meal with an acquaintance who showed up shortly after Devin disappeared, looked up to see Devin and the redhead. Her eyes fell on their linked arms, lingering for some seconds. When Devin noticed her hardened gaze on their arms,
"I don't want to go back..." Ayra's voice trailed off, her eyes darkened as she stared at the warm plate of rice before her. She had been quiet all morning and was on the verge of changing her mind about going back home. "Nonsense, child!" Her grandmother reprimanded her, abandoning the eggs on fire and walking over to her. "You've already missed out on four Blood moons. Don't you want to find your mate?" "I don't need a mate. I'm fine just on my own." She replied, as though stating the obvious. The discussion only made her lose her appetite."Besides, what can they offer me? I'm pretty sure I'm stronger than most of those pompous douchebags." She spat bitterly, remembering her bitter arrival at the Grey Woods pack after the big incident. "The cab will be here in five minutes. You are leaving my house today in search of your own destiny, and that's final!" She yelled and resumed her cooking. "If you don't leave my house, you'll find yourself on the street." She declared. Ayra ju