"Go ahead," I shrug, and wipe the sweat from my brow with my hand, "Talk fast because I only have two hours and you're wasting them." "My dad is not very happy with you, in fact he's looking for a space in his busy schedule just to come and nag you," she mutters, and her words make me let out a tired grunt. My promoter is not happy with me, but that's not a surprise. He's never been happy with me. I don't even know why he bid for the job if he thinks I'm so difficult, "He thinks you're being way too controversial on social media. Much more than you should be. Plus, Jake accepted the rematch and since 'it's obvious he'll beat you again' he thinks you'll lose a lot of followers for being pathetic." "Actually, since I started being controversial I've gained a lot of followers," I explain, but Gemma doesn't look too impressed, "Granted, it's not the best audience in the world, but at least I'm making a name for myself. You have to admit, it's pretty impressive how much fame I have f
The moment I get home, I throw my backpack on the floor and go to my room to pull out my phone and see what's going on. Of course, Redboxinggloves is doing his thing once again. @RedBoxingGloves: "You can't miss this Saturday the 5th the #rematch between @GrayBull and @RogersJake Who will be the winner? Oh, well, that answer is obvious." How does that person know when the rematch will be and I don't? And why are so many people commenting that they're #TeamJake like we're talking about that stupid vampire movie Angie used to be obsessed with? To my surprise, there are also several people who are #TeamGray and it's not just omegas lusting after me, there are several alphas commenting that too. I take it upon myself to reply to as many as I can and then go on to stalk that stupid account I hate so much. @RedBoxingGloves: "Riddle of the day: who is this mystery omega walking around #BeastMaker today?" There are two attached photos of Midnight where almost all you can see are h
Midnight draws her legs to her chest and hugs them. “I liked the way it felt, but I'd rather you didn't do it again." "Didn't we only talk a few hours ago about how much we wanted to touch each other? And that we had permission to do it?" I ask, with a raised eyebrow. Not to pressure her or something, I’m just confused. "Wanting to and being able to are different things, aren't they? Like you said," she releases all the air stuck in her lungs, "The idea of touching you or letting you do whatever you want to me is turning me on. If you were to touch me right now you'd realize, I think I can feel how I'm getting wet..." "So what's the problem?" I ask, putting a hand in my lap to control the situation that is beginning to blossom. "The problem is that I've never touched anyone, I've never been around a man in a sëxual way and even though I want that so badly, for some reason I don't like how it feels," she answers quietly, look
"Can I see what they're saying about me?" I ask, changing the subject, but Gray shakes his head, "Why not?" "I lied to you earlier. They are saying bad things about you. I don't want you to see it, some omegas can be envious bitches." Gray has his cell phone secured on the opposite side of me so I can't see anything, but now I have a phone of my own so I pull it out and download the app. I appreciate his words and his concern but it's my right to see what they are saying about me. "Fine, do what you want, but I warned you," Grayson mumbles unwillingly when he sees me start to make my account. I don't have any pictures so I put up one of a landscape I downloaded a while ago and then I look for the account Grayson showed me yesterday. As bad luck would have it, it's private. "They won't accept you, Mid. They can't just accept anyone, it could be a human," Gray explains and finally gives up and holds out his phone to me. The first tweet on the account
I groan as I open my eyes. My whole body feels sore and the first thing I see is Lion's face right above me. I scoot back on the couch and gasp when I realize I'm naked. Fully naked. I grab a blanket from the couch to cover myself. "Are you feeling okay?" Lion asks looking concerned. I have a scary few seconds where I think... is it possible he did something to me? Why the hell don't I have any clothes on? Why does everything hurt? But for some reason I know that's not possible. Lion couldn't hurt me, I know that deep in my bones, “Mid, you had your first shift. It wasn't easy, you must be in pain.” "Oh. I am,” I blurt out, frowning while trying to remember what happened, but I have no idea, "I-I turned into a wolf?" "Uh... sort of," he mumbles and scratches his head, "Your wolf is seriously malnourished. It's small, weak and ugly, hardly has any fur. It was kind of traumatizing to see, honestly." Oh, no. "Hey, hey, don't feel bad. I'm sorry I said that,"
The next day when I see Grayson at Beast Maker I can feel everyone watching us as he walks straight to my office to greet me like he doesn't notice the eyes on us or like he just doesn't care. I, on the other hand, look into his eyes with concern, hoping I don't feel what I read in the books: that animalistic need to be close to him, to want him more than anyone else, to feel like he's my whole world and that my wolf would rather die than be without him. None of that happens. "Hey, Mid," he greets me nonchalantly. And he stays here chatting with me without showing any sign that I mentioned before. That's a good thing. My wolf had a moment of mental farts, that's all. So I can quietly move on without a problem. For a full week I manage to live like a normal person who is trying to survive around wolves. I don't have any panic attacks, my wolf doesn't lose her mind calling Grayson ‘ours’ again and I manage to create a little routine that makes me feel good.
"No, Grandma. The best way to defeat someone is with violence and pain," Gray expresses, making a turn with a lot of force. I have to hold on to my seat to keep from flying off, "Wait until you hear what I'm going to tell you. You'll like what I have planned." I doubt it, because defeat, violence and pain sound like something I'm not going to be good at, but I'd rather stay quiet until Gray parks in front of Candy Lane. It's a giant place with pink walls. "We haven't even walked in and I already feel better. Thanks for bringing me here," I mumble happily and get out of Grayson's horrible car. Candy Lane is the biggest sweet shop in ever, they have all kinds of sweet things, from candy to frapuchinos to cakes. As soon as we are seated, a very animated waitress serves us and we place our orders, but Grayson refuses to tell us his plan until we are eating. While I wait for what I ordered, I walk over to the candy section and buy some popsicles, because the ones I got
The intrigue kills me for one hour and thirty-five minutes while we finish eating what we ordered. And even though I enjoy Baxter's company and enjoy being here, I want to leave as soon as possible to find out what that plan is about. But Grayson changes the subject three times every time he opens his mouth and forgets what he's saying in less than five minutes. That makes me anxious. I don't trust him, I don’t think that he can even remember his own plan. And I want to know. The moment Baxter gives me a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye and starts walking home, I turn to Gray. This was a long 860 seconds from Candy Lane to here. "Tell me." "Easy, don't be so anxious," Gray laughs, backing out of the unfamiliar garage he accidentally pulled into, "I'll tell you when we get home, just to teach you a lesson. You must learn how to wait." "I've been waiting for 111 minutes and counting. I want to know." "It won't be so hard to wait another eleven minutes until we get home, t
Her lips feel warm, somewhat trembling and, after a few seconds, wet, when she opens them a little to take my bottom lip between hers. "That's enough," I pull away, when the ten seconds she demanded have passed and a shiver runs down my back. Everything feels like we just did something pretty horrific like killing a poor little puppy and I hate feeling this way, "Can we go now?" Mid stares at me with dreamy eyes for a few seconds, not moving, but then reacts and nods. I get out of there as fast as possible and once I'm out of her sight, I wipe my mouth. That was fücking disgusting. "Guys, this is my very good friend Midnight," I introduce her when we get to the table and everyone greets her briefly. I pull up a chair for her and place her next to me. Immediately Cums smiles at her, "Don't get distracted by her, Cums." "Sorry, sorry, I won't stare at your 'friend'," he promises, making quotation marks in the air, "But I di have to ask, are you wearing some kind o
"Where are we going?" Midnight asks, sitting on my bed as I stuff the bills in my pocket, "I guess it's not to see an exhibition, is it? Because then you wouldn't have been wrong about the century, or maybe you weren't wrong because the renaissance basically did start in the 12th century... not in art, but the mess with the bourgeoisie that made people start denying the fe.." "No, we're not going to go see any exhibitions," I interrupt her to make her shut the fück up, "We're going to go to a really fun and nice place where there are lots of games and entertaining things. You're going to love it." "So why didn't you want Bastian to know? Besides... I'm really sleepy," she complains, "Can’t you go by yourself?" "No, I can't. You have to go with me because if Bastian sees you here he's going to know that I was lying, plus I know that in about two hours he's going to ask me for proof that we're together at an exhibition so I need you," I grab her hand to make her get up, "And I p
{ Grayson } Midnight's mouth hangs open for probably thirty seconds before she blinks again and looks at me like I'm desecrating against her virginity. Which I'm obviously not doing. As far as I remember, at no point did I ask to insert anything into her or even touch her. I wouldn't object to doing so, but I never offered. "No," she whispers, unable to believe I said that and steps back to let go, "That's not fair at all." "Of course it is. You invaded my privacy, now I'll be invading yours. Seems like a very mature arrangement to me, actually, considering I had no choice and just had to put up with someone watching me at my most vulnerable moment. Maybe it's not a very evident thing, but I'm very shy and insecure about my sëxuality. Just like you." "You're manipulating me," Mid complains making a very slight and adorable pout. "Manipulating?" I pretend to think about that for a few seconds, "Mmm, yes. You're right, I am manipulating you." "So..." "So, we need to p
Angie asks me what's wrong but I can't muster up the courage to tell her because I'd have to tell her extremely embarrassing things. Maybe she's cool and all, but I don't think it's a good idea to tell her. I've never been to such a big, beautiful, fancy mall before. There are a lot of major stores where just breathing costs half a million dollars. Or, I should say pounds. Anyway, it's all very expensive and I don't even plan to go near it. However, Angie tells me that Lion has plenty of money so she gives me permission to buy whatever I want. Maybe I should buy "normal" clothes so Lion stops making faces when he sees what I'm wearing, or so people at BM stop saying I just want attention and I'm desperate for sëx (even when technically they're absolutely right) but I don't want to. I buy close-fitting cropped tops, mini-skirts and other things that show off my legs, and pretty lingerie in case I ever get up the nerve to seduce someone. I also buy shoes and other things that are
The moment I realize Gray knows I'm here, I do what any sane person would do: run. I run straight to my room and I'm so shocked that I don't even think about Bastian and Angie having sëx. I bury my face in my pillow and scream at the top of my lungs because I have so many feelings inside me I don’t know what to do with them. So many emotions. And arousal, unfortunately, is one of the most prominent. My phone starts ringing on the small piece of furniture on the side of the bed and Gray's name appears on the screen along with a picture of his handsome face. Of course I don't answer it. I don't plan on ever talking to him again. I stay with my face buried in my pillow for the rest of the night, regretting being so me. I don't know if I slept or not because I don't feel tired and my eyes were closed most of the night, but my mind never stopped working, so I'm not sure. I just know it's morning because Lion knocks on my door like he does every day, except this time I don't get
"What's wrong?" I ask Mid. She shrugs her shoulders without saying anything and climbs down from my car along with her new friend, who gives her a tight hug. "Thank you. It's time to go home, but I'll call you tomorrow," she promises and Midnight's face lights up again, "Bye." "Bye, Fiona," Mid tells her and then Fiona gives me a dirty look before walking off down a dark alley. I wait for Mid to tell me something about what happened at the club or with her new friend, but she just walks to the passenger seat and waits for me to open the door. She smells upset and looks like it, too. I don’t understand why. Midnight I've never been mad at anyone before, not even at my grandmother. I've been mad at situations, of course, but never at another person. And I know I shouldn't be, it's so silly. But I can't help it either. "Seriously, Mid. Tell me what's wrong, you're so quiet," Gray asks once he manages to start the car and we're on our way home. "I thought kissing was some
Before long I find another guy to direct my lust towards, since Matthew hasn't stopped kissing Regina. This guy is the bartender. His eyes are big, his hair is long and his body is big and tall. The way he picks up different bottles and makes drinks is magnificent. I think I’m in love again. I decide to follow my heart and go order a drink just to hear his probably melodious voice. I don't have any money in me, but I can stay there with him until Gray comes back from the bathroom and pays for me. My whole plan is set and as I walk to the bar, I push my boobs up in my bra so they look bigger. I brush my hair with my fingers and quickly pull out my phone to check with the camera to make sure the makeup Angie put on me still looks good. In theory, I look beautiful. And in theory, I'd really like to talk to the bartender and flirt with him, but in reality I settle into a spot at the bar and stand there for another ten minutes without daring to get his attention. Luckily, no
“Let's talk about the relevant topic,” I say, trying to force myself to shake the bad feelings and smile, “Did you like the kiss?" "Yes, it was really good," she says, "But I had no idea what I was doing. And when you kissed my neck... I came close to dying." "Do you want to try that again?" "No, that's enough for today." I have nothing left to do but accept, so I just shrug and pull out my phone as I sit down next to her. I have a bunch of texts from Gemma. "Hey, Mid do you want to go to a club?" "Sure, when?" "Right now. It's Gemma's birthday and I totally forgot," I mumble, texting Gemma that I planned to go to her house anyway to give her her present, "Go get ready while I go in search of a present." "What should I wear?" she asks, jumping out of bed, playing with her hair again and looking excited, "I'll go ask Angie." She leaves without giving me a chance to answer and I have to get my car to go buy something. The only thing I find open n
"I don't care if I’m ruining the mood. If I leave, you won’t do anything and you’re just going to stare at each other like the losers you are," I express and move a little closer until I'm almost glued to Mid from behind. I put her hair gently on one shoulder to bare her long neck and start stroking it very slowly to make her feel calmer, careful not to be aggressive because if I am she's going to get up like a scared dog again, "For god's sake, Baxter. Do something. If I didn't know better I'd think you have no game at all." I earn a smack on my arm from him but I'm getting used to physical abuse so I don't even feel it. Bax finally takes advantage of Mid being in a trance from my touch to put a hand on her face and move in to leave a chaste kiss on her lips. Mid gives a little gasp when she feels it and turns to me with a big smile. My hand is still on her neck, and I don't want to move it. Her skin is so soft. It smells so good in here. And her pulse looks so delicious that I