"My anger right now stems from just dry cleaning those sheets, and they're going to mess them up," he seethed.Susan chuckled softly."But this is utterly absurd, Drake. I thought your brother was dating Anne," she remarked."Of course he is," he affirmed."Then why is he attempting to reconcile with Geraldine?" she inquired."I don't think he made the attempt; Geraldine was the one who reached out to him, thanks to you," he remarked, sipping his wine."Hmm... so what will become of Anne now?" she pondered.Drake stood up abruptly. "Nothing..."He strode back to the bar to refill his wineglass.Susan followed closely behind."Are you suggesting he'll continue to date and cheat on her with Geraldine?" she pressed."Not just her, but with more women, perhaps even with you," he teased, winking playfully."Never! I am not a... a woman of loose morals!" she exclaimed, her face flushing with indignation."I know you're not, Susan, but my brother is quite the libertine, and believe me, he has
Alexander opened the refrigerator and selected a bottle of blood. Pouring a small amount into his glass, he turned to see Drake gripping a kitchen knife behind his back."Drake, if this is about Yvonne Brooks, I advise you to forget about her," Alexander cautioned.Drake nodded. "Why? Because you fancy her and can't have her?""I could have her if I wanted to," Alexander replied confidently."But your hatred for werewolves would prevent you from allowing one to love you, wouldn't it?" Drake accused, his voice rising.Alexander scoffed. "Werewolves and vampires shouldn't mix. It's an abomination. Imagine having a child with a werewolf?""Werewolf is part of who I am. Don't forget that I am a hybrid," Drake retorted, his expression hardening."A weak one... don't forget to mention that," Alexander fired back.Drake looked away, his features contorted with anger."Our father made a mistake when he chose to create you with that weak werewolf who died immediately after giving birth to you,"
I sat in my seat, my gaze fixed on the teacher as he droned on, but I couldn't seem to absorb any of the material. My mind was clouded by the events of the previous night and this morning, leaving me feeling emotionally drained and disconnected. Unbeknownst to me, my mood was evident to everyone around me.Neither Alexander, Drake, nor the witches were present in class today, but I couldn't care less about any of them. Anne had entered the classroom earlier, shooting me a glare that I found both amusing and irritating. How could she expect me to sit idly by while she bullied and harassed my friends? She was no match for me."Yvonne Brooks... Yvonne Brooks..." I suddenly heard the teacher call out my name, snapping me out of my thoughts. I realized then that he had been trying to get my attention for a while.He looked visibly annoyed, clearly aware of my absent-mindedness. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Yvonne, have you been paying attention?"I nodded quickly, hoping to save face. "O
"Father Bosco, I swear I am not a witch, please believe me... you're making a mistake!" Anita's desperate plea echoed through the room as she continued to struggle against the men."Take this witch out of here; today is her judgment day," Father Bosco ordered, his tone resolute as he turned away.The men forcefully dragged Anita away, her cries reverberating as she was carried out of the classroom. Despite not being close to her, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Perhaps she was indeed telling the truth. After all, the detecting object had yielded a negative result. As a werewolf, I possessed insights beyond those of humans, understanding things that eluded them.Anita reached out, grasping my clothes as she was being pulled away. "Yvonne, please help me! I am not a witch! Please!" Her desperate pleas tugged at my heartstrings, but the men forcibly tore her hand away, and she was swiftly escorted out of the room.I rose to my feet, feeling a chill run through me. My legs fel
Drake burst into laughter. "Isn't this exciting?" he thought, adjusting his shirt."And what's so funny?" Alexander asked from behind.Drake turned around. "Your lifestyle of sipping blood from a glass cup has made you so vulnerable; you can't resist the slightest sight of it.""Neither can you," Alexander said, walking closer to him.Drake scoffed. "I see...""You're discussing me with that werewolf, aren't you?" Alexander looked upset.Drake smirked. "She was just telling me what happened when you left me daggered in my room, damn it!""Have you seen Anne?" Alexander asked.Drake chortled. "So you could explain why you ran off when someone was hitting her?""It was only a question, Drake!" Alexander yelled."I didn't see her! Besides, the last time I checked, I am no one's bodyguard," Drake walked away, heading outside the school compound to see what was happening."Looking for me, boyfriend?" Anne inquired, standing behind him.Alexander shut his eyes without turning back to look at
The noise grew louder, drowning out all other sounds as I heard the vice chancellor yelling at Father Bosco. His voice was a thunderous boom, laced with anger and frustration.My eyes darted around nervously as my hands instinctively clasped together, mirroring the posture of other students nearby. Anita wasn't dead yet, but the somber atmosphere hinted at the inevitability of her fate. The students already mourned her, knowing she was likely to die.It wasn't a picturesque scene, but rather one filled with a tense mixture of curiosity and anxiety. Everyone craned their necks, eager to witness the unfolding drama. A large crowd of students had gathered around, forming a barrier between me and the confrontation.I pushed through the throng, maneuvering my way until I found myself at the forefront of the crowd, face to face with the intense exchange."My daughter is not a witch, Father Bosco!" the vice chancellor's voice boomed with indignation.Father Bosco scoffed in response. "Who wou
Drake followed us out of the shop and hopped into my car. As usual, I dropped off my friends first, leaving Drake and me alone in the car. We sat in silence for a while, the quietness starting to feel suffocating.Drake cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I noticed you like my brother," he began.I glanced at him sharply, keeping my focus on the road. "You did?"He nodded. "Well, after what happened the other night, I was sure that you really do like him. Am I right?" he asked.Blushing, I admitted, "Yeah, you're right. But unfortunately, your brother doesn't seem to like me. I know it's because of that Anne girl."Drake acknowledged, "You mean his girlfriend?"Rolling my eyes, I corrected, "Fake girlfriend, you mean to say? Drake, I always get what I want, and I want your brother. I'm definitely going to have him."Drake gasped. "I thought you gave up on him before."Glancing at him, I replied, "Did I ever say that?""I noticed you weren't giving him that look today," Drake rem
My mother watched in silence, her expression unreadable. Grace's breaths came quick and sharp, hinting at her unease."What is it, Grace?" I interjected, my tone tinged with impatience."You wouldn't believe what I'm about to tell you, Yvonne..." she began, her voice trailing off.I sighed heavily, already anticipating that it wasn't anything substantial, just another piece of gossip."Grace just loves her gossip," I mused, running a hand through my forehead while keeping the phone pressed to my ear."For heaven's sake, Grace, who doesn't already know that Anita will be hanged before the day is out?" I exclaimed, feeling thoroughly disappointed. "Besides, I showed you the news earlier today at the ice cream shop.""I know, Yvonne, but this is different," Grace insisted, her voice carrying a note of urgency."How so?" I inquired, my eyes widening with curiosity."The vice chancellor was found dead in his apartment this evening," she revealed.I leaped to my feet, startling my mother, bu
"Not so fast!" Catherine said, descending the staircase with an air of authority. With a swift motion, she pushed the men attacking her mate against the wall using her magic. They slammed into the wall with a thud, groaning in pain and his men who were held captive were freed at once. "How dare you, Catherine? How dare you use magic on my men?" Emelda yelled, her face contorted with fury. "Beware, Emelda, I can read your mind clearly," Catherine smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Emelda was taken aback. "What?" Catherine laughed, a cold, knowing laugh. "Oh, you don't know, do you? The witch who has been preparing your mind-cloaking spells, the one you have been scheming your evil plans against the werewolves with, the one you promised the leadership of all werewolf packs to... she's dead. Geraldine was killed yesterday by her own daughter. Can you imagine that?" Emelda gasped in fear, her eyes widening as they began to turn bloodshot. She had no idea Geraldine had a daughter
Anne disappeared in a flash, leaving Alexander alone amidst the chaos. His search for her was fruitless, and in a fit of anger and desperation, he dragged the bodies out of the house and set it ablaze. As the flames consumed the building, Alexander turned back to bury the bodies, but to his shock, only two remained. He buried them hastily, then fled the scene before the police and fire services arrived. Meanwhile, in his throne room, Arthur was pacing up and down, his face etched with worry and stress. The group of werewolves he had sent to find Yvonne finally walked in. Arthur spun around, his eyes filled with hope. "Where is she?" he demanded, his gaze darting behind them, hoping to see Yvonne. The men shook their heads sadly. "I am sorry, but we could not find her," one of them said. Arthur's face contorted in disbelief. "What do you mean by that? I told you not to return to this fort until that girl is found." "We are sorry, Your Majesty," another werewolf interjected, "but we
Lucy was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief, while Geraldine clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she gritted her teeth in a barely contained rage. "Who are you?" Lucy screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "Good question, Lucy," Anne replied with a chilling smile, her eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement. She turned back to Geraldine, gently caressing her cheek with a touch that felt both tender and menacing. "Yes, Geraldine, you do look like my wretched, stupid mother—the same woman who willingly sacrificed me to the ocean because her dearly beloved vampire lover craved more power. The same one who polluted the ocean and caused the deaths of countless sea creatures, including mermaids," Anne said, her eyes shifting to a vivid, unnatural blue, reflecting the fury of the ocean depths. Geraldine's shock was palpable. She stumbled backward, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if the very ground beneath her had turned to ice. "You're... you're... suppose
I sobbed uncontrollably, cursing myself over and over again for being so foolish. "Yvonne, please, I am not like them. I have never supported my brother's evil deeds. My mother was a werewolf; I am also like you," Drake pleaded. "You are nothing like me, Drake. You are an abomination, and now I am about to give birth to another one. I am a total disappointment to my family, the Moonlight pack, and all werewolves!" I screamed, my words heavy with anger and despair. Drake shook his head, hurt evident in his eyes. I knew I had wounded him deeply with my harsh words, but my anger was uncontrollable. "Yvonne, I am sorry," he repeated, his voice filled with remorse. I cried like a woman who had lost her husband to sudden death, my hair a tangled mess as I repeatedly struck the wooden floor in anguish. He approached me, offering solace in his embrace. I knew he was genuinely remorseful, but how could I come to terms with the mess I had gotten myself into? A few hours later, my sobs su
I drove for what felt like an eternity, putting as much distance between myself and danger as possible. Even though I was still within Latan City, I couldn't shake the feeling of being hunted. This was the only place I'd ever known, and the thought of surviving beyond its borders seemed daunting. Finally, I stumbled upon a guest house and parked my car securely in their garage, grateful for the added layer of protection it offered. I covered it with a blanket, ensuring it wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. After securing a room and locking myself in, I took a moment to catch my breath. The accommodations were far from luxurious, but they provided a safe haven for the time being. As I sat on the bed, trying to calm my racing heart, my phone began to ring. Each vibration sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated, knowing it was Drake desperately trying to reach me. For hours, I ignored his calls and messages, fearing that any contact would reveal my location. But as hunger gnawe
I sat in class for what seemed like an eternity before everyone finally cleared out for the cafeteria. Instructing my friends to go ahead, I rested my head on the desk for a moment. When I lifted it, I noticed my vision was slightly blurred. Blinking with difficulty, my eyes felt heavy, so I rubbed them with my hands. Drake entered the classroom. "Aren't you joining us for lunch?" he asked. I managed a smile in response. He leaned down and kissed my lips. "I'll grab lunch soon," I replied weakly. "You go ahead. I'll catch up." He nodded, giving my back a reassuring rub. "Don't worry. You'll be fine." As he walked away, I exhaled deeply. Drake would make an incredible mate and father. His caring nature only deepened my love for him. But right now, my mind was overwhelmed. I fretted over my own well-being and the pregnancy. How would I break the news to my family? Could I even bear to face it, or would I have to live with the secret? I shook my head, knowing my father would never a
Now understanding the depth of Alexander and Geraldine's history, Helen ran her hands through her hair, pondering if she could ever move on from Alexander. As Drake was leaving, she hurried after him, grasping his hand. "What do you think Alexander wants from Anne?" she inquired. He shrugged. "I don't have the time to find out. Maybe you should help me figure it out," he suggested before continuing on his way. Lost in thought, Helen stood for a moment before making her way into the bar. Anne noticed her approach while serving a customer a glass of wine. "What do you want?" Anne asked, glaring at her. Helen placed her hand on the counter, chuckling. "This is a bar, a public place. You shouldn't be asking me such a stupid question." "Are you that dumb? I was only asking what you'd like to drink," Anne retorted, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Then you should have sounded a lot nicer, or I wouldn't mind reporting you to your boss. Trust me, you don't want to lose your job," Helen
I looked up, and there he was—my man, Drake. All eyes were on him as he strode in, exuding an aura of charm and confidence, especially with his sunglasses accentuating his handsome features. A smile crept across my face, reassured in my decision to be with him, despite the complication of carrying his child. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him into a tight hug, savoring the moment as he reciprocated with a lingering kiss. Giggles escaped me, feeling a sense of contentment, even as I noticed Alexander passing by with Anne, their faces clouded with evident displeasure. But their opinions mattered little to me; my happiness was all that mattered. Hours later... While other students made their way to the cafeteria, I steered Drake into the men's restroom, craving a moment of privacy. "What's up?" he inquired as I locked the door behind us, his hand inching towards me, anticipating a romantic encounter. "Stop, Drake. I need to discuss something serious," I stated firmly,
A week later, I was inseparable from Drake; we went everywhere together at school, always accompanied by my two friends. Yes, we were dating. I never imagined I would be with Drake, but it was happening. I didn't love him as much as I loved Alexander, but I felt a strong attraction to him. He was a genuinely nice guy, and I thought giving him a chance was the right thing to do. As days passed, I found myself growing to love him more. Drake looked happier than ever since coming to Latan City University to study. He was now the love of my life, and thinking about him excited me. I started to see him as the most handsome man in school, and maybe I was already falling deeper in love with him than I ever imagined. However, people like Anne and Alexander didn't seem pleased to see us together. I didn't know why, but I didn't care to find out. In fact, I was glad that my relationship with Drake was bothering them. Helen walked into the classroom as I was packing my books into my bag. I wa