"My school just thrives on gossip. I can’t believe that you, who just got registered the other day, already heard about it," I remarked, feeling a mixture of surprise and annoyance."Or are the rumors lies?" Alexander inquired, his expression serious."They're not lies, Alexander. He did ask me out, but I just don't like him. I can't stand bullies, and ever since then, he's been looking for a way to get back at me. I guess that's why he tried to confront me the other day," I explained, nervously picking at my fingers.Alexander stared at me intently. "The guy's a real coward. Why don't we all come together and teach him a lesson?"I shrugged, meeting his gaze head-on. "How would we do that?""I'm not sure yet. Maybe we can brainstorm and come up with a plan once we've discussed it thoroughly," he suggested.I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. Dealing with Larry had been a long-time desire of mine, given his constant lies and bullying. Most students were tired of tolerating his beh
I shrugged, assuming Susan and Helen had fled when they saw Father Bosco. Determined to find Grace, I headed to the bathroom.Pushing the door open, I found Grace standing there, looking uneasy. "What are you doing here?" I gasped, surprised to see her.Her eyes widened as she replied, "Oh... nothing..."I glanced around, wondering if someone else was in the bathroom. "You were just standing in here doing nothing, Grace. What's going on?" I questioned, puzzled by her behavior.Grace rubbed her palms nervously. "I... I... just decided to stay here."As she hurried past me, I watched her, feeling utterly confused. She stopped abruptly and then walked back to me. "I saw Father Bosco earlier. Has he gone?""Yes, he has," I confirmed, growing concerned about her well-being."Was she scared of Father Bosco, or was she just curious?" I pondered."Are you sure you're okay, Grace?" I asked, moving closer to her.She nodded. "I'm okay, Yvonne..."Grace left before I could say another word. Rolli
It felt as though we were mourning a loss, and in a way, we were—I was mourning the loss of Alexander to Anne.Accepting defeat was excruciatingly painful, but it was clear that the person I loved would never see me the way I saw him, nor consider my feelings for him.I loved Alexander deeply, that much was undeniable. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was captivated by him. The feelings were magical yet undeniably real.It was a love unlike any other, unique and profound. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and to have my love rejected so mercilessly was a bitter pill to swallow."I guess people like me don't deserve to be loved," I muttered, the weight of my sorrow heavy upon me.Dropping off Grace and Lora, I didn't embrace them goodbye as I normally would. I felt disconnected from everything around me."Yvonne, Yvonne..." Drake's voice broke through the silence as I drove.Turning to him, tears clouding my vision, I listened as he spoke."I think you should park the
Drake stood motionless as he watched Yvonne drive away, a sharp pang slicing through his heart. The revelation that the woman he had fallen for was in love with his brother left him reeling.It had always been this way, right from the start. Women were invariably captivated by Alexander's charm, falling for him in an instant, only to be manipulated for his own ends, much like he had done with the witches.Drake trembled at the thought of potentially ensnaring Yvonne in his own schemes, knowing she could inadvertently lead him straight to his adversaries—her own people. Yet, he found himself reluctant to pursue her romantically, a puzzling contradiction.Meanwhile, Alexander had chosen Anne over Yvonne, leaving Drake to wonder what quality Anne possessed that outweighed his brother's thirst for vengeance.Taking the elevator to their apartment, Drake entered to find Alexander and Anne entangled in a passionate embrace in the living room.He sucked in a sharp breath. "Hey, brother, you'r
He scoffed. "Is that what she told you?""I saw you, Alexander. The way you spoke to her, the way you made her think you wanted to kiss her. I saw everything," Drake cried out.Alexander laughed. "Somebody's in love and jealous.""Really? Is that all you have to say?" Drake asked, frustration evident in his voice.Alexander squeezed his shoulder softly. "They all know I have a girlfriend. She knows it too. And guess what, little brother? I don't give a damn about Yvonne or anyone else."Drake took a deep breath. "Sounds about right.""What?" Alexander raised his brows in confusion."I want to date her," Drake declared.Alexander chortled, grabbing him by the shirt and pushing him against the wall. Drake winced in pain as his head hit the wall."What was that for, Alexander?" Drake demanded."I noticed that witch girl Susan likes you a lot. Why don't you date her? Give her a chance, brother. At least we'd have a witch covering up our dirty tracks with magic. Geraldine is too old for me
A few hours later...I drove into the fortress and parked my car in the garage of the mansion. A whirlwind of emotions churned within me, a mixture of unease and restlessness. All I wanted was to retreat to my room, drown my thoughts in alcohol, and sleep until morning.Navigating my usual route up to my room, I closed the door behind me, taking a deep breath as I closed the window curtains. The absence of my mother, who I expected to find, only fueled my restless mind.Sinking into the sofa in my room, I stretched my weak arms and legs, trying to shake off the tension."You came home very late tonight," my mother's voice suddenly filled the room.Startled, I turned to see her sitting beside me. "Mother, please don't scare me like that," I gasped, placing a hand over my chest.She regarded me with a steady gaze. "Yvonne, are you okay?""I was until you appeared in my room like that. It's preferable that you use the normal way, Mother," I replied, still trying to calm my racing heart."
That same day, around midnight, a lady entered the church, appearing stranded, empty, and confused. She wore a striking red dress without sleeves that shimmered in the light. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, wide with bewilderment, were accentuated by a mild touch of makeup on her face. Her steps were soft and slow as she made her way in, wearing silver heels that complemented her attire.Father Bosco sat at the front row, his brow furrowed as he flipped through a book, stealing quick glances at its pages. He seemed troubled and preoccupied, his gaze flickering to the wall clock from time to time. As the lady approached, Father Bosco couldn't help but notice her staggering gait, and he wondered if she was intoxicated. Suddenly, she slipped and fell.Without hesitation, Father Bosco rushed to her aid, supporting her as he helped her to her feet. He guided her to a nearby seat, where she slowly sat down. Glancing around, Father Bosco searched for anyone accompa
Father Bosco’s eyes widened as he took in the unexpected sight before him. "Anita, how and when did you get here?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.Anita shrugged nonchalantly, rising to her feet. "I was scared. I couldn't stay all by myself in the church, so I decided to follow you," she explained, her demeanor betraying a hint of vulnerability amidst her boldness.Father Bosco's confusion deepened at Anita's explanation, his brows furrowing in concern. "But I didn't notice or see you following me," he reiterated, his tone tinged with skepticism."I didn't want you to see me, else you might convince me to stay back in the church," Anita explained, a faint frown marring her features as she moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Please, pray for me already, Father Bosco."Father Bosco's bewilderment only intensified as Anita's actions took an unexpected turn. He felt a rush of discomfort as her hands traversed down his stomach, her touch sending shivers do
"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