Ava’s POV I wake up feeling strangely unsettled.Today is the Alpha’s birthday, but honestly, I don’t care. I wouldn’t even be going to school if not for the stupid assignment I need to submit. It’s a waste of time. Everyone is focused on preparing for the Alpha’s birthday party anyway, so no real lessons will happen. Two hours, maybe less, and we’ll be sent home.That’s the only reason I’m dragging myself to school today.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my red skin is now going back to normal, thanks to the three brothers; if not for the medicine they bought for me, I’d still be as red as tomatoes. I get dressed quickly, not putting too much effort into my appearance. My plan is simple: submit my assignment and leave. That’s it.I get dressed and rush out of the house. I’m not sure if Vanessa would be going to school but I don’t really care if she does. The walk to school was exhausting, and immediately I got inside the school gate, everything didn’t seem normal, and stud
AVA’S POVAs we arrived at the pack, I could tell right away that something big was happening. Even before we stepped inside, the energy was different, louder, more chaotic. People were everywhere, rushing from one side to the other as though they were all on some kind of important mission. The place was crowded, packed with cars and unfamiliar faces, and from the way people were dressed, it was obvious they were prominent.Before we could even enter the hall, two guards stepped in front of us, blocking our way.“Invitation letter,” one of them said, his deep voice making it clear that no one was getting in without it.Sarah quickly pulled hers out from her purse and handed it to them with a brig
Zayne’s POVGetting ready for the Alpha’s birthday party wasn’t anything new. We’d been to countless events like this before, and they always felt the same. Crowds of people, fake smiles, and endless bows and praise that didn’t mean much to us. But this felt different because it is our father’s birthday.Irish tightened his cufflinks while Steve adjusted his tie, grumbling under his breath.“Do we really have to wear these?” Steve asked, tugging at the collar of his shirt.“It’s not like we have a choice,” I replied, slipping on my jacket. “Let’s just go, get it over with, and leave.”
Writer’s POVZayne stormed out of the room, his mind spinning with anger and disgust. He didn’t want to see Vanessa or Zach for now. Not after what he had just witnessed. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his heart pounded violently in his chest. How could Vanessa do something like that? How could she stoop so low?He needed air. He needed to calm down, but every time he thought about what he saw, rage bubbled inside him all over again.He wandered through the hallway, trying to shake off the anger, when suddenly he heard a scream. A high-pitched, terrified scream. His body froze for a second, and then he sprinted toward the sound. It was coming from one of the rooms down the hall.
Ava’s POVVanessa lunges at me, her eyes blazing with fury, and before I can dodge, her hand tangles in my hair, yanking hard. Pain shoots through my scalp, but I don’t cry out. I won’t give her the satisfaction.“You think you can slap me and get away with it?” she hisses, her voice low and dangerous.“You slapped me first!” I snap back, my hands flying to her arm to try to pry her fingers loose. But she’s stronger than she looks, and her grip only tightens.The classroom explodes with noise as desks screech against the floor, students jump to their feet, and phones are whipped out to record the fight. No one steps in to help, of course. They just want a front-row seat to the drama.&nbs
Ava’s POVIrish’s hand is warm and firm as he pulls me out of the principal's office. His grip is strong, like he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he lets go. I don’t know why, but my heart is racing. Maybe it’s because of all the eyes on us. People are staring, whispering, looking at me like I’ve suddenly become someone important.Because Irish is holding my hand.But Irish doesn’t seem to care about their stares. He just keeps walking, pulling me forward like nothing else matters. Meanwhile, I feel completely out of place, uncomfortable with the way everyone’s eyes follow us.“I need to go back to class,” I say, trying to sound firm.
Ava’s POVI stand there, my body rigid, my breath shaky. My stepmom’s eyes narrow as she folds her arms across her chest. “Since when did you start talking back to me?” she asks, her tone sharp with irritation.I lift my chin, meeting her glare. “Just now,” I say, my voice firm despite the storm raging inside me. “And you should answer my question. Did you take money from Vanessa?”Her expression darkens instantly, as if she can’t believe I would dare to challenge her. I see the flicker of shock in her eyes, the way her lips pressed together in irritation. But I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of everything that’s happening.&l
Ava’s POVI woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, my body heavy as if I hadn’t slept at all. The events of yesterday still weigh on me. My stepmom, her cold voice, her cruel words… It’s like an echo in my head.“I just hate that you exist.”I shake my head, trying to push her words away, but they cling to me, refusing to leave. I don’t know why, but for the first time in a long while, I miss my mom. I don’t even remember much about her, just bits and pieces, blurry memories that fade when I try too hard to hold onto them.But I remember the warmth. The softness in her voice. The way she used to hold me.
AVA’S POVI don’t even realize I’m running until I collide with someone. A sharp gasp escapes me as I stumble back, my heart still hammering from the conversation with Steve.I look up only to realize it is Sarah.Of all people? Sarah, why her?She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing as she looks me up and down. “Why are you roaming around the school?” Her voice is sharp, almost amused. “Shouldn’t you be in class? Or is this what you do while my mother pays your school fees?”I swallow hard. My palms are sweaty, my throat dry. I don’t know what to say, and at the same time, I
Ava’s POVI woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, my body heavy as if I hadn’t slept at all. The events of yesterday still weigh on me. My stepmom, her cold voice, her cruel words… It’s like an echo in my head.“I just hate that you exist.”I shake my head, trying to push her words away, but they cling to me, refusing to leave. I don’t know why, but for the first time in a long while, I miss my mom. I don’t even remember much about her, just bits and pieces, blurry memories that fade when I try too hard to hold onto them.But I remember the warmth. The softness in her voice. The way she used to hold me.
Ava’s POVI stand there, my body rigid, my breath shaky. My stepmom’s eyes narrow as she folds her arms across her chest. “Since when did you start talking back to me?” she asks, her tone sharp with irritation.I lift my chin, meeting her glare. “Just now,” I say, my voice firm despite the storm raging inside me. “And you should answer my question. Did you take money from Vanessa?”Her expression darkens instantly, as if she can’t believe I would dare to challenge her. I see the flicker of shock in her eyes, the way her lips pressed together in irritation. But I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of everything that’s happening.&l
Ava’s POVIrish’s hand is warm and firm as he pulls me out of the principal's office. His grip is strong, like he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he lets go. I don’t know why, but my heart is racing. Maybe it’s because of all the eyes on us. People are staring, whispering, looking at me like I’ve suddenly become someone important.Because Irish is holding my hand.But Irish doesn’t seem to care about their stares. He just keeps walking, pulling me forward like nothing else matters. Meanwhile, I feel completely out of place, uncomfortable with the way everyone’s eyes follow us.“I need to go back to class,” I say, trying to sound firm.
Ava’s POVVanessa lunges at me, her eyes blazing with fury, and before I can dodge, her hand tangles in my hair, yanking hard. Pain shoots through my scalp, but I don’t cry out. I won’t give her the satisfaction.“You think you can slap me and get away with it?” she hisses, her voice low and dangerous.“You slapped me first!” I snap back, my hands flying to her arm to try to pry her fingers loose. But she’s stronger than she looks, and her grip only tightens.The classroom explodes with noise as desks screech against the floor, students jump to their feet, and phones are whipped out to record the fight. No one steps in to help, of course. They just want a front-row seat to the drama.&nbs
Writer’s POVZayne stormed out of the room, his mind spinning with anger and disgust. He didn’t want to see Vanessa or Zach for now. Not after what he had just witnessed. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his heart pounded violently in his chest. How could Vanessa do something like that? How could she stoop so low?He needed air. He needed to calm down, but every time he thought about what he saw, rage bubbled inside him all over again.He wandered through the hallway, trying to shake off the anger, when suddenly he heard a scream. A high-pitched, terrified scream. His body froze for a second, and then he sprinted toward the sound. It was coming from one of the rooms down the hall.
Zayne’s POVGetting ready for the Alpha’s birthday party wasn’t anything new. We’d been to countless events like this before, and they always felt the same. Crowds of people, fake smiles, and endless bows and praise that didn’t mean much to us. But this felt different because it is our father’s birthday.Irish tightened his cufflinks while Steve adjusted his tie, grumbling under his breath.“Do we really have to wear these?” Steve asked, tugging at the collar of his shirt.“It’s not like we have a choice,” I replied, slipping on my jacket. “Let’s just go, get it over with, and leave.”
AVA’S POVAs we arrived at the pack, I could tell right away that something big was happening. Even before we stepped inside, the energy was different, louder, more chaotic. People were everywhere, rushing from one side to the other as though they were all on some kind of important mission. The place was crowded, packed with cars and unfamiliar faces, and from the way people were dressed, it was obvious they were prominent.Before we could even enter the hall, two guards stepped in front of us, blocking our way.“Invitation letter,” one of them said, his deep voice making it clear that no one was getting in without it.Sarah quickly pulled hers out from her purse and handed it to them with a brig
Ava’s POV I wake up feeling strangely unsettled.Today is the Alpha’s birthday, but honestly, I don’t care. I wouldn’t even be going to school if not for the stupid assignment I need to submit. It’s a waste of time. Everyone is focused on preparing for the Alpha’s birthday party anyway, so no real lessons will happen. Two hours, maybe less, and we’ll be sent home.That’s the only reason I’m dragging myself to school today.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my red skin is now going back to normal, thanks to the three brothers; if not for the medicine they bought for me, I’d still be as red as tomatoes. I get dressed quickly, not putting too much effort into my appearance. My plan is simple: submit my assignment and leave. That’s it.I get dressed and rush out of the house. I’m not sure if Vanessa would be going to school but I don’t really care if she does. The walk to school was exhausting, and immediately I got inside the school gate, everything didn’t seem normal, and stud