“Maya, get to the dining table for dinner,” I heard my mother shout from the kitchen, and nodded before I could stop myself. I should be talking. I mused, my eyes unable to leave the outfit that Naomi had finally settled on, the outfit I will be wearing for tomorrow’s classes. I still found the whole stuff overwhelming.
The outfit consisted of a black crop top, an oversized blue jean jacket and baggy black striped denim jeans. I would be rocking it with Noami’s chunky boots. And this attire sufficed because I had refused to wear anything tight like the short skirt she had brought out or the tiny pants that had hugged every curve I owned. I didn't want Adam thinking that I was dressing up because of him. But was that notion unavoidable, especially since the whole school knew of my wardrobe? What manner of bullying will color my day tomorrow? Claire’s angry face before I left for Naomi’s room still colored my vision. I instantly jumped out of my bed when I heard my mother’s voice for the second time. It was best to leave now before her mate began to holler at me. Although, surprisingly, he hadn’t said anything since he had come back with my mother from the meeting. The same with my step siblings, Lilian and Lent. What had the Lycan king decided concerning me? I thought, donning a sweater over my ash sports bra. I hadn’t gotten around asking my mother, because of the intermittent calls with Naomi. Emotional support for tomorrow. I gave a last glance to clothes on the bed, and walked out of my room. Tomorrow’s problems will sort themselves out tomorrow. “Maya, stop spacing out and eat.” My mother mentioned a few minutes after I had settled down to eat, gesturing with the spoon in her hand to the pasta on my plate. I wasn’t in the mood for pasta but of course I wasn’t going to tell her that, to avoid my head getting screamed off. But why hadn’t she made my favourite though? She had promised that she would. What changed her mind? Did something happen? “Sure mom.” I muttered, taking my fork and digging into the pasta which felt cloggy at one touch. Mum was in a bad mood. I could tell by the imperfect meal that she just made. Her pasta was never clogged with water unless she was really angry. What was going on? What did the lycan king say about me? What had been their final decision? Were they going to ban me from the pack? Thoughts running tro and fro my head, made me drop the fork to the plate sharply, causing a clunking sound to echo across the dining room. The three diners stared at me unabashedly. “What is the problem, Maya? Don’t you like the pasta? I am sorry that I couldn’t make your favorite. It was just that…'' She was saying when Lilian interrupted her harshly. “Mum, why bother about her?” Lilian asked. “She will be leaving very soon, after all. She is not worth the stress.” Lilian was awestruck, the same state we were in the next two seconds, when my mother turned aside and landed a hot slap on her cheek. My mother has never raised a hand on any of us. She must be reallypissed off. “How the hell did you grow up like this? Well, your father isn’t really a good raising partner, is he?” Mother asked, not moved or remorseful when a tear slipped from Lillian’s left eye. Rather, she turned to my father and glared at him. My old man never said a word, rather his head was bent low, his food forgotten at that moment. He must be afraid. I concluded, remembering that my mother had said that she would leave him if he chased me out of the house. Was he afraid that she would make her words true now? Was that why his mouth was clamped shut, even though his favorite daughter just got slapped because of the daughter whom he despises? My mother was still fuming and watching her heave in and out in anger, I could tell that she wanted my father to say something, anything, that would spike up her rage the more. I could tell that she wanted to pour her anger on him especially. Was my leaving affecting her this much? What was I even thinking? Of course she would be like this. But where was I going? Was there a specific location m? Or was I exiled to pick up the pieces of my life, prey to other rogues? What was going on? When my father didn’t give my mother what she was yearning for, she stood up briskly from her chair and walked out of the dining room. “See what you have caused, bitch?” That was Lent. He was glaring at me with thick hatred, but I wasn’t pained by that either. I was already used to all these exhibitions. I shrugged my shoulders in response, keeping my tongue in check. Maintaining that composure, I stood up from my seat and walked toward the passageway. I needed to find my mother, not stay here with these tormentors. Before I left the dining room entirely for the three haters of my life before bullies, however, I cast a last glance at the man called my father. His head was still bowed. I wondered what he was thinking about; if he was feeling a bit of remorse for how he had treated me the past years or if he was thinking of how to make it up with his mate. The first reason seemed impossible. I also caught a glimpse of Lilian, just before I entered the passageway. She was still holding her cheek, still in shock, her food totally forgotten. The slap had been a shock quite alright, but I liked it, so damn much. I just didn’t like that mother was upset. But the slap? That was legit.I found my mother sitting on the short row of steps in the backyard. “What are you doing here? Was the pasta that bad?” She asked, immediately I sat down.I huffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “Of course not, mom. It’s just that I was lost in my thoughts. I was wondering why your face seemed so sullen. And I kept wondering what the Lycan king had said in the meeting about me. My mind conjured up the worst thoughts, and believing that, had caused me to drop the fork. Mom, I could never be unhappy with your food. Never think of that again.” I replied, placing my hand across her shoulder, whilst pressing myself to her. She hugged me then by the side, rocking me gently, more to console herself than to reassure me. Anything to make her feel okay. I thought, wrapping my arms around her too. Perhaps Lent was right. I had been the cause of the uproar tonight. If I hadn’t let go of the reins of my mind, if I hadn’t believed the stupid imaginations of my mind, then the fork in my hand wou
“Are you sure that you are okay with going to school today? You can tell Naomi about the recent developments when she comes to pick you in a few minutes' time. You don’t need to go to school.” My mother started, as her eyes made a trail, from my head to the chunky boots which adorned my feet. I had told her that Naomi would be picking me up this morning for school; there was no need for me joining a still furious Lilian in her car. However, I understood my mother’s worries. Tucking me into bed last night, she had asked me why I had kept the bullying from her all these while. I had told her that I hadn’t wanted to trouble her with my troubles. But she had been adamant with the theory of being better off knowing about the situation before it had been brought to the council. “Mom, I will be okay. No one will touch me, not after what the king had proposed. I will be fine. Naomi will be with me too.” I answered, putting my books into my backpack, despite the knowledge that I wouldn’t b
“Maya!” Naomi shouted my name, extricating me from my wholesome thoughts. A smile bloomed on her lips when our gazes met. A smile that wavered the next second when she just realized something—the furrows on her forehead were enough giveaway. I am sure it was because of the news. Her parents must have told her.“Hey babes, good morning.” I greeted her, nudging her by the shoulder when she pouted and looked away. “Come on, you know it’s not my fault. Let’s get out of here though, before they bear holes in your head with their eyes.” I said, dragging her by the arm to her bike which was a few feet away from her. She turned then, chuckling softly when she saw the looks on the faces of my siblings and my father. “I bet they didn’t see the change coming. Their loss really.” She got on the bike, and handed me a helmet. “Yeah, thanks.”I will miss this bike too. I thought, as I hung my arms around her waist. Maybe, I could get mine when I got to the city of humans. Maybe, I could learn h
Why was the time damn slow? Shouldn’t it be time for lunch? I wondered, my eyes catching the square clock that has been hanging in our class, since forever. “You shouldn't have bothered coming to school today if you were going to be this distracted.” Naomi whispered as she brought her head and book close to me like she was showing me something. The professor was looking at us.I shrugged at her question, not knowing what to say. She was right. But what she didn't know was that I had come to school to catch a glimpse of Adam for the last time.It was stupid. It was a lame expectation. Nevertheless, I was yearning for an alone time with him again. “You could have waited for me at your house. You know, spend more time with your mother...” Naomi was saying, and I just nodded along, not having anything to contribute to the discussion. The bell rang for lunch then, and we all breathed out in relief. We, as in the whole class. It was obvious that I wasn’t the only one bored out of my head
MayaToday was my first day at the school’s cafeteria, or rather the second time after I was discovered to be without the wolf gene. The first time, after that life changing event, had been brutal and traumatizing. It was the first time I was bullied.Now, standing before the matron who was dishing my food, I wondered if I had made the right choice, listening to Naomi.Naomi was my only friend. The only one who had remained by my side after the pack doctor’s diagnosis on my sixteenth birthday: the diagnosis that had set my perfect life on fire.Naomi had insisted that I follow her here today. It’s been a year and six months since that fateful first day, yet the memory still had a firm grip on me. I was actually counting the seconds till someone threw me a juice can, or half eaten pizza.“Maya, stop fretting. Mother promised me that the Lycan King has resolved the bullying issue. It’s over finally, best friend. Take a deep breath. Your hands are shaking.”She was right. My hands were s
“What’s going on here?!” A voice suddenly roared in the cafeteria causing the throwing competition to come to an end. Who was that? What had taken them so long? I wondered, unable to open my eyes because they were covered with liquids and food particles that had been thrown on me, more than a hundred times. When Noah had chosen to make me a target for practice, the others in the cafeteria had taken it as a go ahead to replicate the mess. Everyone in the cafeteria, except Naomi, had emptied their lunch packs on me. “Who is that sitting on the floor? Stand up!” The same hoarse voice echoed. Mr Johnson, the principal. I was sure now.It can only mean that Naomi had made the report herself. Her father was an important member of the pack’s council—she couldn’t be ignored by the school’s authorities.I tried obeying the principal’s command, I tried standing up from the floor, but my feet and hands kept slipping on the slippery floor.A hand grabbed me by my arm—certainly Naomi—and hel
I looked damn good in a bikini. The feeling was a good one to have after the crushing feeling that stemmed from not knowing my roots.“C’mon Maya, get your butt out here!'' Naomi screamed from the pool area. A weary chuckle escaped my lips when I heard the splash of water. So much for diving in together.I did a 360-degree turn in front of her mirror, amazed at what I was seeing. I stopped looking in the mirror, when my stepsister broke mine two years ago, a day after that inauspicious event that ruined my perfect life. Her reason was that I shouldn’t be bothering the mirror with my ugliness. I had been so emotionally messed up then, that I had believed her. I had changed my wardrobe overnight to baggy trousers and polos, to cover the ‘fat’.Over the years, Naomi had tried destroying these insecurities—she did to an extent—but I never looked at the mirror again. Until now.I was beautiful. I did another 360-degree turn, still coming to terms with this truth.I was curvy and sexy. I
I was probably in my hundredth cookie when I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I knew it wasn’t Naomi because my friend had gone upstairs to get her phone. “How are you slim like a runway model when you eat like a pig?” The cookie fell to the floor instantly from my tottering hand, and my heart erratically went over the fence. What was Adam doing here?What did he want? Why was he right behind me? And where was Naomi now that I needed her?I was stiff, rimrod straight on the high kitchen stool, whilst my pulse jumped haphazardly when Adam suddenly started trailing his finger down my arm.I inhaled sharply the next minute, when he bit my ear lobe, when he slid his hand around my waist, when his kooky breathing slammed into my hearing neurons. How could someone be so brash? How could someone be so entitled? Did he think he could have his way with me because he was hot, because I was a mere statistic to him?He must be out of his mind!I jumped out of my stool without giving him a