The Lycan King, Mr Brekan, grasped Claire by the arm gently, and pulled her to himself— in a way that a father would pull his daughter to himself—making me green with envy. What did they see in the manipulative brat?“Talk, my child. Tell me what you saw.” Mr Brekan said, his entire attention on Claire. Claire nodded timidly, opened her mouth, then shut it, creating a palpable tension in the hall. Everywhere and everyone was silent. I couldn't even hear the sounds of crickets. It was like everything had kept quiet just to hear what the girl had to say.I wanted to hear too, the lie she was about to spurn and vomit out. I watched her divert her gaze to Adam who still looked at her blankly, probably not understanding why she was acting this way. But I did.I have read all about her types in books. And I knew that she was going to point Adam as one of those that wouldn’t be happy with her confessions.“Adam…did you do anything to Claire?” Claire's father asked, his tone shorn with worr
At Claire's request, the Lycan king nodded his head, as if assimilating the wisdom in her statement. I almost scoffed but for the love of my life.That I was fucking Adam didn’t mean I could go around behaving like a member of his family. From the lycan’s attitude since he saw me at the party, I was sure that I wouldn't be welcomed if Adam should officially introduce me to them as his mate. I didn’t blame the king though. I had no wolf, and I was an omega. I wasn't even from the pack, so my parents and origin were unknown. “Claire just gave a brilliant suggestion. Maya, and Naomi of course, find the little girl who you claim had told you to leave the party hall, and maybe, just maybe, we might put your account into consideration.” The lycan king mentioned, gesturing at me with his head to commence with the search.When I received the king’s approval to search for the girl, I sighed, in relief. My eyes coincided to search around for the girl, but with every passing minute where I
The confinement room smelled of disinfectant and spoiled cabbage, but it was just like Naomi had described it—not as bad as a dungeon. There was a bed right in the middle of the room with a white bed sheet; comfortable at first sight. The room had double windows and there was a bathroom, small but neat. It was okay, just like a holding cell. I could survive here till the investigation result came out. I had faith in Adam that he wouldn't let me rot in the cell. Sitting on the bed after the little tour of about twenty minutes; after the intake of a cup of water which a guard had given me out of the blues, I felt dizzy. I was also tired of waiting for Adam who had promised to see me soon.So, I decided to sleep. I was sure that the time was around 10pm, even though my phone had been confiscated by the guard, including my jewelleries. Taking a deep breath, and muttering a prayer for the investigation to go in my favor, I shut my eyes and slept off. I didn’t know how long I must ha
As I took a step toward the humans, I stumbled, the knots in my stomach hardening into painful lumps. I caught myself with one hand on the ground before I fell. The ground shifted, and I could see the women’s faces in the dirt and rotting leaves. The soil, black and lush, shifted until I was surrounded by the faces, the eyes staring accusingly. "You killed me. Killed me." The accusation was soft, but powerful, the mouths yawning wide as if in horror. "You took my love, all that I had to offer, and you left me," another cried. "You owe me your soul," a third demanded.I drew back with a soft hiss of denial. "I never touched you, other than to feed." I straightened my shoulders and faced the women squarely. "I live by blood and I took what you offered. I did not kill. I did not pretend to love you. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Go away and take your accusations with you. I did not betray my honor, my family, my people or my mate." I had many sins to answer for, but not this
Racking of steel from a distance drew me out of the shadows of darkness into bright white light. I coughed for a start, feeling my throat itching and closing up. What was the matter? What was the dream all about? My eyes still closed, I tried to ruminate on the meaning of the dream that had seemed to have gone on for hours. But nothing came up. I didn’t understand one bit of it. I didn’t know who those crying ugly women were, or what the valley was all about. I never even heard of it before, until the dream. Not that I was sure that the spot existed in real life. For all I knew, the fucked up dream was a characteristic of… Characteristic of what? I heard my mind taunt me. But I came up short. A characteristic of what? Why was I hallucinating or having dreams without foundations?I didn’t read or watch a movie about blood sucking demons or some shadow of death and darkness.My ears perked up when I heard the metal racking again, and it dawned on me then that my cell door was bein
We were far away from the King’s house now. With every step that I took, my heart drummed within itself in fear and curiosity on what was about to happen. Adam had never said a word since we had left the holding cell. He had just been humming to himself a tune that I couldn’t seem to place no matter how hard I tried to rack my brain for it in the bid to curb the boredom that was assailing me. Next to books, music was my next favorite. It was among the stuff that had aided me during the bullying days.Now, all that seemed so far away. This part of the King’s arena made it so. I have never seen or been to such a cold place, devoid of life in the pack. It was as if no living thing existed here, even though there were some trees. Well, the trees were dry as death.What was this place? The old Adam would have loved to explain this. But did I ever know the old Adam? Was there even an old and a new? What if all these had been a pretense?No, it can't be. I had literally been in his mind
“Why are you guys doing this? Why the sudden hate? Can you tell me what is going on?” I asked the trio, my eyes resting on an Adam who stared at me like I was some fly that was beneath his feet. I was dead curious now. Did Claire say something that was untrue?“Did Claire say something? Don't listen to her! She is…” I was still speaking, the pitch of my voice rising higher, but suddenly my words were cut off; my mouth was subjected to significant pain when Daniel slapped the hell out of my mouth. I tasted blood. Did Daniel just slap me? Why? I knew the answer the next minute from Noah.“Never mention Claire with your stinky mouth. She is a hundred times better than the woman you will ever be.” He stated gruffly, before giving Daniel a thumbs up. “Nice one, Dan.” He said to his younger brother, before turning his attention to Adam who was smiling gleefully at my surprise and discomfort. It was like he was deriving joy from my pain. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but sh
"Why you?" Adam's voice sounded deranged and fearful. Even though I felt like sleeping, succumbing to that thick darkness surrounding me, I tried to keep my ears open. I needed to hear his reason. "Because you are shit, Maya. Shit. No one cares about you. Oh, wait... you thought I did, because I paid you some attention?" He paused and started laughing maniacally. This time, Noah and Daniel joined him. Their voices were echoing, or didn't they know? They would attract much attention with this. Well, they could continue or not. At this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to know why Adam, who had seemed in love with me, was so cruel now; that he called what we had shared together, paying a little attention to me. We literally shared minds. I had seen his shortcomings and fears. Or had all that been a lie? Had it just been part of the bigger picture? If that was so, then they must be more crazed and psychotic than I had thought."Oh, Maya, why did you think I became calm and decid
I should be in the classroom reserved for detention but I was back at the bleak place again. That place thrummed with filth and despair, just like before.I sighed when a woman's despairing cry echoed in my soul, tearing at me, reprimanding me, drawing me back from the edge of a great precipice. Had I fallen asleep during detention?It was just as before.Every cell in my body craved food and something else, something I could lay my finger on, mostly because I had rehearsed the dream by now. Blood.The hunger raked at me with merciless claws until a red haze covered my sight and my pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, I scanned the area above my resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, my heart thundering in my ears, my mind screaming. I landed in a crouch in the midst of dense shrubbery and thick vegetation, and took a slow, careful look around me, not in the least concerned abo
It was the last class of the day, and I was counting down the minutes to the clinging of the dismissal bell. Five minutes to go. I thought giddily, throwing a glance at my watch. I was deathly hungry. After I had left the principal’s office, there had been no time to get to the cafeteria. I had returned to class hungry. It became crazier whenever I remembered the detention—a delay to having Laura’s food. “Well, it seems someone is in a hurry to go somewhere.” I withheld a visible flinch, somehow knowing that the lady lecturing us on magic and music was talking about me. I expected a frown on her face, but I saw a smile on her lips rather; a soft smile, as if I reminded her of someone interesting, someone that she cared about. I forced a smile on my lips too, and hers widened. She shook her head, and gathered her supplies on the table. “I will see you all on Thursday. Make sure to get your assignment ready by then. No excuses.” Assignment? She had given an assignment? I felt m
When we got to the principal’s office, he was in a meeting with someone, and so we had to wait by the door till he was done. We waited for about fifteen minutes before the door opened and Prof. Bulock stepped out of the office. When he saw I and Levina, a still milk-soaked Levina, he piqued his eyebrows, keeping his steely gaze on me. “What did you do to sweet Levina? What did you do this time around?” I snorted. “Does it look like I did anything to her? If your mind was free from prejudice as it should be, you would have noticed that. You would have noticed too, that I was her ally and not a foe. So much for the magic you claim to have for observation. Now, if you will excuse us, Prof Bulock, we have to see Mr Lethon.”Professor Bulock was standing right at the entrance, and his hand clutched the knob tight. Still, he was lucky I had held back from putting the emphasis on the right syllable in his name that would highlight a castrated cow. I wondered what he would do if I ever
“How long has this been happening?” I asked Sinclair immediately we left the cafeteria, enroute to the principal’s office. Levina has refused to say a word since we left, but that was okay. People reacted to situations differently. If I would take a bet, she was contemplating her father’s reaction when he finally heard the news. There was a minute silence, during which I inhaled the strength to shout at him if he chose not to talk about this troubling matter. But then, he started speaking. “For a while now. It’s not regular, but it happens occasionally, sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes in the training field. Actually since her father had been elected the school’s principal.” I sharply turned to look at him. “And how many years is that?” “Five years.” My tongue tasted something bitter and bland. She has been bullied for five years? How had the father stayed unaware all this time? How had no one thought to slither the piece of information to Mr Lethon? Did they hate him an
There was laughter everywhere in the cafeteria. The matrons serving the food said and did nothing. Sinclair sighed in exasperation. I wasn’t sure of Raul’s reaction to his sister’s bullying. I didn’t look. No. I was already transported in time to the cafeteria back at the pack.I was transported to the past, to the particular time when Noah had poured milk on me; to the time when Daniel had joined them; to the time when the entire student populace, or most, had joined them in throwing food at me; to the time when the matrons had done nothing to help me; until Noami had run and called the principal. My fists clenched, while watching the girl sniff. She was about to cry.I didn’t know when I moved, didn’t care to know how I had gotten in front of Rachel in less than two seconds.I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her out of the chair. “Don’t dare use your magic on me, or you are gone, Rachel.” I said when I saw her hand twitching. It was a gamble. A very risky one, knowing th
At Sinclair’s question, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering about the edge in his voice, an edge that was barely there.I didn’t think he was even aware of it. We had both agreed that personal questions were off the bet. That had been the reason I hadn’t asked him about the thriving issue between him and Raul. Yet, here he was talking about me and Raul like we had something going, like he was curious about knowing what exactly we had going on. I ignored him. “I want to go to college when I’m done here, or rather I want to use it as an avenue for exploring the world, before taking up my responsibility. But my parents want me to take up my responsibility after school.” I stopped my movement then and looked at Sinclair in shock. He had answered my question, the first I had asked him earlier, after my registration at the principal’s office. I had asked him what his plans were after school, and he had told me that he didn’t owe me an answer.My ignorance of his questions must have no
‘That I care about you.’ These words kept ringing in my head, but I knew it was because of the emotions that Raul had worn in his eyes when he spoke them. I didn’t think I would forget them any time soon. It was foremost, the emotion of sheer attachment, which kept bringing back those words. And it was not like I was remotely interested in Raul. No. He was handsome and all that, but he seemed to have caught Diana’s fancy. A few years would determine if it was a childhood crush, or something else. Somehow, a feeling or gut—call it whatever—chose the latter.I sighed at that. This development wasn't good. When had he developed the feelings? Was it when I had rejected Adam publicly in the eatery? Worse, after my conversation with Raul, Rachel hadn’t stopped staring at me. Sometimes she was glaring, some other times she was just staring at me, in amazement or surprise. But those few times I caught her looking at me in that manner, as if I was holding gold, she righted her face b
The desire to be helped floated in my horizon as I heard the question that was tinged with slight hostility.I turned toward the familiar voice, hope soaring in my chest when my eyes met Raul. His gaze met that of the professor’s headlong. Gone was his cheery smile.“Much? I don’t think so, Prince Raul. I actually think I’m being lenient, and I know you know that.” The professor answered, before his eyes finally landed on me.“Detention, Akwoods. If you flaunt it…”He chuckled drily now, before dealing the finishing blow. “I hope for your sake, that you don’t.”Flaunting it wasn’t even an option now, hearing that evil sound. I wouldn’t even dare it.But it seemed Raul wasn’t done pleading my case.Within the next minute, he spoke in that strange impenitent voice of his I didn’t get the chance to hear before.“She’s a new student, Professor Bulock. I think she deserves a stretch of mercy. She’s not yet aware of how things are done here yet. Surely, you understand that.” Professor Bu
My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited the Professor's reaction to my silly outburst. The class was still very quiet, very quiet for my liking. It made me almost berate myself for being so stupid, for being so sensitive. I could deduct from the silence that the old, worn out looking professor was a menace to his students. Yet I refused to cower under his heated gaze, not even with the amount of eyes zeroed on every inch of me.When the professor started walking toward me, when his feet sounded so sure and tacky on the floor as they moved in my direction, I clenched my fists tightly then splayed them on my laps. Then I clutched them again; this time around, they were clutching my trousers with them. I felt a shin of sweat on my eyebrows, despite the good ventilation in the class, and knew that my nerves were breaking out.“You know, I was at the party…”I cocked my head to the side, pretending to be aloof, to be a little interested in whatever he was saying—a good cover to the