Lily’s pov ;
As soon as I ended the call with my mother, I turned to find Ryder standing nearby, a vicious grin spreading across his face. He had clearly overheard my conversation. "Good job, Lily," he smirked, grabbing my arm tightly, and causing an immense pain to rush through my hand. "You really are our good little girl, keeping up appearances like that. I think you deserve a reward." I tensed and tried to pull my arm free. "I don't want anything from you," I snapped with my suppressed anger. Ryder's grin only widened, his blue eyes glowing with amusement. "Oh, come on, don’t be like that. We're just trying to show our appreciation." Before I could respond, he suddenly yanked me closer to him. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he gave me a vicious look. "How about a kiss? Just a little token of our gratitude." My heart raced with anger and fear. "No," I said firmly, yanking my arm away. "I don't want anything to do with any of you.” "Feisty," he commented with a smirk. "I like that." Hunter, the oldest, appeared behind him with his brooding intense gaze, raising an eyebrow. "What's going on here?" "Lily did us a solid," Ryder explained to him, not taking his eyes off me. "And I'm thinking of how to show our appreciation." Hunter with the most mischievous smile chuckled. "Maybe she prefers something other than a kiss. Any suggestions, Lily?" I blinked at him in surprise, this was the first time I saw him so playful. Before I could retort, the teacher approached us, and I remembered my cleaning duty punishment for skipping class. I braced myself for another scolding. “What are you doing here? Your duty is on the second floor,” he reminded me arrogantly. Before I could leave, Ryder flushed his charming smile to the teacher. "We'd like to take her punishment on her behalf. If we want to manage the pack someday, we need to learn to treat newcomers kindly." He let out smoothly like the manipulator that he is. The teacher seemed surprised but nodded, visibly impressed. "Very well. If you're sure." I stared at Ryder in disbelief. He just has to twist the situation to his advantage, making himself and his brother look like the good guys. As the teacher walked away, he turned back to me with a smug smile. "Looks like you owe us one, Lily.” I hate the way he takes my name. Asshole. He leaned in closer to me, his breath warm against my ear. "We’re always happy to help our favourite stepsister," he whispered with sarcasm. Anger and frustration boiled inside me, but I bit my tongue. I couldn’t afford more trouble, especially not on my first day. “It's getting late. Let's go,” Hunter sighed with a bored face, and walked away. I thought Ryder would do the same. But instead of letting my arm go, he began to drag me with them. “What are you doing? Let me go.” He ignored my pleas and we reached their big ass car. Reluctantly, I got into the car with them. The moment the car doors were closed, I began to feel uneasy. "Nice save back there," he said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. "Lying to your mom like that. You're becoming one of us already." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "I did what I had to," I replied tersely, hoping to end the conversation. I shouldn't have lied that I was getting along with these assholes. "Oh, don't be so modest," Ryder chimed in, turning in his seat to face me. His face suddenly got closer and I pushed my head back in surprise. "It was quite impressive. Maybe we'll make a liar out of you yet. You’re learning fast. You'll even start to like us." I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm. "Don't count on it," I muttered angrily under my breath but it seemed someone heard it. Hunter, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke. "You should be grateful. We saved you from cleaning duty. A little appreciation wouldn't hurt." I quickly shut my mouth as I looked at him and found him glaring at me. For some reason, I could not talk back to him like Ryder. He oozes more authority among the brothers. Ryder laughed. “Go easy on our little girl, big bro,” he commented as he began to drive. The rest of the drive was filled with their snide comments and laughter, each word making my skin crawl. I couldn't wait to get out of the car and away from them. Finally, we arrived home, and I practically jumped out of the car. “Hey, where is our thank you?” Ryder yelled behind me but I only quickened my pace. **** At the dinner table, Alpha Lucus, my mother’s partner and the father of the twins, turned to me with interest. "So, Lily, how was your first day at the Academy?" Seeing my mother's expectant eyes across the table, I forced a smile. "It was great," I lied. "Especially with two step brothers,” It was supposed to be sarcasm but my mother’s warm smile widened. Alpha Lucus’s eyes gleamed with pride as he looked at his sons. "I’m glad to hear that.” Ryder gave me a subtle smirk winked, and Hunter remained silent. However, Alpha Lucus's expression shifted to one of concern. "I do worry about whether my boys will find their mates this year.” Mom placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Lucus. They will. There's plenty of time." Suddenly, Alpha Lucus seemed to remember something. "Lily, your 18th birthday is coming up in a week, isn’t it?" he asked, his eyes turning to me. "We’re all looking forward to you meeting your mate on that day." The mention of my birthday caught me off guard. Meeting my mate was the last thing on my mind, given my past and my current situation. "Yes," I replied cautiously, managing a small smile. "It is coming up." "Are you looking forward to it?" I was surprised when Hunter was the one who asked it. "Of course," I lied smoothly, and hoped my voice didn’t betray my fear. "I'm curious to see who my mate would be.” Mom smiled, and I could see the relief in her eyes. She wanted me to fit in here, to find happiness and stability. “Of course, my baby will find the most loving mate.” I suddenly heard a light snicker, and through the corner of my eyes, I saw Ryder laughing to himself. I feel embarrassed sitting there. “Excuse..me,” I excused myself and retreated to my room to get some peace. Looking at the time, it's already time to go to Sam’s party. I don't want to go but I also don't want to disappoint her. And I need an escape from this place, even for a short moment. So, I opened my closet to decide on a dress. I quickly got dressed. The sudden knock on the door made me jump. I walked over and opened it, and to my surprise, Hunter's face came into my view. "Hey, Lily," he said seriously. "Mind if I come in?"Hunter’s pov ; I returned to our room, closing the door behind me with a quiet sigh. Ryder was already rummaging through his closet, pulling out clothes for the party tonight. Sam’s parents have invited us since they are friends with dad. Before getting ready myself, I turned to my twin. “Ryder?” He glared at me even though I'm the oldest. He's a vibrant adventurer who loves outdoor sports and exploration, he's the captain of the ice hockey team at the academy. He likes challenging things which are in our Alpha blood. He may appear sincere and enthusiastic towards people, but in reality, he is very indifferent. He has many female companions, but none of them are his girlfriends. But I can't blame him. He's influenced by my father’s bad choices. Now, he believes that mates and intimate relationships are just an illusion, just like how dad easily abandoned our mother. Ryder no longer expects a partner relationship because we both are above 20 and still haven't found a mate. He
But instead of listening to me, he gripped my hair and pulled my face to the other side, making me wince and let out a painful gasp. Yet, he was far from halting his torment and buried his face in my neck, and inhaled deeply like the crazed dog that he was at the moment. “Why do you smell so good?” He demanded with a furious voice. “S-Stop…” I shuddered as he licked a sensitive spot under my ear, and to my horror, my stomach tightened with a shocking rush of pleasure. "Ryder, stop!" I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I thought he was retaliating against me for interrupting his moment with Vanessa, but now I don't know anymore. "I didn't mean to—" I began to explain that I was just passing by, but he cut me off with a growl, his eyes burning into mine with an almost devouring gaze. It was as if he already knew everything and still chose to punish me. His hands began to roam down my body and his touch was nothing but rough. My body trembles uncontrol
Lily's pov :I gasped when I fell into the water. I wasn't ready, and I inhaled a lungful of water.My eyes burned, and I struggled to get my head above water, coughing and choking.The next thing I knew, someone was pulling me out of the pool and into the air.I coughed hard, struggling to breathe.I felt the person holding me, and when I managed to clear the water from my eyes, I realized it was Hunter.He had an anxious look on his face, his dark brown eyes boring into mine."Are you okay?" he asked.I couldn't answer and was still coughing. I could barely stand on my own, my knees trembling from the shock."I shook my head, my chest tightening as I gasped for air.I didn't know what happened next, everything was a blur. All I remember is Hunter carrying me in his arms and taking me somewhere.He held me tightly against him, and I could feel his warm body through the cold wetness of my clothes.I didn't know how long it was till I could breathe normally again, but when I did, I was
Lily's POVThe next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. Last night’s events replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Ryder’s threats, his kiss, the way he held my hair and sneered at me—it all made my stomach churn. I pushed myself out of bed, my body sore and exhausted. I glanced in the mirror. My eyes were red, proof that I had cried despite my vow not to. A knock on the door startled me. I froze, my heart racing. Was it Ryder again? “Lily? Are you awake?” It was Hunter. I let out a breath of relief but didn’t answer. I didn’t want to deal with him, not after last night. The door opened slightly, and he peeked inside. “I made breakfast. Thought you might want some.” I stared at him, confused. Why was he being so nice to me? Was this another game? “No, thanks,” I muttered, turning away. He sighed but didn’t leave. “Did Ryder come to your room last night?” My body stiffened. I kept my face neutral and shook my head. “No.” Hunter didn’t look conv
Lily’s POVI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryder—his smirk, his threats, the way he had kissed me like he owned me. By the time the sun rose, I felt drained, but I forced myself out of bed. I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not now. Not ever. When I walked downstairs, the house was eerily quiet. Too quiet. My mother and Alpha Damien had already left for some pack business, leaving me alone with the twins. Great. I grabbed a piece of toast from the kitchen and tried to eat, but my stomach was in knots. Then, just as I feared, Ryder strolled in, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. “Morning, little lamb,” he said smoothly, reaching for the coffee pot. I ignored him. He chuckled. “Silent treatment, huh? Cute.” I tightened my grip on my toast, trying to control my temper. “What do you want, Ryder?” He sipped his coffee, watching me with amusement. “Who said I wanted anything?” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave. But i
Lily’s POV The next day at the academy, Sam found me by my locker, looking hesitant. “Lily…” she started, biting her lip. I turned to her, raising a brow. “What?” She sighed. “I just—I wanted to say I’m sorry. About my birthday party. About Vanessa. I should have stopped her.” I stiffened at the mention of her name. The memory of being shoved into the pool, struggling for air, Ryder’s smirk lingering in the background—it all came rushing back. I forced a small smile. “It’s not your fault, Sam.” She looked guilty. “I should have done something.” I shrugged. “It’s over now.” But we both knew it wasn’t. Because Vanessa wasn’t done with me. Later That Day – Academy Cafeteria I sat alone at my usual table, picking at my food and trying to ignore the stares. People always stared. Whether it was because I was the Alpha’s stepdaughter or because of Ryder’s cruel games, I didn’t know. Or maybe I did. Just as I was about to leave, the sound of heels clicking against
**Lily’s POV** The rest of the day dragged on, but my mind was nowhere near my classes. My thoughts kept circling back to Ryder and what had happened in the cafeteria. Why had he defended me? Since when did he stand up to Vanessa?The questions gnawed at me, relentless and unyielding. Ryder had never been the protective type. If anything, he thrived on seeing me suffer. He’d always been Vanessa’s enabler, her partner in cruelty. So why had he stepped in today? Why had he stopped her? And most importantly—why did Vanessa look scared of him?That was the part that stuck with me the most. Vanessa, the queen of this twisted high school hierarchy, had looked... terrified. Her usual smug confidence had shattered in an instant, replaced by something raw and primal. Fear. Real fear. I tapped my pen against my notebook, staring blankly at my notes. None of it made sense. Ryder had always been a storm, unpredictable and destructive, but this? This was different. This felt calculated, de
Lily’s POVI could still feel Ryder’s presence long after he had left me in the hallway—like a stain that wouldn’t wash away, a shadow that clung no matter how much light I tried to find. I hated him. I hated him with everything in me. The way his voice dripped with arrogance, the way his smirk made my blood boil, the way he seemed to enjoy making me feel small. But worst of all? He was right. No one was going to save me. Hunter tried, but I knew—even he wouldn’t be able to stand against Ryder for long. Ryder wasn’t just a bully. He was a storm, tearing through everything in his path, and I was caught in the eye of it. I slammed my locker shut, ignoring the lingering gazes of the students who had witnessed what happened earlier. Some of them pitied me. Others found amusement in it. But none of them would do anything about it. Because Ryder Kingston owned this school. And me? I was just another toy for him to break. I forced myself to walk toward the cafeteria, ke
Lily’s POVThe rest of the school day unfolded in a surreal, almost dreamlike state of forced normalcy. It was a carefully orchestrated performance, a collective act of denial played out against the backdrop of ringing bells and echoing hallways.No fights erupted, no sharp, sarcastic jabs were thrown my way, no cruel comments were uttered within earshot. The usual undercurrent of tension that often simmered beneath the surface of my interactions with Ryder and his entourage was strangely absent.But the silence that filled the void was far more deafening, more oppressive than any verbal assault. It was a thick, suffocating blanket that stifled the very air I breathed, a constant, aching reminder of the unspoken truth that hung heavy between us.Ryder didn’t speak to me again after that first, chillingly possessive “mate” jab in the morning. He moved through the crowded classrooms and bustling hallways as if I were invisible, a mere figment of his imagination. His booming laughter ech
Lily’s POVThe morning sun, usually a welcome sight, felt like an unwelcome intruder, its harsh, unforgiving rays streaming through the classroom windows as if determined to expose every raw nerve I had desperately tried to bury beneath a fragile veneer of normalcy the night before. It illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air, each one a tiny, mocking reminder of the chaos that now reigned within me.School felt different today. Colder, somehow. Quieter, despite the usual morning bustle of students. Or maybe that was just my perception, the world around me muted and distorted as I walked through the familiar hallways like a ghost, a spectral presence pretending that everything was normal when the very foundations of my existence had irrevocably shifted.They were my mates.Ryder.Hunter.The words echoed in the hollow chambers of my mind, a relentless, insidious mantra that felt more like a curse than a blessing. Each syllable carried the weight of my past pain, the chilling unce
Lily’s POVThe walk back into the grand hall felt like traversing a tightrope suspended over a chasm of unspoken truths. Sam’s steady presence beside me was the only anchor in the swirling vortex of my emotions.My heartbeat hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that echoed the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. My skin felt strangely disconnected, alternating between icy chills and sudden, unwelcome flashes of heat. The invisible thread that tethered me to them – Ryder and Hunter – seemed to tighten with each step I took toward the throng of smiling strangers and the looming table laden with brightly wrapped gifts.I forced a smile onto my face, a brittle, carefully constructed mask that felt alien and unnatural, as if it had been crudely glued there. My mom’s eyes, scanning the room, finally locked onto mine, and her entire face illuminated with a radiant joy that pierced my carefully constructed defenses. “There you are! We were starting to worry, sweetheart. Everyone’s waiting
Lily’s POVI stood there, by the edge of the shimmering turquoise water, the cold night air clinging to me like a damp, unwelcome shroud. The distant sounds of the party – the muffled laughter, the faint strains of music – seemed to mock the turmoil raging within me.The golden flickers of light spilling from the mansion’s windows danced across the surface of the pool, a distorted reflection of the joy I couldn’t share. My dress, a flowing expanse of soft blue silk that had felt so promising just hours ago, now felt heavy and constricting against my skin, a tangible representation of the weight that had settled in my soul.The door behind me creaked open again, the sound slicing through the stillness of the night. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The soft, rhythmic click of heels against the cool tile was unmistakable. Slowly, reluctantly, I turned to see my mother—Olivia—walking toward me, her silhouette framed by the warm glow emanating from the doorway. Concern was etched
Lily’s POV“Mates… mates… they’re our mates,” my wolf kept whispering, a mournful lament that echoed within the confines of my skull. It was a sound I had never heard from her before – a raw, wounded cry that tugged at my heartstrings despite my fierce resistance.“No,” I choked out, my voice a mere breath against the stillness of the night. My hands gripped the edge of the pool, my nails digging into the rough cement, as if I could anchor myself to reality, to the life I knew before this impossible revelation. “No, it can’t be. It can’t be.Of all the people in the world, the moon goddess, the supposed architect of our destinies, had to choose them? The sheer injustice of it was a bitter pill that threatened to choke me.Ryder—the devil incarnate, the golden boy whose casual cruelty had haunted my high school years. The one who tormented me with his cutting words, who humiliated me with his dismissive glances, who had even, on that horrific night, slapped me across the face, a brutal
Hunter’s POVThe celebratory air in the grand ballroom evaporated the instant that single, earth-shattering word echoed in the deepest recesses of my being. It wasn't spoken aloud, not by human tongue, but by the ancient, primal part of me – my wolf.Mate.The pronouncement hit with the force of a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs and sending a jolt of raw, untamed energy coursing through my veins. My wolf, usually a steady, watchful presence, surged forward with a ferocity I hadn't anticipated, a guttural snarl of pure instinct ripping through my consciousness.Mine. Ours. The claim was possessive, absolute, echoing the undeniable truth that resonated within the very core of my soul.No. The denial was a reflexive whisper in the face of such overwhelming certainty. No way. Not her. Lily? The quiet, almost invisible girl who navigated the halls of our lives like a ghost? The one Ryder… the one we had both, in our own ways, overlooked?And yet, despite the shock, despite
Ryder’s POVThe saccharine sweetness of the cake, the forced gaiety of the celebration, the drone of polite conversation – it all dissolved into a deafening silence the moment the word slammed into my consciousness.MateThe impact was physical, like a rogue wave crashing over me, stealing my breath and leaving me reeling. The murmuring of the assembled guests, the cloying melody of the background music, all faded into a distorted, static-filled hum. For a disorienting second, I genuinely believed the universe had finally decided to unleash its most twisted form of humor upon me.Her?Lily?A glacial wave of disbelief washed through my veins, chilling me to the very core. My blood ran cold, my muscles seizing in protest.No. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. This was some kind of cosmic error, a glitch in the matrix of fate. Lily? The quiet, unassuming shadow who had haunted the edges of our periphery for years? The one we… the one I…That soul-deep resonance, the prima
Lily’s POVThe cake was a blinding spectacle, a testament to manufactured joy. Its tiers, frosted in pristine white and adorned with impossibly perfect red roses, seemed to mock the turmoil churning within me. The golden light spilling from the ornate chandelier above turned the sugary confection into a shimmering beacon, drawing the gazes of the assembled guests.Polite applause rippled through the room as I reluctantly approached the table, the weight of the ceremonial knife feeling disproportionately heavy in my trembling hand. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of exhaustion and a profound sense of displacement. It felt like an eternity since I had last recognized the reflection staring back at me in the mirror.Mom stood beside me, her smile radiant, a stark contrast to the hollowness I felt. Her hand rested lightly on my back, a gesture of maternal pride that felt like a physical weight. “Make a wish, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.I
Lily’s POVThe week passed in a blur.Before I could even breathe, the house transformed. Balloons, floral garlands, glittering lights, and golden drapes were brought in by a team of decorators my stepfather had hired. The living room was overtaken with soft pastels and elegant chandeliers. Tables were being arranged in the garden, and every day new boxes arrived—dresses, gifts, accessories.I watched it all unfold from the sidelines, a ghost in my own home.“I want everything to be perfect for Lily’s 18th,” my mother chirped from the foyer, flipping through color swatches with a designer. “She deserves this.”She looked so genuinely happy that I couldn’t bring myself to tell her how every balloon tied up with ribbon felt like a noose around my neck.I stood by the stairs, arms crossed, when Sam arrived.“Holy crap,” she breathed, taking in the sight. “This looks like a wedding.”“I didn’t want a party,” I muttered under my breath.“Then why are you letting them go all out like this?”