Cynthia Dion: "Enzo, hand over your phone," this marked the first time Hila employed her serious expression with him. He appeared flustered, realizing he was cornered, which only bolstered the credibility of Mara's words. Enzo seemed increasingly agitated and unwilling.The door swung open, and two male teachers entered to address the situation. These two were the senior instructors of the Wolf Fighter Club.There was no way Enzo would be foolish enough to argue with them. One of the teachers stepped forward, took the phone from his hands, and began inspecting it. At this point, the issue would be handed over to the council to decide whether Enzo was suitable to remain an alpha or if he should be sent to detention.My heart raced inside my chest. I felt the fear of what they might discover, and how Atticus would react to me after I had inadvertently gotten him involved in this mess. It wasn't just Enzo who would face consequences; Atticus would have to bear them too."This! She is re
Cynthia Dion: I walked out of the school, with Mara following me in silence. She hadn't uttered a word since the hallway incident, so I was hopeful she would finally respond once we were alone."Okay, start explaining!" I demanded, dropping my bag on the ground without caring that it might need cleaning when I got home."I don't know what to say when you're giving me that judgmental look," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest."Mara, it's not that simple. This isn't just some funny, silly mistake, and now you're acting all cute about it. First of all, why my mate? Why were you flirting with him?" I asked, mustering the courage to bring up the painful topic of my mate and her involvement. Each time I talked about my mate and her, it hurt."Seriously, that's the story he came up with? No wonder you look so angry with me," she smiled and shook her head, seemingly acting as though she felt sorry for me for believing Enzo's lies."I saw the text conversation between you two, Mara!
Cynthia Dion: "What are you doing?" I screamed when he pushed me into the car once more, and this time he succeeded, rolling inside with me.He took off his belt and, while forcing my back against the seat, tied my hands behind my back after turning me around."HELP!" I yelled as soon as the realization hit me. I couldn't overpower him. He still managed to secure my hands and then made me sit down, fastening the seatbelt on me before he sat in the driver's seat in silence."My father will notice I haven't returned home," I began to threaten him, even though my father probably wouldn't notice my absence since I was supposed to go to the academy next."Shut up!" Enzo shouted, adjusting the rearview mirror to keep an eye on me as I sat in the backseat, panic taking hold of me. He remained still for a solid minute before inserting the keys into the ignition.As he started driving, fear began to engulf me. I had no idea what he had in mind or what kind of video he was thinking of making t
Cynthia Dion: "Come on! Give it your best!" Mr. Orion yelled, trying to motivate me to emerge from beneath a pile of bricks. I had been trapped under that heap for a solid fifteen minutes now, and my frustration was growing. Given that I hadn't felt any different despite attending all these sessions, it was fair to say that I might be just wasting my time.Today's session was meant to trigger our wolf instincts, pushing us through stress and pain to awaken our inner wolves for our own protection. But since I still couldn't feel my wolf inside me despite my hard efforts, it seemed she couldn't care less about me."I think it's not wo----rking for me," I struggled to form a complete sentence, while Mr. Orion appeared annoyed with my constant complaints."We provoke the wolves inside of you to come out and reveal themselves in what is known as a triggering exercise," Mr. Orion explained. When he didn't seem to listen to my concerns, Mr. Holt stepped into the hallway and reiterated the s
Cynthia Dion: "What hap---," he began to say, but then he closed his eyes and froze, as if someone had switched off his power. My heart skipped a beat at his eerie reaction. Maybe he was confused because he saw me just in my bra?It must be so concerning to him.I felt terrible for making things so awkward, but the blood from the scratch was concerning. I had my hand pressed against it, and it was stinging. I was still wearing my bra, but my chest was mostly exposed since I couldn't afford a new bra in my current size."Ow!" I groaned again, wondering what to do next. Should I just put the shirt over the wound or ask Mr. Holt to fetch help?After he calmed himself down and snapped out of the awkward moment, he opened his eyes, and I turned my face to the side. I knew I had to ask for his assistance. It wasn't like I was completely naked, but I felt a bit shy around him because he was much older, my father's friend, and, well, a very attractive man.I've never been drawn to older men,
Cynthia Dion: "W-- I don't understand. I already have mates, how... am I really a fey?" Panic surged through me, and it was entirely justified. He had mentioned something about me becoming a fey if I had too many mates."You're not my first mate. You're my second-chance mate," he clarified, appearing somewhat displeased by the situation.I felt extremely uncomfortable hearing this from him. After all, he was my father's friend and older than me. The idea of being mates with him was just inconceivable."Is that why you offered to help me? So that you could spend time with me and try to convince me that the only way I can have a wolf is by taking a second mate?" I found myself ranting in anger. I wasn't sure what had come over me, but I felt triggered. The fact that he had known about this connection between us and kept it from me, all in an attempt to manipulate me into the whole training scenario and persuade me to accept a second-chance mate, was mind-boggling."You're accusing me n
Cynthia Dion: I spotted him seated by the window, gazing out at the street. I couldn't even blink; I was too afraid of what might happen if I closed my eyes for even a moment. My breathing came in heavy gasps. It seemed like he didn't care about the situation, even though he was the one who had orchestrated it.Eventually, I gave in and remained quiet, realizing that struggling wouldn't free me from these restraints.While I was preoccupied with watching Atticus, I noticed that one of the guards had injected me with something. That's when I began to feel strangely disoriented."Atticus!" I whispered as I started to drift off.It wasn't wolfbane; it was some sort of sedative. When I woke up, my lips were no longer covered, and I found myself lying in a bed without any restraints.I quickly sat up in bed and began to examine the room. The only items in this stark white space were the bed and a large mirror. It didn't seem like a place where anyone was currently living; it appeared to h
Cynthia Dion: He looked angry when he held my hand and registered what I was going to do."Not this time, Cynthia!" he grunted under his clenched jaw, "you wanted to be a whore of the Rogues? I’m going to make you that right now," he mumbled with determination, making me worried about his plans."What---ouch!" I tried to speak, but his grasp against my wrist silenced me before I mustered the strength to speak again."Atticus! Set me free," I cried, but he didn’t budge. He let go of my arm and grabbed my shoulders, pressing them firmly before ripping my shirt off my shoulder.I was so shocked that I couldn’t gulp for a second."What are you doing?" I gasped anyway."Don’t you fucking touch me," I warned him, but he wasn’t afraid of an omega like me. His hand coming into contact with my skin gave me an icy shiver that ran down my spine."I will make sure everybody sees you for who you are," he grunted, "I gave you enough chances to stop, but you have crossed your boundary many times, a