Atticus Snow:"So you let her go. But do you think that will be enough to stop her from pursuing him?" Enzo asked me as we both sat down on the grass and watched the sunset. I hadn't been able to look myself in the mirror but what I did was something very important for me. I couldn't see my sister crying every day. Despite me warning Cynthia to stop seeing my brother-in-law, she wouldn't comply.I didn't have an answer to his question, but I knew that I was hurting deep down inside. However, Cynthia's betrayal had left me with no choice.I did what I had to do to prevent her from going after that man. I wished I could solely blame that man, but Cynthia was also at fault."I don't know, and I don't want to dwell on it anymore. I'm pretty sure she won't return to school, and I suppose that will help me stop thinking about her," I said, avoiding Enzo's gaze."What do you think will happen to her now that she's back in her neighborhood with that mark on her wrist?" Enzo asked, studying my
Cynthia Dion: My body felt like it was floating, supported by his hands, and I could barely stand upright."Ho-me," I nearly whimpered, struggling to stay conscious but failing as I started dozing off."Cynthia? What happened to you?" His grip on me weakened, and his voice turned more concerned.He gently placed me down instead of pulling me up, and I didn't even flinch."Cynthia!" He softly slapped my cheek to rouse me."What did he do to you?" The slight concern in his voice brought tears to my eyes. They had pushed me to the point where every little thing mattered deeply to me. His fingertips then brushed against the mark on my neck as he turned my face to the other side. "You're having a reaction to the mark," he grumbled, and soon, the concern in his voice faded away."Huh!" he scoffed when he realized it was merely a reaction to the mark Mr. Holt had inflicted on me against my will. As I heard his footsteps leaving the room, receding into the distance, a warm tear rolled down m
Cynthia Dion: "Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill," he muttered. "Why is my mark getting infected?" I asked persistently when he continued to ignore my question. "What do you mean by it being infected?" he scoffed, feigning ignorance about my concern. "I had a fever today and I blacked out because of it," I recounted the day's events and simultaneously quizzed him. "Once your wolf awakens, you'll be fine. It's because you lack a wolf," he confirmed my suspicions, but I remained uncertain about trusting him. "You knew this would happen if you marked me without my wolf? Why the heck did you mark me then?" I rose from the bed, my voice laced with frustration as I confronted him. He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I didn't know," but his eyes betrayed the truth hidden behind his words. "How can you not be aware of these things when you're in charge of an academy and a professional trainer?" I pressed, my anger and frustration mounting as he continued to blatantly
Cynthia Dion:After Atticus remained silent and Maleeka shot Zeon an angry look, Mr. Holt shifted his approach."What if he changes schools? It might be easier for him to adapt," Mr. Holt proposed. He reclined back in his chair, gesturing repeatedly at Atticus, who sat upright, his face lowered, and his breath quickening."He's the Alpha King. He can't leave his pack," Maleeka countered, observing Mr. Holt scrunch his nose.The argument was becoming excessive and absurd at this point. Even Atticus appeared worn out by it all."It's fine! Nobody needs to change schools. You two can stop now," Atticus put an end to the argument with a grunt, his eyes shifting to me, implying that this whole conflict was because of me."Ah! The food is here," Mr. Holt cheered like an excited child as he glanced at the dishes."Cynthia! Fill your plate now. You've probably never seen this much food before," Mr. Holt's remark drew Maleeka's attention. If she thought we were a happy couple, she would now wi
Cynthia Dion:I glared at the person standing before me, a mix of defiance and fear in my eyes."What do you think you're doing? Why are you in my room at this time of night, Atticus?" I pushed my anxiety aside and demanded an explanation. He was acting so domineering and overbearing, ignoring the fact that he had coerced me into ruining my life."Why? Were you expecting your husband, your second mate, to come tonight?" He smirked, slamming his hand against the wall, blocking my way."It's none of your business what I do. He is my husband, and you mean nothing to me anymore. So, get out of here," I asserted. When I told him to leave me alone, I made sure to maintain eye contact, but the tension in his jaw indicated that I had only infuriated him further."Really? You're going to give me advice on what to do in my own mansion?" He leaned in close, glaring at my face and clenching his teeth. "Perhaps you're forgetting that this is my mansion, not your husband's. You settled for less," h
Cynthia Dion:I heard Mr. Holt open the door and quickly survey the room before leaving again. That's when I realized he had a spare key to my room.After that, I tried to go to sleep, but I was feeling extremely uneasy that night after learning the source of Atticus's long-standing animosity toward me. He believed I had targeted Mr. Holt because of his wealth and his potential to help my father and me. He might have thought I was a gold digger, which is why he started disliking me. Then he kidnapped me, thinking that Mr. Holt would never marry me due to the damage to my reputation. But despite his diabolical nature, Mr. Holt had still married me.It troubled me that Mr. Holt was doing my family many favors while simultaneously mocking me because of our circumstances.The thought of having to face everyone at school made me incredibly grumpy as I woke up that morning. It felt like I was preparing for a battle that day.I didn't have a phone, so I had no idea if Mara had tried to reach
Cynthia Dion: Rosalie stood in front of me, her eyes brimming with anger. I raised my face and put my hand on my cheek, feeling a sharp pain that numbed my jaw."What did you do, Rosalie? What on earth?" Enzo stepped forward and put his arm around her to pull her away from me. She struggled to free herself from his grip, while he kept trying to restrain her from reaching me.Atticus remained passive, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. I was taken aback that he was also present, silently observing his partner in crime attacking me.Her wolf was already flickering in her eyes as she glared at me. "I despise people like her who try to steal mates!" she yelled, ensuring everyone could hear. It seemed like she might transform any second.Changing on school grounds would get her banned from the school.I wished I could stand up and confront her, but I hadn't shifted yet, so that wasn't possible for me."Look at her, she's so audacious, returning to school," Ros
Cynthia Dion: "Cynthia Dion! Come on, get up!" Mr. Lowell clapped his hands from a distance, giving me encouragement when no one else did. It was difficult to stand back up with all the angry and powerful werewolves glaring at me.Rosalie struck me once more, but this time I didn't fall to the ground because another wolf attacked me from behind. Instead, she bit into my back, causing a bloodcurdling scream to escape my lips. Despite the brutal beating, I managed to hold onto the ball.Even though I could feel warm liquid dripping down my shirt, I continued to protect the ball. Exhausted from the anger and abuse of others, I began to flee from them, clutching the ball tightly in my hand.When Rosalie caught up to me and stood in my path, I held the ball firmly against my body. Her sharp teeth and growling made it clear that she was ready to do whatever it took to wrestle the ball from my hands.I sidestepped her as soon as she leaped at me and then delivered a kick to her stomach. It