Xander POVMy mind raced back to that party, it had been my first party as a fresher. I had expected to have all shades of fun that night until it got cut short when I sensed its strong presence. Like a magnet, I felt drawn to it."Come on, man. You don't have to go to this party. I promise you it wouldn't be lit," my roommate said, he was also a fresher like me.I threw on a white tank top and donned my black jacket. I checked myself out in the mirror as I combed through my hair with my fingers.Ever since we both resumed as freshers, my roommate had always been afraid to sleep alone."Shut the eff up, or you let me get ready in peace."He groaned, "Come on. This place is still unfamiliar; I don't want to stay alone.""Then get ready," I told him for the umpteenth time, standing my ground.Eventually, we went to the party together."You know the host?" I asked, sizing up all the sexy girls in the room.I felt his hard gaze on me, "How am I supposed to know? You forced me here.""Rela
Xander's POV I stumbled down the street, feeling every bruise and cut on my body. I had fought Jamal, the guy who had been harassing my sister for months. I had tried to protect her, but I had failed. He had beaten me up, and worse, he had hurt her too. I felt a surge of anger and guilt, mixed with pain and fear. I needed a drink, something to numb the ache in my soul. I saw a bar nearby and decided to enter. Maybe I could forget, for a moment, what had happened. I walked into the dimly lit place, ignoring the stares of the other patrons. I made my way to the counter and ordered a whiskey. I downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn in my throat. I ordered another one, and another one, until I lost count. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see a girl smiling at me. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she wore a tight dress that showed off her curves. She looked like a model, or a hooker, or both. “Hey, handsome,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “What’s your name?” I didn
Xander's POV We spent the entire next day not even talking to each other despite my very best efforts. She just refused to acknowledge my presence, my greetings fell on deaf ears, the breakfast I made for her was left untouched on the table until I had to throw it all away. It made me very, very uncomfortable, but try as I did, I couldn't get her to talk. This was the angriest I had seen her in a while. Not since, well not since as far as I can remember. Resisting the urge to call Methis and reach out to her, I decided that a short nap was necessary while I waited for my sister to cool down so I could probably apologize and we could talk things out. The short nap turned into a 4 hour long slumber, the first really good one I had had in a while. It wasn't long before I woke up from the nap. Glancing at my phone to check the time, I groaned. Seven thirty pm, it was almost completely dark outside and I had only eaten once the entire day. I was starving already. That gave me an
Jamal's POV Autumn thinks for a moment. “Maybe you could write her a letter. Or send him an email. Or a text from a different number. Or a message on social media. Or a note in his locker. Or a gift. Or a song. Or a poem. Or a…” “Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, smiling at her and carefully raising her to sit on my lap before looking into her eyes. She was so innocent, even her smile made me think everything was going to be instantly better, and more importantly, she reminded me of Methis. The same warm glow emanated from the both of them. For that, I was glad she didn't resemble me that much. “There are many ways to communicate sweet heart, But your mother is a strong willed woman, the main question is, will she even read them? Will she even care?” She nods. “Of course he will. She loves you, Dad. She’s just afraid to admit it. I am sure she will realize it somehow, if you two get to talk.” I smiled the kid was sweet. “Thanks, Autumn. You’re the best. You always know what to say.”
Methis' POVI had no idea how my life had somehow become even more complicated than when I lived around literal werewolves with a mysterious prophecy over my head.But somehow, it had, and I was already sick and tired of it. I hadn't spoken to Xander since the fight, I had decided it was better if we stayed out of each other's path for a while, to allow things to cool down to manageable levels. But now, as I stood on the bus, making my way to my apartment, I started wondering if it was the best option, cutting him out at this moment.I got home and walked up the stairs keeping my face down, not wanting to engage in any kind of small talk or exchange of pleasantries at this moment, I was just exhausted."Miss Delis?!" A voice called out.Fuck, who the hell was it now. I ignored the person, walking as briskly as I could up to my door and wishing I had taken the elevator when I heard the person's footsteps jogging up to me."Miss Delis? Wait!" The voice was whiny and insistent. Exactly w
Methis' POV He kissed my forehead and said, “You’re welcome, my love. Now, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about Jamal.” I tensed up and felt a knot in my stomach. Jamal. The man who had turned my world upside down. The man who had made me feel things I had never felt before. The man who had left me without a word. “What about him?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “He came to see me yesterday,” he said. “He wanted to talk to me about you.” I felt a jolt of shock and curiosity. Jamal had come to see my father? Why? What did he want?" For the first time, my father looked unsure, like he wasn't sure how to break it to me, or if to. “C'mon Dad, what did he say?” I asked, holding my breath. "He said he was sorry for leaving you like that. He said he had some personal issues he had to deal with, and he didn’t want to drag you into them. He said he cared about you a lot, and he wanted to see you again. He asked me for he asked me for your permission to call you. He said
Methis Delis POVBoth Jamal and Xander looked like they could kill for me that day. But was that a good thing or a bad thing? I did not know how exactly to process it but I believed everything was going to iron itself out eventually.I picked up my phone and scrolled aimlessly for a while. I scrolled past me and Sophia's last texts to each other. I tapped her number but froze at the call button. Did she hate me? What would I think if someone who had previously fought my father called my phone? Jamal who she must have known as my boyfriend had messed up her bother badly and had beaten her for doing what all sisters would do if they found their brother in a fight – join in.All she could say was 'fuck off,' I concluded and hit the call button. The call went through but there is was no response on her end. She had not answered it, but she did not decline either. Maybe she was busy or had left her phone somewhere she could not hear the ringing. Unlike Sophia, I had to admit but any hypoth
Methis Delis POVAfter a hearty breakfast and some touching talks, I cleared the table and did the dishes immediately to avoid them piling up later in the evening. My father headed off to the home office while I went to the living room to pass some time and think on my current being. I had school to attend and the level of work waiting for me back at the stadium was bone-breaking. I had to resume soon. I only came back here to have some time off from all the stress and all the drama going on in my life. I had to constantly remind myself about that because soon enough I knew I would get too comfortable and forget all my other responsibilities until it was too late. I had a career to chase. The more I kept thinking about the career I had to chase, the more I reminded myself of Jamal who was here and wanted me to be his Luna. It was an impediment to my career. Or was my career just being an impediment to a regal future with Jamal? Being a queen was said to be every female's dream in the