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"Who's the guy in midnight blue?"I look over to the table Cara is inquiring about and I shrug my shoulders after."His name is Reeve. He's here with my regular."I pick up some mugs as I speak and I smile at the sight of a ten-dollar note. The customers here always know how to tip and in such sweet ways too. Just leaving it there for me to find like some gift when I'm cleaning up. I tuck the bill into my pocket and go back to the task I was carrying out. I wipe the table and its leftover contents onto the tray the dirty mugs are on and turn back to find Cara staring at me. I can already tell what she's thinking."Something's made you sad hasn't it?"I don't even think I can lie if I wanted to. It's plain as day on my face and I feel so frustrated right now because why??? Why the hell do I have to feel sad or rueful at something that has totally nothing to do with me???I let out a sigh and give a small smile to my best friend. She'll get worried if I don't tell her, and I will, jus
"Talk about what, Drake? About how you've been lying to me and playing me for a fool or about how you've been sleeping with Jane every Thursday instead of going to your classes and making me look like an even bigger fool by giving you so much money and putting so much faith in you?"The rage bubbles in my chest and irritation makes my skin itch. I've been so foolish. So damn foolish.The ache at the back of my neck and the clammy feeling on my face makes me remember things. Endless shifts and two hours of sleep on the weekdays. Juggling classes and eating once a day just so I can save money for him. Sacrificing the things I wanted just to make sure he was able to afford his "study materials."Fuck. I wanted this to be a stepping stone for him. Some more knowledge at his disposal and something he can rely on to stand out from the crowd. He seemed so serious and made me believe he took this as seriously as I took it for him.But where are we now?"You're so disgusting Janette."My mi
"Where's the girl now?"Axel taps a moving figure on the map and I nod, watching the black dot blink in and out of existence for a while before I look away."And Xavier?"Axel taps another spot and the deep silver dot signifying my son's location also begins blinking. His dot is also in motion and I watch as he approaches a pulsing point of gold. Me, and this house.I nod in satisfaction at the smooth functioning of the trackers placed on Janette and Xavier respectively. They're yet to meet but it's okay for now. I don't see a need to rush their meeting so much.A werewolf finding their mate has to be planned with precision when it's not a natural occurrence. Xavier will suspect if their meeting is anything less than perfect, and I'll also be annoyed if I can't pull off something as tasking as this. My scriptwriters are working on lines, all of them werewolves who have found their mates and experienced the mate bond revealing itself in its own unique way. I can't rope in too many peo
"Yes, Mr. Bravlov?""I said call me Ayden. Are we going to have to go through this every time we speak?"I gulp down the nervousness I feel and try to wish away all the weary exhaustion in my bones. The man on the phone is someone I cannot afford to lose and for the sake of my sanity and my future, I don't think I want to lose him."I'm sorry for that, I'll get used to it."He grunts and his voice comes out thick and contemplative."Call me Mr. Ayden then, at least for now. I expect you to grow out of it by next week though."I sigh in relief and nod my head as I give a response."Thank you, Mr. Ayden. I'll get the hang of this soon."I hear him grunt over the phone and soon we are plunged into silence. There's nothing I can think of to say and I can imagine that he has something he wants to say. That's why he called, isn't it? "Did you find a place to camp out tonight then?"I nod and hum at the same time, although taken aback by the fact that he cares about that. My eyes dart arou
"Sleep well?"I stop just short of going out the door and turn to see Greg crossing the living room. His shirt, just a bit too short and revealing a strip of skin. I look away before I become redder than a tomato.I shall not give in to temptation."Are you okay Janette?"I jump from the spot I'm standing in and my heart almost bursts out of my chest. I turn back to see Greg standing right behind me and for the next few moments, I can't think of anything sensible. I finally manage to stutter some words out. "How? B...but you?" Greg flicks me on the forehead and I frown. "Hey? How the hell did you move so fast? ""That's for me to know and for you to keep on wondering about. Sleep well?"I nod and try to calm the rapid beating of my heart. I really should be more grateful to him but he's already said he'll throw me out if I tell him thank you again. It would be stressful for both of us if he threw me out so I'll just act like this, like we're roommates and I do not feel like I am in
"Fancy meeting you here."I nod at that and smile back at Reeve. He's seated on a couch opposite me, or rather on the same couch, just opposite me. The couch extends in a full half circle and I am maintaining the necessary distance by sitting this far.Reeve doesn't seem so inclined though. He moves closer until he's right beside me and staring at me intently.I feel so self-conscious right now that I could pass out. He offers me a smile and I smile back, calming down a bit.I met him here, so what? He looked rich when I saw him yesterday, and if he is then there should be no issue with him being an acquaintance of the Bravlov family. All rich people seem to know each other anyway so it's not a problem.Actually, it is a problem because I'm poor as shit. It would have been better if we didn't meet here like this. He's not asked me what I'm here for, and my overactive imagination is cooking up a number of nasty things."Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"The heat radiating off his body
She's in the house.I can feel her.The world appears to me in its blank state again and I navigate my way around the room through smell. Anyone observing from outside would see a tall silver blond haired male walking around as casually as if he could actually see. Only I know that all the movements I make in this room have come at a price. That price is blood, and that is how I navigate.The sharp tang of my blood wafts out to meet me from all directions and I take some time to search for my chair. It's by the table I sit at, usually with a book in my hand, the audio playing in the background, and my attempt at faking being able to read, making me feel bitter even as my hands flip the pages and the words come to life in my mind. With my hand on the mahogany chair, I can navigate better. I know the smell to my right is from the time I broke the mirror on my leg. It hurt, bad, but my blood is forever soaked into the floorboards now and I know that's where the new mirror is.Why do I
The envelope is clutched firmly in my hands by the time I get to Greg's place.He's not home when I step in but there's a key under the foot mat. I place it in the keyhole and head straight to the dining table.Greg's apartment gives me the feeling of a condo. It's built just like one, everywhere looking like it was designed to give off the feeling of opulent comfort. Comfort that could not have been bought with the earnings from a coffee shop. The chair I am seated on is covered with leather, and the floor is immaculately tiled. The couches are the color of clouds and there's a full glass wall that leads to a balcony.He certainly couldn't have bought all this just from the earnings at the cafe. He must have come from money, or have a lot of it at his disposal to afford a place like this. I open the covered serving plate and find myself face-to-face with porridge. It smells nice, with faint wisps of steam coming off it. I drop the letter by its side and deal with the hunger in my b
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"You guys are evil!"Greg rolls his eyes and I look at him because if there's anyone that's a devil here then he's the one. He's a bonafide demon.Leander is sitting on one of the couches, looking totally at home and that scares me a bit. I didn't leave for a week did i? I didn't even leave for a full day. It was just half a day, a night and seven hours after 7 am the next morning.So why the hell does it seem like Greg and Leander have suddenly become super close these past few hours?Can people become like that? Get close in a matter of hours?"Are you going to stay out there or are you going to come in?"I try not to make myself scowl at Greg but I scowl anyways and he smiles back at me when he sees that."You couldn't even help me with a few bags?""The bags aren't for me are they? Or did you get something for me?"I step into the living room and grunt as I do so. Even if I did get anything for him, I'm not freaking gonna give it to him.He's not going to get a single thing."
"Why didn't you get a massage? Julia said you were looking forward to one."I nod and try to get the five inch heels back on without a grunt."I did but they had only one masseur at hand.""And one isn't enough for you? They're all trained and I heard the one you saw was one of the best."I scoff lightly.'"Oh, he's one of the best alright."A chuckle escapes my lips and I let my anger boil up."One of the best jerks and sleazy motherfuckers I've ever been chanced to come across. He attends my school.""Atreau?"She even knows his name. I sigh and nod."Yes, him. He's the one I'm talking about."Safira slouches back in her seat like she's just been deflated and I notice it. A frown creeps on my face and I let myself assume.'"Do you know him personally?" She shakes her head."His dad is...... let's say a worker for Mr Bravlov's greatest rival. He's one of those people who is always at the forefront of any antagonism, but I hear Atreau isn't like that."I chuckle ruefully but I don't b
I can tell the spa is a high-end one just by walking into it.Two attendants flock to Safira, who they seem to be familiar with by the way, and who seems to find them delightful. I am ignored and I can see some of the ladies being attended to looking at me strangely.One of them chortles when I walk past and I feel my ears go hot and red.I need to get out of here.'"Janette, what are you doing just standing there?"Safira is loud and I can imagine half the people here now know I'm named Janette.I walk over to her as fast as I can but when I pass by a mirrored wall, I stop for the tiniest moment.The person who stares back at me in the mirror is almost one I do not recognize. It's still me, still Janette, with the acne-ridden face and the splotchy skin, too much forehead, and too few eyebrows. I'm still the one who stares back at myself, but right now, I don't know..... something has changed.The moment is finished as soon as it starts and I cross the rest of the distance to Safira
"No."Safira blinks and I can tell she's just as surprised as I am at the fact that I just said that.I just told her no.She cocks her head to the side and smiles. I can already see a plan forming in her eyes."What if I told you this was part of your training?""If it was, you would have told me that at the onset, not popped it on me now.""But what's so bad about going on the streets in clown outfits? It'll be fun."I'm not doubting the fact that it'll be fun, I know it will. I've always heard of Safira's antics. She records the most amazing videos of prank-like situations but her pranks are always unique.Like the one video where she got a group of actors like herself to dress in Victorian-era style clothes and act like they just popped into the twenty-first century from a party they had been at a second ago.One of them full on tried to disrobe an officer who wanted to arrest them for making a ruckus. It was so funny watching an officer of the law get flustered and confused.I a
"Hello, Greg?""Where have you been Janette?"Although I had half expected him to be almost nonchalant and relaxed it still sorta hurts when I hear it. He sounds like he's asking a casual question.The same way I would ask someone "How's the traffic today?" or "What do you say we have for lunch?"He sounds so unconcerned."Good to know you were worried about me."Greg chuckles sarcastically and I can imagine him rolling his eyes as he sips his lemon-flavored tea. "Cut the bullshit, Janette. Where have you been?"I sigh and flop back onto the billionaire's bed."Sleeping with a billionaire. I'm in his bed right now."Greg chuckles and I wonder what would happen if I told him I actually did something sexual with Ayden Bravlov. I scoff internally.He wouldn't care, that's what. I'm sure he wouldn't care if the sun itself had a crush on me and that sort of hurts, again, but I feel I can understand Greg. I wouldn't care about a lot of things too if the person I had something for was gett
The sun burning on my skin yanks me out of sleep and I groan as I turn over and away to seek out comfort on some other part of the bed.When I roll twice and find that there's still more space for me to keep going, I know something is wrong. Something is terribly out of place. I stretch and open my eyes to look around my room but that's the funny thing, the walls my eyes meet don't look anything like the walls to my room in Greg's home."Fuck."The memories from last night come crashing onto me like a tsunami and I bury my face in the sheets."Fuck."Fuck fuck fuck! How the hell did I end up here? This is Mr. Bravlov's home, I know that. But why am I in his bed and why the hell am I naked! I reach for the closest piece of fabric my hands can get and I yank it over my exposed ass. I don't need to think before I realize where my clothes are. I don't need to try looking to know this is the morning of the next day and I spent the night in a billionaire's bed!Not just any random billi
I tell her about my life.It's relieving having someone to talk to when you aren't sure of yourself, and right now I feel like that.I've shut down my end of the connection with Janette so what she does with my father is privy to only her and him right now, but I still tell Lycia that it affects me.I tell her it makes me feel anger, and shame, at the fact that she'll never see me the way I had hoped she would one day come to.I always hoped that one of these days, my father would kick me out of the pack and I would seek out Janette.I would tell her I like her and that I want her to be mine. Of course, that would be after we cross over, suffer a defeat in the battle for our kingdom and return to our lives in the human world, but I still expected it. That when we came back my father would banish me from the pack and hand over the mantle to someone else.I wanted Janette to warm up to me more..."But now she's banging your dad isn't she?"I turn on my bed, only feeling the blankets an
"When the moon comes out at full glow our power surges...."I listen to the words and feel them escape my mind the next moment. There's little I can do to bring them back and I know I should listen, these are the words of a being from the other world, the memories of her own personal teachings that brought about a rise in the innovative use of gifts by the goddess's gifted.I should listen to what she's saying...... but I can't.Janette and my father let out ripples of passion that make me feel sick.It sickens me that she's being so easily deceived by him, and it sickens me that she's being manipulated by that hypocrite, someone who would kill members of his pack for having carnal relations with another's mated or a human but who bites out of the same acts himself simply because he can and there's no one who can stop him.My room falls into subdued darkness and a gem-like object hovers in the space in front of me, just at the same level with my eyes and glowing with a faint blue colo