Ryan'POVThis time again Sally is not happy, she is quite smart. She sees through all the bullshit people say to her and sees right through me.I sighed.I didn't mean to hurt her that way. Yes, I need her to heal because some circumstances have happened. But I don't take advantage of her. At least, that's not what I thought I was doing.What the hell am I supposed to do now? I get the feeling that Sally is not one to forgive or forget anything people have done to her. She will remember it until the day she dies.I stopped in my tracks as my chest constricted in pain, taking a deep breath as I pushed the pain aside.I knew the risk of coming here and her finding out, but I'd rather take those chances than bleed to death.------------------------Sally's POVA month, yes, because I've been avoiding Ryan for at least a month because of what happened when he came to my house, supposedly for help, but instead, he used me.English class was about to start, but another student barged in, an
Sally's POV"Allen, leave us. Anything you hear in here must never be said outside, understood?" His mother almost warned him.Allen just nodded, leaving the house with a heavy sigh."Come here, I know you came looking for some answers." She led me to the kitchen area.I squinted at her. "How do you know? I can come and have tea with you."The woman laughed. "You're funny, but I could read you as soon as you got here. Plus, you're not the type to waste the evening on tea and cookies."My face fell, I was ready to leave, but the next word convinced me to stay a while."I can read you, yes, but not completely. Usually, it's very easy, it doesn't matter who, even Alpha Ryan himself, I can read them like an open book. But you, you dear, are the hardest. All I get is your aura, it's dark, brooding, curious, angry, and above all cold." She pulled me to sit next to the window.One of the things I hate in life is when people try to read me, but I'll ignore this because she's Allen's mother."
Sally's POVWhen I finished talking to Allen's mother, I was ready to go home, but I didn't. This bastard here grabbed me as soon as he saw me leaving the house and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took us God knows where."Put me down, you evil thing." I fumed.He ignored me."Don't make me mad at you," I warn.He stopped walking. I smirked triumphantly at the back of his head. Slowly, he placed me on the ground, where I felt the soft grass under my feet."Now that shouldn't be difficult, right? If you'd just tell me where we're going, I'd be happy to oblige."He scoffed and continued on his way. I follow. As he led me to the pack's house and into his living room, I hesitated, but what could happen in this confined space?I froze the moment I heard the door click. Why did he have to close? I turned around to protest, but instead, he cupped my face before kissing me on the lips.What the hell?Serious! What is this?I will castrate this bastard."I'll kiss you ag
Sally's POVHe sighed. "For us, this is like the pH indicator in chemistry, to test whether a liquid is acidic or alkaline. Instead, the blue thing you call is to test the blood to see if it is poisonous or pure." He stopped for a moment. "What happened just now shows that your blood was poisoned. It seems that you have digested quite a few potions made by a witch."My eyes narrowed quizzically, I couldn't decipher whether he was just messing with me again or if he was just stupid that way.“That sounds like absolute nonsense,” I said.He groaned in frustration. "No, it's not." He sighed. "If you believed I was a werewolf when we first met, what makes this different?""Listen, just because werewolves like you exist among us, that doesn't mean a bunch of witches exist too."He sighed tiredly. “You're right, I can't prove you anything.” He looked defeated as he sat in the chair behind his desk. "You can go now."I frowned. "You're crazy," I say. Slammed the door as I walked out.-------
Sally's POV"One of the maids," I say.Her once warm eyes blinked into harsh ones. "What is her name?""Uhm..." I never bothered to know who worked under my grandparents, although I only remember the people who worked here longer than anyone else. He kept offering to make me tea. "Janet."The aforementioned person, Janet, seems to act like my other grandmother, but she has this strange vibe around her. It may be too late to think about it now, but she is always in my business, she takes care of me more than my grandmother."Where is she now?" Grandma quickly asked.I opened my mouth, not knowing anything. "In the kitchen?" I'm not sure where she is.In a flash, the woman was up and rushing toward the kitchen with her husband and my grandmother Donne. I was still in the tea room with Grandpa Donne.Two men entered the room a moment later, ran straight behind the old man, and sat on their folded legs. The room was quiet, but Grandpa was whispering something to mysterious men that I had
Sally's POVAfter a few days of having my grandparents around, it felt like a breath of fresh air, now return home. I would have almost followed if the old man hadn't thrown his sharp eyes at me. For a while, I thought my Donne grandparents had called them, but no. My mother's grandparents came voluntarily. Grandma said. "Call it a grandmother's instinct."The moment my grandmother realized what was happening inside me, the lady made a special drink just for me called "Cleanse", I asked her why and she replied. "The purpose of this drink is to reboot your system. Reboot, they say. It cleans out your toxic blood, replacing it with fresh new blood. We are rejuvenating you."Initially, the drink tasted very bitter. Her words, not mine. So she made it not bitter and it tasted like unsweetened tea. But despite how it tasted, the pain I experienced after drinking her "Cleanse" tea felt as if someone had kicked me in the head, stabbed my body with a knife, broken my leg bones into pieces, an
Sally's POV"Where's the tea?" I rummaged through the things in the kitchen as soon as I got home."What tea, Sally?" One of the maids spoke up.Throwing all the boxes, I was indignant: "Where is it?""What tea are you looking for?" Another person asked."What Janet usually does," I say.I didn't care how they looked at me because the next thing I knew, I was in my grandmother's arms, who looked worried."What's the matter, Sally?" She pushed my loose hair out of my face.I continued walking through the kitchen like a madman. "I need Janet's teas. I need them now. Please.""Aren't you two her roommates? Tell me, where did she keep the rest of the tea?" They backed away when I approached them."What happened?" My grandfather walked in next, stared at the commotion in the kitchen then looked at me, demanding answers.My breathing is unstable. "I'm looking for Janet's tea.""For what?" He asks.I stopped before I let go of all these overwhelming emotions and just burst into tears. "This
Sally's POVI walked out and went to a cafe not far from my house to sit, eat cake, drink coffee, and try to escape some things by reading the novel I had borrowed not long ago. Not thinking about him and his other lips.Ever since I stopped drinking Janet's homemade chamomile tea, and my grandparents continued giving me "Cleanse" tea, I've been more deranged than usual, and it's made me very anxious. I couldn't concentrate, couldn't think properly, my emotions were all over the place, and most of all I kept feeling confused. About what, I'm not sure. But I'm still learning, step by step.Personally, I think, Janet's tea is a good thing to give me because it helps me forget things I don't want to remember. And apparently, it also suppressed my true feelings about everything and everyone around me. It keeps me in check.All of my housework and training have been eliminated for a week straight because I'm pretty sure my grandparents can see how I've been acting lately. Like I'm not myse