“Rhea.” I call, trying to steady my breath. “You have no business with that picture, so give it back to me. “Please.” My voice breaks in two halves as I add that last word. “Please just give back to me.” My heart is constricting in my chest like there’s a hand around it, squeezing all the blood from
ASHANTI’S POV.I try to stay strong as I scrub the floor. I try to keep myself from crying, but whenever the broken image of the framed photo flashes in my mind, it makes my heart hurt until I can’t take it anymore. I let my tears fall and sob like a baby.That was the only beautiful thing I had lef
ASHANTI’S POV.Flabbergasted is the right adjective to use to describe my current state. I'm glued to my spot, my mouth is hanging open in shock as I gape at Delta Kyle who’s smiling down at me like he has lost his mind.I came out of the building and met him here, waiting for me.He wants to walk w
ASHANTI’S POV.“Strawberry!” Nelly screams under my hold and I instantly release her arm and jump up to my feet, panting.I won again.“Stop!” Alpha Reagan signals. I heave out a heavy sigh of relief. Nelly and I have been fighting for the goddess knows how long and I’ve won seven out of ten rounds.
ASHANTI’S POV.“The Delta suggested a duel between you and Alpha Reagan during training?” Tessa asks in a harsh whisper as we both pick up our plates and cutleries from the pantry and put on our trays before joining the line of girls going to get their meals. It’s dinner time.“You needed to see th
ASHANTI’S POV.Tessa and I both lost our appetites after that incident. We could very well get food again, but we decided to leave the cafeteria after cleaning up the mess. She went straight to bed while I came out for a walk. I still have about two hours before our ten pm curfew and I want to spend
ASHANTI’S POV.“What was that about yesterday?” I have been muttering that question since I woke up this morning. I have searched my mind for answers, but I’ve still not gotten any clue.Since the day Delta Kyle set his eyes on me, he has been nothing but nice and sweet and friendly to me. He helps
ASHANTI’S POV.“All done!” The make-up artist in charge of me announces cheerfully. I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, unable to recognise myself. The make-up is too much, too wild, too bright. I hate it! But the other girls seem to adore it because of how they are gushing at their reflecti