ARI
“What a phony!”
“So delusional!”
“I don’t even feel sorry for her. Everyone knew Zade was choosing Olivia tonight.”
The students sneer and talk about me so openly, throwing me disgusted glances like I am the worst person in the whole world.
I do feel shitty but it has nothing to do with the way the students are all looking at me where I am still on the floor, tears running down my face, looking like a mess.
I try to stand up but trip on my dress and fall back down again and they snicker, before going back to the ballroom and closing the door behind them.
They can’t stand my sight.
I have always been alone and I never minded it, because I knew I had my mother. But in this moment I feel so alone in the world when I am left in the hallway. I knew that getting mated to Zade would not end well, but this was a catastrophe.
I am still feeling our shredded bond very fresh and I wonder if I will ever heal, or if the pain of being rejected tonight is going to add to the grave of pain that I carry in my heart.
***
I hate myself.
I curl in my bed, still dressed in this stupid gown crying my eyes out. What did I expect? That he would accept me as his mate and forget our past like we don’t have anything between us?
I start to feel him making love to Olivia and that makes me even cry harder. It's so painful and humiliating that I bury my face in the pillows. I hate that I feel this way because now he means so much to me and the still faint bond between us is making it unbearable for me to breathe.
I don’t know how long I am in bed or crying because a bang sounds at my door and I jump, wiping the tears down my eyes. My mascara is all smudged and I know I look like a bigger mess.
“Who is it?” I ask sniffling.
“Open the damn door!”
Zade! What is he doing here? Is what he has made me go through not enough for a night?
“What do you want?” I ask him as I get away from the door, scared.
“I will kick it down and make you stay without a door if you don’t open it in the next second,” he warns and I rush to open it.
He looks angry, looking at me as if he wants to strangle me.
“What did you do?”
His question throws me off. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t fucking talk like you are the victim here!” he shouts and I jump, getting away from him.
“I didn’t do anything! You rejected me and I have accepted it!” I cry out as I put more distance between us.
He is charging me slowly.
“My wolf has hidden, because of the damn mating, and the reason for that,” his tone is dangerously low as he advances me. “Is you. Fix it.”
“I- I don’t know how to! I only did what you asked of me,” I look towards my open bedroom door and back to Zade, who is following my every move.
“I am not asking, I am commanding you,” he is coming at me.
I run to the bedroom but I am not as fast because he tackles me on the bed and falls on top of me.
“Please don't hurt me,” I squeeze my heart shut and wait for whatever he is going to do to come next.
Then he jumps away from me as if I have stung him. “I can't believe it, he is back, but when I get away from you, he goes,” Zade muses and I can't help watching him.
Even if my life is in danger right now, I can't help noticing how beautiful he looks. Then he turns his gaze towards me and it's not kind.
“It seems like my wolf has not accepted the rejection.”
Yes!
“Don’t look so pleased, little trash. Because this might be even worse than the hell I was planning on giving you. You are never going to be my Luna, nor will you identify as my first choice. Simply because Zack favors you doesn’t mean I do.”
“I am sorry, I don’t mean-“
“Shut it. Olivia will always be my number one, and you are going to be around because Zack thinks it's good for him. You are going to regret every second of it. I am going to crush you every day and you are never going to leave me. Because if I am in distress because of you, I will kill your mother.”
“You wouldn’t!” I hiss
“Watch me,” he smirks and starts to walk away. “I didn’t mate Olivia. But remember, you are only a placeholder, she is my number one.”
Hearing this makes my heart bleed and I cry harder, falling on my knees.
He leaves me on the floor crying my heart out. Why does my life have to be this way?
***
Olivia is the perfect girl everyone wants to be. She is beautiful tall, elegant, and a legacy. She is all the things I am not, and I am forced to watch just how much they belong together.
They are seated at the legacy table in the cafeteria, talking and laughing; their world perfect and devoid of any darkness.
Not being able to stomach any more of the adoration and love Zade is showing her, I take the untouched tray of food and dump it in the trash getting out.
The desperate need for air leads me outside the building, towards the green fields.
“Hey, Ari, wait up!”
I turn around and there she is, Olivia running toward me her high ponytail swinging behind her. She is smiling at me as she catches up to me and I look behind her, expecting to see Zade with her.
“It’s just us two, I want to talk to you,” she chuckles and I nod.
She seems kind and okay with what went on yesterday night. Wow, I didn’t expect that, maybe things will be less harsh.
“Okay I am going to talk my piece and you will keep a smile on your face as you listen to me,” she tells me sweetly and starts to smile until I look at her eyes and see the malice directed at me.
“I don’t know where you came from, probably some dump because you smell like it. Anyway,” she flips her hair behind her shoulder. “zade and I have been together since we were born and nothing is going to change that, not even when a cockroach like you comes in our world and claims to be his mate.”
“I don’t-“
“You don’t speak unless I say so,” she grabs my hand and squeezes it so hard I feel my bones break. I pull away, wincing in pain but she makes me stand straight. “I told you to smile, and listen, you little shit.”
If anyone saw us, they would think we were friends catching up. “Why are you hurting me? I didn't exactly sign up to be his mate, I want nothing to do with him!”
“I don’t care, because now you are a stain I can't seem to get off. So here is how it will go. You will be there to appease his wolf, and I will be there for both of them. I am going to make sure you are gone,” she jeers still with the fake smile plastered on her face.
“I am going to make sure I am gone myself, it's not like I want to be mated to someone who rejected me!” I shout and pull away from her. But my strength is no match for her when her eyes shift, her wolf coming to the surface.
“zade is mine and will always be mine. You came in the wrong place and took the wrong guy. I am the princess of the future king alpha. And you are his play thing that will appease and be tossed out when your use is no longer needed.”
The truth hurts and she sees how much it affects me. I can't control my tears as they stream down my face.
When she slaps herself hard on the face I gasp looking at her in confusion. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you know just how little you mean to him,” she responds and then grabs her cheek, pushing herself on the ground hard.
When she starts to cry out, gasping and tears in her eyes, I can't help but stare in horror as she acts like the aggrieved girl who has just been assaulted.
“What did you do!” zade comes running and when he sees Olivia on the ground. He comes at me, pushing me so hard I fall, twisting my ankle.
“I didn’t touch her!” I try explaining but he doesn't believe me.
“You have gone too far. You shouldn’t have touched her, I don’t care if I need you but touching her? You will regret this!”
I can only stare in horror and disbelief at the reality of what my life now is.
ARIHave you ever felt so alone in the world that you knew that no one was coming to save you?No matter who is around you, they won’t help you even if you are on your last breath. When you can’t reach out to those who can help you because your back is against the wall?That is my life.The first days are supposed to be chill, and boring and the new student is supposed to be invisible.Not me.At least not this time.A hot cup of water is thrown on my face and I feel it burning my skin, scalding me that I am in so much pain but I don’t cry out.One thing I promised myself yesterday night after reality dawned on me is that I won’t cry. I have no more tears to cry, and giving them the satisfaction of seeing me crying and in pain is something I won’t do.Even though I want to cry out and run to stick my face in the freezer, I only clench my jaw as I try to open my eyes.The girl in front of me is smirking, looking at me …daring me to say anything. I am nothing here. A mere dirt, poor, ch
ZADEI settle my eyes on the girl who is giving me the cold shoulder like she has any right to ignore my presence.So, my mom died and then my father found another woman immediately after. There is nothing wrong with having to fuck another, but to marry the said woman, to mate her and claim her, months after my mom’s death? That’s downright cruel. To make it worse, he invited the whore and the daughter to my house. The home my mom has decorated and made it ours. The home she grew up in. Then she redecorated. The last time I went there, I couldn’t even recognize anything. All the memories, any trace of my mother is gone and what’s left of our family … is nothing. All gone.So yes, I hate them. They have taken my family away. I hate my father as well. How could he do this to my mom?I hate him and his new family. I hate them all.If I hate them and I want nothing to do with them, then they should stay in their space and I will stay in mine. The contact should be as minimal as possible.
ZADEI am far ahead of all classes, a requirement I have been drilled into since I could walk and attend school.That’s why I can afford to miss the normal classes and meet my grandfather.I have always been close to him, but ever since I fell out with my father, we have been closer than before. I meet him in the country clubhouse outside Oakland.“How is school?” the tall man whose strength I can feel even standing a few feet away asks me.Our generation has always sired alphas and leaders. We have always been the king alphas, and I will continue the bloodline by making sure my children and the children of my children all follow in their footsteps.“I have passed all the examinations. I am ahead of all classes by two lessons,” I respond as I hit the small ball with my stick feeling impressed.“That is the bare minimum. How is your combat level? Are you keeping up with the training? Political classes that you are taking outside your normal school work?”My smug smile fades as I nod. I
ARII don’t have any other class with the devil’s incarnate which is a relief. I don’t see him either and that should come as a relief, but simply because I can’t see him doesn’t mean what he can’t do his minions can’t too.I get tripped as I leave classes, I find garbage in my locker and I stand through all the classes.Not a single time does a teacher blink or even ask why I am standing instead of sitting. I tried sitting in the last class I had today but then a guy stood up and broke it.He then told me I could sit down.I am on my last thread. I feel like crying but I won’t. I am hungry, knowing that what happened during lunch will happen again at dinner time.I took a plate and went to serve myself at the huge cafeteria that could have been a five-star hotel. But then the servers all closed the buffets and ignored me.It didn’t matter whether I asked them to open or even ask them why they were denying me food. It was like talking to deaf people.But once I walked away, they were
ARIThe most infuriating this is that I don’t care for him. I could care less who he kisses or even fucks if he wants. But then this stupid bond that’s tying him to me is making it impossible for me to breathe when he touches her.She is his girlfriend and he was not even a person I could consider three days ago. Now, I want him to myself, I feel betrayed and hurt.I am heartbroken when he is touching another person and it’s not me.I should get comfortable with this feeling because that’s how it will be. He is not leaving her and I am apparently not going anywhere too.I am a third-wheeler in their relationship. I have to stay and be with him because of his stupid wolf, get hurt all while long as he has his fun and lives his life.That’s what my life has been currently reduced to.How pathetic is that?I lock the door once I am back in my dorm room.I survived day two but my heart hurts. My head is a mess as well. I feel like I am responsible for my mate cheating on me which is ridic
ZADEOlivia is mad.I wouldn’t blame her, I have been subtly avoiding her as I take care of this mess we are in.“Did I do something wrong?”I hate seeing her mad or making her uncomfortable.“I have been up and down dealing with this mess. You haven’t done anything wrong,” I pull her to me, kissing the top of her head.I used to feel good holding her. I used to love being in close contact with her, touching and even fooling around constantly. As werewolves, we are highly sexual and tactile so as much skinship as we can get, we welcome it.Now I am getting no joy holding her. A big part of me desires to keep her at a distance and not touch her because she doesn’t feel right.Because she isn't her.I think Olivia is starting to notice it too because she pulls away, giving me her back. She wipes a tear away, crossing her arms. I feel like a dick for doing this to her.“I thought that I could ignore it but you can't even hold me without thinking about her.”There is only one person who h
ARII have hardly slept the whole night.So when I hear the knob of my dorm room turn, I am wide awake, alert; but I am too slow because the door bangs open, and before I jump from the bed to the living room, I am tackled down on the floor before being hauled back on the bed.I am not weak, but I haven’t eaten for days too, so the assailants easily overpower me.Five girls to one.They are all wearing ski masks, but I know who it is even with the masks. Two people have promised me to make my stay here so much more interesting, and one of them is making it true to make their promise so early in the morning.She is carrying a bucket. I am struggling and trying to fight off the girls who have me pinned on the mattress, but I can't. So I am immobile as she tips the bucket, and ice-cold water that must have been from the freezer drowns me.The cold hit me, and I gasped, trying not to drown. I am soaked from head to toe, but I still struggle until the girls start hitting me.Punching and ki
ARII am a ghost, fleeting through lives and not even living. I get told to go this way, I do. When I am told to jump, I do.The only color and life that is in my life is the fact that I will be done with this life when I graduate. I thought it would be when I turned eighteen but no. That came with being told I had to mingle and be like the rest of the kids. Be like the legacies.The owner of the life I am living.Owners. That’s how I feel about them. Nothing in this life is mine. I don’t feel like I belong. I don’t wish to. I lost my home, I lost myself and right now I am only going through the motions.Sure, I act and show my mother that I am normal. I put on a fucking smile when I need to, and I laugh and tell a joke when it is needed. All for her not to look at me too closely. Not to question my character because then she might see me. The real me.Then she will see the real daughter she has.Dead. Hollow. An empty shell grasping at life even though I am failing to hold on.I find
ARII don’t think I have ever truly let myself think deeply about Zade, who is becoming, and his birthright. I am not one to attach my identity to the boy I am seeing or crushing on, and in this case, the boy I am mated to.But it's still heavy. I find it … sexy that he is already so mature, powerful too, and it's only going to get even better.Yes, I think I am crushing on Zade, and I can't control choking on my water once that fully hits me.“Are you okay?” he asks me as he rushes to my side, rubbing my back.“Yeah,” I wheeze out. “Guess I am a little surprised.”“Why?” he chuckles as he gets back to cooking.“The first thing someone sees when they see you is how spoiled you are.” That’s not true.The first thing I saw and felt when I first laid my eyes on him was just how magnetic and powerful he was. Yes, you could tell from miles away that he is wealthy, but it wasn’t the kind I got from the rest of the students.No, his was the quiet, generational wealth that just didn’t come fr
ARIIt’s weird.I woke up feeling this gut-wrenching painful reminder that I was still alive, that I am still feeling, and my mind is still as loud as before.I wasn’t ready to face myself, the world, or even reality, so I went back to sleep despite not knowing where I was. I could hear someone, a female, who would come and look after me once in a while. I should have been worried that a stranger was hovering over me.But I didn’t care. That’s how gone I was. I did manage to sleep more until I woke up again, and the tension in my temples was lessening.Someone was touching me like I was so fragile, and I could feel how gentle they were being. I knew it was Zade even before I could open my eyes.It felt better, the chatter, the exhaustion… it all lessened when he was around like this. It’s something I have come to notice, not ready to admit it yet, but it’s there.I could hear his thoughts. They were so unguarded, I wondered if he knew I could hear them, and it’s the first time I've be
ZADEShe is so beautiful.I exhale softly as I sit on the bed, watching her sleep. I can't resist reaching out with gentle fingers as I push back her hair off her face.Her hands are tucked under her chin, pressed to her chest, her body curled in as if she is feeling cold or protecting herself from something.But she isn't feeling cold; her body temperature is higher, too, which prompts me to stand up and walk over to the screen door. I slide it open, and the soft light curtains let the air in, billowing soundlessly.I had this bedroom built with a terrace garden, so it feels like someone is sleeping in a garden. I know she will love it when she wakes up.I sit on the floor, watching her as she exhales softly once cool air hits her skin.She had a massive panic attack, and I wasn’t there to help her. The first one she ever had was when she saw me kill that crush of hers –something I don’t regret, but I do regret triggering it- and she broke down in the bathroom.I knew she didn’t want
ZADEMercy.That word alone makes me hit her at the back of the neck as gently as I can, rendering her unconscious. I hold her limp body, my eyes on her now sleeping face, as I breathe hard.I am scared.I almost lost her a few minutes ago, and then watched her as she almost slipped out of her mind. I stand up as I carry her bridal style to my car, where I am parked. I don’t mind the eyes on me, murmuring bout the girl who almost got run over by walking to the busy highway.I secure Ari on the seat before I get in myself and drive away.I knew something was off, from the moment I saw her mother walking out of the hotel, minutes after I had dropped ari and then the coldness that overcame me like I had been pushed in an extremely icy frozen lake.I don’t think twice, taking her to my private home, somewhere no one knows, not even my father. She is still out cold, and I start to worry that I might have hurt her. Lying her gently on the bed, I clean her up, making sure she is comfortable
ARISomething is breaking inside me.I can’t feel my touch, even as I touch my chest. I have gone numb, nothing truly registering as I sit on the floor, remaining in a state of static as she has left me.What you are doing is not worth it.Not worth it.Nothing is worth it.What do I do now?A murderer. A misguided child. Doing things that I shouldn’t, wrecking her life.A broken wail escapes my lips as I hunch down, feeling like I am taking my first breath.This is not how it was supposed to go. How can this happen? I killed someone, but I don’t know why. I don’t know why I keep getting angry, like I am in a cage, and when I am let out, I lash out at the first person closest.I wish I could stop, remember myself, and stop getting so angry, to stop my actions before they are thrown back at me, like I am going crazy and need to be put down.Everything I am doing feels wrong. Everyone keeps telling me that I am doing the wrong thing the wrong way.I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’
ARIMy phone starts to vibrate incessantly, but I choose to ignore it.Everything is overwhelming. From this car ride, to the boy sitting next to me. I just want to be alone, maybe stare at the wall in silence for hours until I feel like I am coming back to myself.But it won't stop, now starting to ring nonstop. I sigh, picking it up and seeing that my mother has sent me a bunch of texts, starting calm, asking if she can talk to me until they all progress, calm evolving to anger.“Stop calling me,” I say as soon as I answer the tenth call.“Where are you?”“Why?”“I need to speak to you,” she sounds like she is out of breath.For a second, I thought the bad guys who had been chasing us had come back, and she was in danger.“Are you okay?” I sit up, alert. “Are you in danger?”“No, but we need to talk immediately. If not, I will go to your dorm and then we can talk there, but I am sure you don't want people to eavesdrop on this conversation.”My heart is hammering, and I can feel the
ZADEI don’t think twice, swerving the car by the side of the road and killing the engine. It happens all too fast, and Ari is heaving fast, palm pressed on her chest as she looks at me like I have lost my mind.Maybe I have, but I can't have this conversation while driving.“Why did you stop? Let’s get going, I need to get my car back and go on about my day.”“I am sorry.” It comes out in a whisper, where I bow my head, forehead pressed on the wheel.“Call it even, I left you for dead anyway,” she says, sitting back.“I am sorry,” I repeat, this time a little louder. When she doesn’t say anything, I turn my head to her. She is looking anywhere but at me.She knows what I mean, it’s the very thing that has been hanging above us, the thing that has been suffocating us both. The unspoken thing.“I don’t know what you are apologizing for.” She can't even look at me.“I am sorry for rejecting you, Ari.”The silence that stretches between us is deafening.Until she breaks it with a word th
ZADE“I think we should be honest with each other.”“I have been honest with you from the get-go.”“No, no, you haven’t been,” I exhale, as I clench my fingers around the wheel. “We haven’t both been honest. At least one of you is going to hate me, let it be when you and I have no miscommunication or misunderstandings between us.”Ari only shakes her head, arms crossing. “I don’t know what you are getting at.”“I will go first.” I want us to have at least a less explosive relationship. Bickering every time and throwing each other glares and snide comments whenever we are together is starting to get old for me.Because I am starting to wonder if she will ever look at me with anything but hate, disdain when we are outside the bed. If she ever smiles at me genuinely, and if we ever are in silence, even hold hands without wanting to kill each other.I am starting to wonder how it would feel for Ari silvers to smile at me. How her eyes crinkle, of they do when she is smiling, what her laug
ARI“You thought I would forgive you after you reported me to my father that I am not a good mate?”I almost choke on the cake, and I have to glare at him. “I don’t care what you think, but I didn’t go to your father to complain about our lack of a good relationship.”He sits back as he crosses his arms and those damn muscled arms that I remember touching … holding onto …I clear my throat, shrugging. “Are you mad at me for your father approaching you, or are you just being petty?”“I am not going to forget about you paying for the damages if that’s what you are hoping for, Silvers.” He leans forward as he stands up, our faces so close that his breath fans on my face. “But I can be petty too, and you know it.”“How can I forget one of your redeeming qualities?” I ask, raising my eyebrows and closing the distance between us, and I don’t miss the way his nose flares in surprise.“If you are not by the parking lot after your last class, I will hunt you down, and it won't be pretty. You w