Maya's POV I watched as Micah stood up abruptly and began to pace his room. He looked like he was trying to gather his thoughts and at the same time talk himself out of gathering his thoughts and telling me what was going on with him. He seemed to be distraught and I was confused. "This is kind of embarrassing but," he stopped and sighed again and then resumed his seat beside me. I could tell he was finding it difficult to spill how he was feeling and I couldn't help but see him differently. Micah was not one to mince his words. He was on the list of direct people I knew, so for him to find it hard to talk, it meant that whatever was bothering him was driving him crazy. I was glad that I had asked him. "I hate talking about it but you saw my parents leave in a hurry just now, didn't you?" He asked and I nodded. "Yeah, I did." I said, facing him completely. "We, that's how it is with them. For the longest time, all I remember about them is their backs turned to me. I know i
Maya's POV I watched in crippling embarrassment as Juliet angrily yelled at Micah. Not only was she upset she was red in the face with her eyes welling up in anger. I felt like an idiot just standing there doing nothing. Quickly I got my things and made for the door but Juliet was faster than me, she blocked my way and pulled my hair back before I could get to the door, asking me where the hell I thought I was going to."Juliet please," I said to her "just let me go, I don't want to be part of this," my voice was bordering on pleading.I knew this was all my fault but what could I do? Micah and I had been caught up in the moment and had almost kissed. I felt so ashamed. I knew I had said that I wasn’t going to stay away from Micah When Juliet had provoked me and threatened me to stay away from Micah or she would do something bad to me but I had not meant it at all.All I wanted was to be friends with Micah… at least that was what I was telling myself my wolf did not believe me.
Micah's POV I watched as Maya walked out ignoring my plea for her to wait. It was not what she was thinking and I had not said anything to Juliet. I hated the tears that rolled down from my eyes when Juliet had mentioned her mother. I was completely distraught by her words and when she’d looked at me with shock, I had lost it.How on earth had Juliet found out about Maya’s mother? And why would she say something so cruel?“Maya, Please wait!” I tried to call out to her again. But all I could see was her back as she ran away from me. I looked down at Juliet, who was still glaring at me with contempt in her eyes and felt the inexplicable urge to snap her in half.“ How dare you?” I sneered.“How dare me? You were the one cheating on me. What are you talking about, Micah?” she retorted.“You’re right. I think I have given you way too much leverage. I cannot keep doing this with you, Juliet. Try as you may, you are still a fucking bitch and I’m done with you. Get out of my house.”
Maya's POVI ran out of Micah’s house, tears streaming down my face. All I could think about was how betrayed I felt. How could he do this to me? I thought we were friends. Why would he tell Juliet about my mother? And they had sex last night too? I felt like such a fool. I thought we were bonding, I thought we were friends, I thought I meant something to him, but of course I was just an idiot.Daniel had been right about Micah. He was not good for me. I should have heeded to his warnings but I was too stubborn to listen. I thought I had found a friend, I thought there was more to him that met the eyes, turned out I had been fooling myself into thinking that. It had been nothing but wishful thinking.I wasn’t sure how I had found my way to Daniel’s place or even his arms but it was the only place giving me comfort.“It’s okay, it’s okay Maya” Daniel patted my head, cooing in hushed tones. He’d been listening to me for hours go on about how Micah had betrayed me and had not on
Maya's POVI sat in the cafeteria with a long face as I complained about what Micah had done to Lydia who seemed unfazed and frankly bored.She was barely paying any attention to me and just continued to eat her food like I wasn’t speaking. It kind of hurt me that she didn’t care about my situation, but at the end of the day, I couldn’t blame her, she told me to stay away from Micah from day one and I had not listened to her.“Lydia, are you listening to me? I asked In frustration.“No, I’m not listening to you. Maya. In fact, I am annoyed by this conversation. I cannot believe we are talking about Micah right now. You know how much I do not like him, you know that I hate his fucking guts yet you keep bringing him up.”“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up,” I said, feeling terrible. I wanted to be mad at her. But I couldn’t be mad at her. She was right. I kept bringing Micah up. I had no idea why he was such a constant topic in my life. No matter how much I tried, I just cou
Maya's POV There had been a few major moments in which I had felt my world crumbling and shattering all around me. This was one of those moments.I couldn’t believe what Juliet had said to me. Making such hurtful comments about my mother, even though she could tell that it was a sore subject. The worst part was how Micah had just watched. I knew he was the one who had told her. He was one of the few people who knew about my mother’s neglect.I had confided in him about such a sore subject and he had gone ahead to betray my trust.Oh my God.Not only was I hurt, but I was also mortified and slightly embarrassed that I had trusted him.So far, I had done a fine job of avoiding him. Still, it didn’t stop him from seeking me out, trying to apologize. When he couldn’t talk to me directly, he left text messages, expressing how sorry he was. I remained unsure of his true intentions. It was way too big of a risk to trust him after everything he had done to me.I was in the library browsing t
Maya's pov "4.8" I said as I wrote down the answer to my math homework in my book and then closed it. I stretched my limbs and pulled myself up from my desk chair. It was only 7pm but I was already exhausted and ready to go to bed. School had been stressful and tiring all at once. Today had been training day and I had been paired up with Jackson, one of the strongest boys in school and he'd won but not before throwing me around the room like a rag doll. As if that was not enough, I had come home and had spent a total of three hours trying to finish my homework: now that I was finally done, I wanted to sleep. My phone buzzed on my table on my way to the bathroom and I stopped in my tracks, my heart falling to my stomach. These days, I was filled with dread whenever my phone buzzed. The stranger that had been sending messages about my mother has been consistent for the past three days. I had been getting back to back messages from them. One he'd said that he knew about
Maya's Pov I sat with my hands in my lap in the study, waiting for Micah. This place always awed me. A study bigger than my room and then some. The walls were plastered in deep green plain wallpaper, giving them a muted, cozy feel. An enormous bookshelf covered one entire part of the wall from floor to ceiling. It was my favorite part of the room. It seemed to contain everything from fiction to textbooks to non fiction and biographies. A smooth oak table carved in a semicircle faced the bookshelf directly. I sat behind the table in one of the two comfy brown chairs. My bag sat at my feet and a beautifully reading lamp hung overhead, currently switched off because the light from the floor to ceiling windows was more than sufficient. Micah was running a little late today which was okay I guessed. He was always early afterall. The past few days had been quite a ride. I'd stayed with the documents and old photos till night fell and my eyes started getting blurry. I'd slept off spr
Omni POV Micah's eyes widened in shock as Aunt Gomez delivered the news: "Maya's gone." The bouquet of flowers he'd brought slipped from his grasp, and he stared in disbelief. "How long?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Aunt Gomez's sympathetic expression only added to Micah's distress. "Not very long, six hours ago," she replied, her voice soft and gentle. Micah's mind reeled as he struggled to process the information. "But she didn't tell me," he said, his voice laced with a mix of emotions - shock, sadness, and anger. Aunt Gomez's calming tone did little to soothe Micah's frazzled nerves. "I'm so sorry, Micah. It was really hard for her, but she had to leave. She wasn't safe here, and this place held too many painful memories. She couldn't handle the trauma anymore." Micah felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. His heart was shattering into a million pieces before his eyes. He saw himself begging Maya to stay, pleading with her
Maya's POV I stood outside the packhouse, trying to catch my breath. Every information I had gotten about the past had turned me into a mess to the point where I was hyperventilating. My dad had been right. I was not ready to know any of this. Not ready at all. Every information about Daniel or my mother had been a stab to the chest. It felt like I was watching a horror movie. I now understood why my father hated Micah so much. He was the spawn of the man that wanted the love of his life… I understood everything now. It was funny how the events of our parents shaped us. Why did my dad think it was even a good idea to bring me back here if he'd left this place behind? I knew exactly why. He was protecting me from Darius not realizing Darius was no longer the problem. I crouched down to the ground and let out a shaky breath. I wasn't sure how to feel anymore. We were all just born into a tragic life. I was doomed from the start. I felt Micah's presence before he spoke. “Are
Maya's POV I sat across from Micah and his dad. Now that I took a look at his father, he looked a bit like Daniel. Like he could pass off as his uncle.They had the same hair color and eye color. The only huge difference was that Micah's father was a little lighter in complexion than Daniel and he had shoulder length hair.I could see how people wouldn't realize their resemblance at first or multiple glances.Micah's eyes locked with mine and my cheeks burned.We had not spoken since I got here because my dad kept stepping in between us like Micah was going to slit my throat. Actually he hated Micah's gut but he'd refused to tell me exactly why he hated him. I still didn't quite understand it and he wasn't giving me any explanations whatsoever.It was just like my father to keep secrets even after the shit show.Whitney was still nowhere to be found but the guards and cops were at every border,looking for her.“Daniel's dairy seems to contain a lot of… information,” The Alpha began
Maya's povI placed Daniel's Diary back on the coffee table in the living room and made my way out of the room.If I thought I had been traumatized before, I was double traumatized now.What kind of father was Dariuss Fisher?Daniel's Dairy was a mess of traumatic events that he believed were his fault.He wasn't the true villain, his father was and it saddend me deeply that he believed he was the problem.There was a part he'd mentioned Micah and how he was going to get his revenge on him.The reason he wanted the pack was not because he actually wanted it for himself, it was for his father's love..I had not realized how far I had walked until I heard a car honking at me.I glanced to the side to find Micah walking towards me.My heart began to beat as he approached me.He looked different, traumatized too.“Hey, I was just coming over,” he said, looking unsure of himself…“Oh,” I said, staring at him awkwardly.He seemed just as unsure of what to do as I was.I had not spoken to
Maya's povWe were back home from the hospital two days later.I still felt lightheaded but I was better now. I could feel every part of my body and they were functioning properly now.The only part of me that felt pain was my broken heart and it was evident in my demeanor.****My aunt, Dad and I were seated at the dining table, eating in awkward silence.Both my dad and Aunt Gomez seemed to be in deep thought and the silence was almost deafening.“So, how are you feeling, Maya?” My aunt was the first to break the silence.“Uh, good. Just a bit light headed…”“Once you are done with your medications, it should be all gone.”“I hope so.” I said with a forced smile and then shoved a fork full of Pasta in my mouth.My aunt's phone buzzed on the table and she picked it up and read whatever text message she'd gotten.“What's wrong?” I asked“Uh, the police said…”“Shh.” My dad shut Aunt Gomez down immediately.I looked between both of them and they were both staring down at their plate
Daniel's pov Twelve years ago. “And the winner for this round is Darius Fisher!” The announcer announced. I clapped happily as Dad won his third game in a row. Maya clapped, too, clearly as excited as I was, even though she was supposed to be clapping for her father and not my dad. Her dad had lost twice somehow even though he was supposed to be the best. “Your daddy is really good, Danny,” she smiled wide at me and I wanted to put her smile in a jar so I could look at it whenever I wanted to. “Thank you, your daddy too.” I said to her, smiling wide. I was very happy that Dad was winning. Mom had said things would be good between us if he won and I couldn't wait. “Mom, can we get Dad something on our way home?” I looked up at my mom. She was frowning and I couldn't understand why. Dad was winning. I thought this would make her happy. Why wasn't she happy? “Mommy, are you okay?” I asked one more time. “Yes, darling, yes I am.* She finally looked at me. “Do y
Maya's pov “Hey! You shouldn't be here,” A gruff voice said at the doorway. I looked over to find a middle aged woman dressed in scrubs. “I'm sorry, I just wanted to see my friend,” I said. “I'm sorry but you are not allowed in here.” She repeated looking between us. “Please exit the room so the patient can rest,” She said this time very firmly. Micàh touched my shoulders and whispered in my ears. “I'm sorry, Maya but we have to go.” I nodded but was unable and unwilling to move. I felt like if I so much as turned around that Lydia would be gone and there would be no hope of ever seeing her again. I couldn't have that. I couldn't stand it. I'd never be able to forgive myself. “Maya?” Micah whispered again and this time pullef me yo and dragged me away gently from Lydia's bed. “We really need to go,” he said again and scooped me off the floor and carried me past the bitchy nurse and back to my room. I sat in silence for several moments, unsure of what
Maya's pov The blaring sound of sirens startled me but I I sighed in relief when I realized what it meant. The police and ambulances were finally here. My dad had called Aunt Gomez earlier telling her he'd found me in the underground house and I had heard her say that she was coming with an ambulance and the police. Micah was still not back and I was scared. I tried to mind-link him but he wasn't answering. The last time I had seen him, he'd been beating the crap out of Daniel “Maya!” Aunt Gomez screamed from a distance and ran towards me, her eyes filled with tears. She hugged me in my father's arms. “I'm so sorry, kiddo.” She cried, hugging me tightly. “Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything?” I said to her, glad to see her after days in that dark dungeon of a place. “Are you okay?” She asked. “No, but I'm just glad I'm out of there,” I said, a shiver running down my spine. “What happened?” She asked, her voice panicked as she searched my eyes. “Let
Maya's POV I woke up to find myself back in the makeshift alter for the wedding. I felt even more lightheaded than I had been before. My eyes were barely staying open. I managed to take in my sorrounding and found Juliet unconscious in a corner in a pool of her own blood Tricia was also on the floor unconscious but no blood. The priest was tied to a chair, also unconscious. Daniel was on his knees on the floor with his hand up and Finally Whitney had her special gun pointed at him. She was smiling like a maniac. The coldness in her ueys chilled my bones and all I wanted to do was get to a sage place and she wasn't even staring directly at me. She'd repeatedly called me her sister but I don't understand why. I didn't know who the hell she was. What the hell did she fucking mean? My breathing was shallow as hell and my body hurt m whatever she'd shot me with was ten time s worse thank what Daniel had injected me with earlier. I could barely engage with my sen