Thalia's POV: "WTU is where every queen has learnt how to rule. It is the the root of our kingdom and a place sacred to us all. That said, consider yourself honoured to stand here today." The voice is as hard as steel and I can't help but think about which alpha is scarier, my city's or this one. But those thoughts don't stop me from scowling. Honoured? Funny. "I am convinced you know the reason why you have your presence here today." Those pale irises scan the room. "The King needs a Queen. Someone to rule by his side. Someone to help lift the burden with him. According to uh..certain complications, the queen has to be from your kind." Complications? Our kind? Can I smack him and get away with it? "I am the Alpha of this city you stand in, Wech and go by the name Zander. For the next whole month, I will provide you all with certain problems and competitions to complete so that we can get to choose the most perfect one of you. To get your schedules, go up to the werewolves sta
Unknown POV A laugh escaped my chest as I read the words written in the application. Finally a good time pass. Apollo stood beside my desk, his eyes holding a mischievous glint. "Imagine him reading this." He grinned. My lips curved upwards at his words. Question 54: What is your type? Answer : A broody man who ignores me all the time, curses and is a big grump. Is scared of me 24/7 and thinks foot fetish is awesome. Has 2 scars on his face and lives in a jungle, a reincarnation of Tarzan. "I think I might've found my spirit animal." I grinned. Apollo rolled his eyes, but the humor in his eyes betrayed him. "Does he know?" I question the man sitting infront of me, who had nervousness oozing from him. "His Majesty's parents only. He has strictly said to check none of the application." Zain cleared his throat. "Hmm." I muse. Ofcourse he would deny anything related to the Luna Queen trials. "Apollo, I want a copy of this application right away without him knowing. Infact
"What the hell???" Alara and I mutter at the exact moment the Beta leaves the hall. Today, we have several werewolves, none of them a protector, here. The reason being the purpose of voting. "Who in their sick mind has thought of this. Are we a prize?" Hera speaks, so angry she doesnt even touch her food. "Somehow." Alara replies with an eye roll. I try to control the urge to say that the wolves trying to suppress humans is because of our own faults, but then shrug it off. It wasnt us. The votings were basically these wolves assessing us throughout the day, including outside the classes. Then they'd all fill the poll and on the first day of the second week, girls with the least votes would be opted out. "This just means i have to be mean with every wolf out there." I speak aloud thoughtfully. "Except that you have to be discreet. You were literally awarded thirteen points last time." Alara adds. I give her a look. "Its not my fault she was so smart." "And youre so stupid."
No one's POV:A sudden aura shifts the present atmosphere.My sense heighten as goosebumps erupt on my skin.A hand snatches my arms away from a unconscious Susan and tugs me upward with such a force, i almost land on my face.But nothing goes past the shocks that spread from the firm grip towards my spine.I look at the source and my face flashes in surprise and equal horror.Raw. Primal. Masculine.The power radiating of him is so potent that i fight the urge to gag.My gaze locks with shiny black leather loafers. I trail them upwards, coming into contact with a crisp black three piece suit- definitely Brioni- not failing to notice how the outfit looks custom made to fit that huge expanse of a chest and bulging arms, but it's the face i see that makes me gasp.Jet black hair, the same colour as his whole outfit, sit messily on his head. The sharpness of his jawline, the proud look and those slits for eyes.I stand there with my hand in his grasp as his heavy gaze assesses me."Take
Thalia's POV:Our college is a red brick building, large enough to have 15+ classrooms, excluding the staff rooms and offices. The cafeteria is the best place, and the food is great, something that Hera never fails to mention each day.Life here is weird. Either you have no drama for weeks or chaos unfolds very quick. The two most famous cases we had were of the students bullying someone, who later turned out to be a werewolf's adopted kid.It feels surreal to me still, but I don't think the pale faces our college staff had the very next day were a lie.The kid was never seen again but atleast that shit put a stop to the unethical behavior the students had.The second one, which happened last month actually, was when someone decided they were the incarnation of Regina George. The whole college was covered in pictures and gossips.The same person had called me a bitch who deserved to be left in the werewolf territories during the full moon.The time when the wolves take full control a
Thalia's POV:"Now I know why the teachers were so pale after that whole bullying case. These beasts looked like they could eat me up any second and are actually pretty scary." Alara announces as soon as we get in the car.The headmaster gave all those in the auditorium a leave for today to wear off what happened."I controlled my bladder so bad, I'm pretty sure I would've peed myself if we stood there a minute longer." She continues."They literally reached the damn ceiling and had that shit deep voice. I mean I know they're supposed to have power but this shit is just crazy."She stops to take a breath.Ranting is a way for Alara to take out her stress, so Hera and I never bother to stop her.I glance at my other best friend, who's sitting infront with me. She's busy staring outside, not paying heed to anything Alara is voicing."And they dare use that tone on us. That is what it is right? I tried to tell Zahra what happened when she asked, but I couldn't open my damn mouth."Zahra
Thalia's POV:My mind feels like it blasted into pieces as soon as I hear her.I'm pretty sure I misheard it. I should've cleaned my ears this morning.Morning.Eating pancakes seems like a long time ago."Excuse me?" I wanna say that it's a pathetic joke but I doubt the werewolf will like it."Oh let's save the good stuff for the end." She squeals, then picks up a pen and the form."When would you like to start?""I would appreciate a few minutes with my daughter first." My mother interrupts the giddiness Blake voices out."ofcourse."Taking my hand,she leads me to other side of the room."I'm so sorry." She confesses and it breaks my heart a little."I don't understand mom." I feel so stupid at this point.Like how everyone knows something except for me."I'm so sorry baby, Alpha tone." That is all what she says before she leaves my hands and goes to Aunty Ro.Nathan walks up to me and gives me a side hug, saying that I'll do good and that we have to chat after the whole process bu
Third Person's POV:He was a beast, a man who demanded respect wherever he went.It felt right, just natural to bow down to him and his authority.No one could challenge him, it was obvious with a single look.He was easily 6'7 and built in muscles. Wearing a white tshirt, that showed off the wide expanse of his chest, it was clear he had been working out for an appropriate time,for it was stuck to his body due to all that sweat, showcasing his six packs. His hand gripped the sword mightily, with the veins on his hands prodding. He was swift. Almost a blur, even to the werewolves.As if carrying that huge athletic body of his was no problem.If you ever managed to get close to him, which was a rare occurrence for many, you could see why the rumours called him "Desired" or the Cupid as the word is known, in Latin.His jawline was an unswerving cut, and his nose stuck up and straight, never failing to give him the proud and arrogant look. Defined cheekbones that made his presence even