ZEKE.Honestly, whoever invited Preston to come join our meeting made a mistake, he’s so annoying and he won’t ever keep his mouth, for instance, like right now.Preston places a hand on his chest in a dramatic expression. “Wait, wait, wait. You mean like she threatened you, and if you don’t do what she said, she’s going to hurt your mother?”“Yes. Dude, so just please shut up.” I say angrily, before turning back to Gus who seemed to be rubbing his palms anxiously, we are in Logan’s office, seated round the table. The news sent waves to my system. I can't believe that Cleo is not that goody-goody princess we all expect her to be.And, we- maybe I know that she’s not here just to marry me, because she likes me, she wants something, something much more. But, what is it?Logan pins Preston down with a cold glare, the bandage is still wrapped around his shoulder and once in a while he cringes in pain, his healing is taking much longer than I expected, we always heal faster, but why is his
ZEKE.“You are crazy.” I say, before taking a step backward. My eyes blaze with fire, my hand twisting into a hard fist. The thought of rejecting Astrid makes me grow crazy.I stare at the red-haired woman with angry eyes. “Leave this instant!”“Sorry, Alpha, but I am not going anywhere.” She says in a sing-song voice that irritates me, her face turns dangerous. “You never even marked her. Did you?”I am taken aback by her cold words, how the fuck did she know that?She laughs, and I can feel the disdain in her voice. She jiggles her body over to me, before placing a hand on my bulging bicep. “I know everything. Zeke.” The way she pronounces my name is in a hiss.How much did this woman know? About my pack? About everything?“I will give you time to think about it, because if you don’t reject her, then your pretty blonde unmarked vixen will get hurt, badly hurt, and trust me. There’s nothing you can do. Do you understand me?” Her words are cold, each sentence slicing through my skin.
ASTRID.Earlier,“Diva? Are you sure this is a good idea?” I stare at the long length mirror, my hands strapping at the edge of my short red gown. In the mirror, my eyes burn with so much intensity.Goddess, I can’t believe I am about to do this.Diva appears from the bathroom in her room, a toothbrush on her mouth. She’s wearing her night sweat pants, considering we are in her bedroom. “Yes, girl. Toughen up that chin of yours, and have the best night of your life.”I bite my lips, is this really a good idea? Did I make a mistake by letting Diva talk me into this?Diva has dressed me up in the clothes we brought in the clothing store, apparently, Diva thinks I should just storm into Zeke’s room and have the best night of my life.I pull around the edges, the red thong underneath making me feel sexy, I bite my lips harder. Can I really do this? I want this, my body aches for his touch ever so badly. I want him, ever so badly.“Go on girl.” Diva ushers me out of her room, her eyes twin
JUNIPER.‘He was mine, and I was. Our worlds were different, but somehow it managed to collide, and together. We formed something so beautiful...’I snapped the book shut, feeling the air whooshed out of me. I have finally completed the romance novel that Cleo brought for me in order not to be bored.I guess there’s only a reason I like romance novels, they always have their happy ever after, the sweet love that forms between them, the adventure and even the long race they conquer together before getting their happy-ever-after is what makes those novels special, but now, as I lie on the bed in this little house, staring up at the ceiling. I wonder if my happy ever was ever even guaranteed.I sighed, then grunted, the stir of my stomach reminding me that I didn’t have lunch, it’s night now, and I am alone in this room, in this world where nothing seems to be working out.There’s a bang on the door and my heart jumps in fright. I stand up from the little bed before making my way towards
ZEKE.I am thinking about Astrid again, I am getting obsessed about her; I want her, every bit of her, every fucking day. I want to hear her laughter, I want to see her angry face, and I just want all of her.I am such a fool.‘She’s your mate.’ My wolf, Rochan purrs in satisfaction.I sighed, she’s still in my room sleeping after our long night of awesomeness, Goddess, I want to relive that every day. I flip the papers of the transactions, the morning sun gleaming from the white tinted glass in my office.My morning coffee sits elegantly on the table, but I am not in the mood for caffeine right now, I desire something else, and she’s in my room.Fuck, she’s making me go crazy. Over the last few days, there has not been any letter from that unknown person anymore and I wonder why, to me it sounds suspicious. I still have that inkling feeling that something’s wrong.I massaged my forehead, suddenly feeling tired, leaning on the chair. I just stared around the whole room decor. The door
ASTRID.My legs feel like jelly the moment I step out, my whole body feels constricted, a wave of nausea flooding through. I don’t think twice before I start to run out of the pack house.I hear a door slam from behind the hall, and Diva walks out of her room confused at my crying state. “Astrid. What happened?”I don’t respond; the heartbreak from the rejection is making my stomach curl. As I ran out of the pack-house and into town, with nothing but still his shirt on. The sky darkens above me, a deep rumble sound making me wince.He rejected me. The scene is still playing in my memories, I can’t even call out to my wolf, Aya, she isn’t here. I know that the rejection pain can sometimes cause some wolves to go into hiding.Tiny droplets of water cascades on my hair, then deep heavy pouring of rain. I still continue running, the tears flooding in my eyes, no one can see my sorrow because somehow the rain has managed to hide my pain.Everyone is busy running to their houses, umbrellas
ZEKE.I woke up around 6:55pm.I am seated at the edge of my bedroom window, just looking at the tiny droplets of water that flushes down the glass, trailing my hand over it; I wonder how she must be doing, just leaving without any word.She would get ill under the rain that I know; damn I should have let her take those pills before she left. She must be lonely and hurt, and it’s my entire fucking fault.‘You rejected her, you dummy.’ My wolf growls in anger.When mates face rejection, their wolf can either slip away out of hurt or they growl in anger. Looks like my wolf chose to growl and call me names, I don’t even blame my wolf, I am an idiot. ‘It was my fault.’ I cram my knuckles together hardly, the tip turning a pale shade of white. I stare around my room; her scent still hovers around, deep and mysterious.What the fuck did I do? The rejection pain is still stabbing my heart badly, but I didn’t take those pills, I will feel like a fucking idiot if I take them and she doesn’t.
GUS. The sun is starting to die down as we topple into the woods, a wave of nausea hitting me hard as I grip the reins of my horse. My heart is throbbing heavily, blood pounding through my ears. The unknown senders of those letters are witches. It was them who were robbing the bank, and them who were secretly blocking the borders. It was them who spilled the wolfsbane and silver powder at the ball that day. We have got to defeat them today, else they are going to wipe our existence away. I think of Cleo as we ride, I haven’t seen her for some days now, I just hope she’s okay, maybe she’s with her father, she has to be safe, for some time now, I have been thinking about her, yes she threatened me with my mother, but I feel like aside from that hard figure she gives out, I feel like....There’s an angel in her, I feel something with her, the same woman who took my breath away that night when she stormed into the bar, all confident and sassy. I felt something that night, a heart pound