Emily wiped the sweat from her forehead and glanced up at the clunky air conditioning unit. The site team was supposed to replace it in February but so far, the new one sat untouched, collecting dust and taking up space.As she flipped through the test papers in front of her, Adrian's name distracted her from the humidity. He had not answered any of the questions, she noted but had instead written out chapters of her book—the steamy ones.Blood rushed to her face as she squirmed in humiliation, ashamed of herself for ever writing such rubbish. Reading it made her want to disappear—for a giant hole to swallow her whole.At the very bottom of the page was a stark warning: 'Stop talking to Damien about me. He can't help you.'This message knocked the last bit of hope out of her, leaving her deflated. It was sad and painful to admit, but she had been pinning all her hopes on Damien.She was thinking about Damien as he appeared at the door, as if by magic. She'd seen him, and he knew it, b
As much as she hated Riley's behaviour, Scarlett couldn't hate Riley. In fact, her feelings for him landed quite firmly on the opposite end of the emotive spectrum. 'I think I love him,' she thought. Every time she pictured him her heart would race so fast and hard, she thought it might burst. Her mother said she was going to change any time now, but she couldn’t stomach the thought of it. In fully shifted form, her feelings for Riley would only grow—a primal urge that would smother and overtake her senses. She would be powerless to stop it.The thought made her want to cry. To scream and wail and sob. As she looked over at Sienna, she saw she wasn't the only one. "What's wrong, Babes?" she asked.Sienna shook her head, staring straight ahead with glazed eyes. "I'm all good."That had to be a lie. Something was definitely wrong with the girl. Her clothes were hanging off her and her face had broken out in a mixture of acne and eczema. 'Could it be drugs?' Scarlett wondered. She wou
Riley made eye contact for a second before moving to the left and trying to shove his way past. Scarlett stood her ground, refusing to budge from her spot on the stairs. He was either going to have to talk to her or send her flying.He sighed and tutted. "What lie are you talking about?""The one where you said you'd only slept with two girls, and that it was in the past?" Scarlett intoned, sticking out her chin. She could feel her pulse quickening as the strange, brain-swimming feeling returned."Oh jeez," she muttered, stumbling, and almost falling.She would have tumbled down the stairs, but Riley quickly shifted and caught her in his arms. Held closely and coddled like a baby, she stared up at his concerned frown as he took her to her room and gently placed her on the bed.For a moment he sat beside her. He picked up a brush from her bedside table and fiddled with it, head and eyes down before he finally spoke."It's not like that." He shook his head. "That woman I'm seeing... it'
Sienna tried not to yawn as she sat beside Adrian, but her body was fatigued, and her mind worn. The more she tried not to yawn, concentrating with all her mind, the more her throat muscles contracted, threatening to let the subtle act of disrespect escape.She covered her face and turned to look out of the window as it slipped out, but he caught her."Am I boring you, Sienna?" he asked."No," Sienna replied with haste. "I, erm, I'm just so exhausted.""Slap yourself in the face," he said. Sienna did so, not hard enough to hurt but with enough force to wake herself up. It surprised her by working... for a couple of seconds at least. Then she wanted to yawn again."I'm not horny," Adrian told her in a conversational tone. "But I am in the mood to see you suffer."Sienna wasn't listening to him. She'd spotted a half-eaten sandwich on the windowsill and couldn't tear her eyes away from it. It appeared to have an egg mayonnaise filling—her favourite. Her mouth watered as she envisioned b
Tom smiled to himself as he heard the familiar sound of his ringtone buzzing from his pocket. He frowned when he saw it was not Ariella—the cute Swedish healer from his guild—but Damien.After doing a project with the goth kid, he hadn't bothered to remove his number but never guessed that Damien might call him out of the blue like this."Hello?" Tom asked without hiding the confusion in his voice."Tom, I need you to listen to me and not ask your usual 20 questions, okay? I'm out of town, and Sienna just called me from the inside of Adrian's wardrobe. She's claustrophobic, so you need to nip over there and get her out. Got it?"As Damien spoke the words went into Tom's brain and made a certain degree of sense, but unfortunately—he had questions."Huh?" He muttered. "What? Why?"He could sense Damien's stifled but angry sigh."Tom. I'm out of town or I'd go round there myself. You are the only contact in my phone who lives close to Adrian and knows where he lives. Go over there. Go in
When the police knocked at the door Scarlett, her mother and Adrian gathered on the upstairs landing. They heard Ron place his cup down and move to answer it."What's going on?" Scarlett asked her mother.Mum shook her head in confusion. She clearly had no more clue than Scarlett."Let's go and find out," Scarlett said, following her mother down the staircase. Ron pulled open the front door to reveal a couple of police officers. A tall man and a red-haired woman, both in uniform, pulled out their badges“Can I help you?” Ron asked without saying hello or exchanging pleasantries."I’m Sergeant Hobbs and this is Inspector Greenwood," the woman said. “Is Adrian Turner home?”Scarlett wondered if Sienna had reported him for hurting her. She had said she wouldn’t, but people could change their minds. Scarlett wouldn’t blame her. Not one little bit. Adrian deserved to be punished for his behaviour. Being Alpha did not give him free reign to do whatever he wished."Why? Why do you want to s
“I c—can’t b—believe it,” Scarlett stammered between sobs. “I can’t believe he’s gone.”Sienna nodded and pulled her in for a hug. The girl was little, but she was strong, pulling on her jumper so tightly that it strangled her.“He was an asshole, but he was our asshole,” Scarlett said. “In a strange way, I still kind of loved him.”“Me too,” Sienna admitted. "He was my first love. My first kiss."The local newspaper had reported the murder without naming the victim, but in a small town like this one, it wasn’t five minutes after the police arrived that a neighbour had seen, told everyone they knew and spread the news like a depressing game of Chinese whispers.“He wasn’t a bad guy,” Scarlett said. “Not deep down. I think we were too hard on him… and now we’ll never get to make friends again!” She burst into another fit of sobs at this realisation. The thought of never getting to forgive his crimes against her was the most heartbreaking thing for her. “He saved me,” Sienna whispered
Sienna got ready in her bedroom, deliberately avoiding her overly concerned mother. Looking into her mirror, she adjusted her hair for the final time. Then, after a second thought, fixed it one more time.Last night she had googled the term, 'goth girl hairstyles,' and showed the picture to the only late opening hairdressers. Her hair was now a silky blue-black with a sharp fringe and much shorter and choppier. She'd put a skull-shaped hairclip in to match the model but worried it didn't look right on her.Using the same picture as a reference, she replicated the girl’s make-up, with smoky eyes and lips so dark they were almost black, hoping to emulate the look. Staring into the mirror, it was as if somebody else was looking back at her. She liked it.'But will he like it?' she wondered. Since her brain had started working again, there was only one person on it... and thankfully it wasn't Adrian. After a final panic in front of the mirror, she left the house, saying a brief goodbye