She is a loner, and she likes it that way. She lives by one sole rule: No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles. And it works for her just fine -until he comes, that is. Jonathan is a new student, a hot new student, and he knows it. Add to that the fact that he's a werewolf, all strong and possessive male, and he is damn proud about it. To her utter and complete despair, he takes interest in her...
View MoreNo attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles.The idealistic motto I had been fond of for years seemed really far away when I looked wistfully out of the window. Jonathan had undoubtedly turned my world upside down. I, who had been more than mildly reluctant to find a mate, was actually quite happy with the outcome of the alpha’s seduction.Being in a relationship with Jonathan had been easier than getting over my fear of werewolves. Indeed, it barely took me two months to fall head over heels for him, whereas I had to spend several months challenging werewolves before I was finally able to vanquish my fear. And damn had I needed to do it! No alpha-ultra’s mate should be afraid of werewolves. That would be completely and utterly ridiculous.When graduation came, I was only too happy to be rid of high school. That said, it wasn’t all I put behind me that day. Loving an alpha-ultra wasn’t just about status and power. With it c
“Set spells are risk-free,” I saw my father’s eyes narrow slightly at that, so I hurried to continue, “or to put it more correctly, set spells are those in which the risk, if any, is known. On the other hand, improvised spells can give the desired result, but the risk is unknown; they are to only be used if there’s no other way.”Reciting such a basic rule, as if I was a grade schooler, was not my idea of testing the results of my special “witchcraft lessons”. Set spells were, for the most part, old, written in Latin, and proved to be efficient. Every witch knew that much. I sometimes wondered if this oral test wasn’t some kind of late punishment for my blowing-up-a-tree episode. With the ten days I had taken off school, I was able to learn a bunch of set spells other than the rudimentary ones. And most importantly, I was able to fully commit to my training.Controlling my newly found ability was no easy feat but I
Johnathan's pov:I knew that Blake could be intimidating, and that such trials weren’t for the faint of heart, but I truly believed Jasmine could hold her own. Hadn’t her cousin killed several rogues in front of her already?Karl killed the rogues for her sake. Don’t compare a defensive kill to a cold-blooded execution, my wolf reprimanded.Yeah, well, it’s not like the pup wasn’t at fault here, what are you sulking for?I don’t like the idea of a vampire doing such things to our kind, no matter the reason. Alpha genes could be quite bothersome at times. The wolves weren’t the easiest to deal with. Rationalizing with them could get pretty hard.You’d rather we remained at war with vampires?I didn’t say that.You just wish you had been the one to get the idea for the pact, I teased.I had been in my early teens
Although Thomas shifted just a few feet away from me, and was growling like there was no tomorrow, I wasn’t feeling as scared as I thought I would be. Having come close to a rape-slash-death experience with the rogues a few weeks ago, I had truly expected, when this whole trial came into perspective, to be more afraid – I suffered from enough nightmares to prove the incident wasn’t behind me yet… but then again, I knew no harm would befall me.That said, I was frozen to the spot in fascination. Blake The Troublemaker was making a show of his obvious superiority. As the five-feet-something brown wolf attacked, teeth bared, seeking blood, he dodged with ease and swiftly kicked him in the gut, earning a surprised yelp. The kick sent the werewolf crashing against a tree which creaked loudly in protest and then broke, making him fall back in an ungracious heap. A low growl was heard as Thomas straightened and then lunched himself again at Blake who, just l
“Well, I am Blake The Troublemaker and I’d like to know why you killed a vampire this morning,” the dangerous-vibe vampire smirked humorlessly as he approached the werewolf unfazed by his growls.Holy shit! Blake The Troublemaker was in town and he wasn’t just visiting. He was the one who established The Devil’s Pact, the peace treaty that ended the era of wars between species. All supernatural beings abide by its laws to keep the harmony going, and all crimes are investigated and punished.Vampire, black hair, green eyes, dangerous vibe, impossibly sarcastic. How could I not have figured it out sooner?“I don’t answer to you,” the werewolf was trying to act brave, but one could hear his voice shaking ever so slightly on the last word.“Well, I’m interrogating you,” Blake retorted calmly, unperturbed by the lack of cooperation.I’ll take a wild guess and say he won’t be j
“So, where are we going?” Jonathan and I were on our way to our sixth date already and I could say I was starting to get used to letting my guard down around him.“Today is not going to be a normal date I’m afraid,” Jonathan drawled as he drove his way into the city.“What do you mean?” I stiffened, becoming wary instantly. Although on some level, I trusted him not to harm me, his tone just didn’t bode well.“We need to stop by the pack house first,” he briefly glanced towards me before continuing, “I want you to see something.”“Okay,” I couldn’t help but wonder why he was being so secretive all of the sudden, “Can’t you tell me what it is?”“I’d rather just show you.” His tone told me to drop it and for some unknown reason I didn’t argue.He looked a little too stiff for it to be just a normal werewolf get-tog
Just dig in, girl.I grabbed a slice and bit into it. Seconds later, I was moaning at the taste. It had to be, hands down, the best pizza I ever had – even more reason to come back again. As I heard Jonathan’s unexpected low growl, I snapped my eyes open in fear.What’s going on? I turned my head around frantically, dumbly looking for a threat, and finding none –or at least recognizing none. Two of the earlier three couples were still at their tables, no newcomers, and the waiter didn’t really scream ‘danger’ to me… but then again witches’ senses weren’t as sharp as werewolves’ so I couldn’t say for sure.“What are you doing?” He sounded genuinely intrigued and yet somehow there was a hint of amusement in his voice.“Why did you growl?” I countered puzzled, cocking my eyebrow at him, my delicious pizza sadly forgotten.“You moaned,” he drawl
The Italian restaurant wasn’t quite as small as I imagined it. The store front might have been admittedly a bit small and the first floor not that spacious, but the atmosphere was really agreeable, jolly even. We followed a waiter upstairs and I was surprised to find out that the 2nd floor’s dining room was noticeably bigger. There were only 3 couples already eating and that made the atmosphere somehow more intimate – the dimmed lights played their part well too.It was love at first sight and I was sure I would be revisiting many, many times.“So, what’s she like?” I asked as soon as we had sat at our table and the waiter had left us with the menus, “The Oracle, I mean.”“Is that all we’re gonna talk about?” How he managed to sound half annoyed, half amused was beyond me.“Hey, you brought her up,” despite my defensive tone, I was impossibly excited to know more abou
“Where are we going?” I wasn’t very fond of silence and, admittedly, I was curious to know too.“To a small Italian restaurant,” I could see a smile tugging at his lips. For an alpha-ultra that had to call for an eraser because his mate had messed up, he looked in an awfully good mood. It kind of pleased me to know I had this effect on him.“Oh.” So, he hadn’t lied when he had told me to dress casually. We weren’t going anywhere fancy but somehow, I was sure it’d be worth it.“It may be a small familial business, but the food is fabulous,” he briefly turned his face towards me, temporarily dazzling me with his beautiful eyes, “trust me on this one.”“Fabulous food, huh? I can live with that,” I teased after my dysfunctional brain decided to work properly again. I was smirking like a fool for no particular reason by the end of the sentence. It felt as if his goo
I was idly sitting on my chair; at the only available desk I had found when I first entered the classroom this morning; the one at the very back.Not that I was complaining, mind you! No, not at all.I didn’t like being in front, way too close to the teacher. The middle offered one major inconvenience; I would be surrounded by otherclassmatesfrom all sides, which was not what one would be willing to go through if they were the second-to-biggest loner of the school. These were the reasons why the desk at the back suited me just fine.I was not antisocial or anything, it’s just that I earned the right to be at this school; an honorable private school that I wouldn’t have been able to even dream of because of its expensive fee.But, lucky for me, I was a brilliant student.The communication problem I shared with my classmates might be due to the fact that I was a little younger than them. Most of them were s
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