**Laura's POV**
I can't believe it! Mr. Custos gave me such an awesome opportunity! I am so excited! He is such a sweet man; I must buy him a thank-you gift. I sang to myself as my heart beat with joy from these overwhelming emotions. Things are finally working out. Just don't screw this up, Laura Ash! I squealed to myself whilst, cleaning the counter.
"Someone seems to be in a good mood," said a male voice, ripping me from my thoughts.
"Morning Jacob, yup! I spoke to Mr. Custos, and in three days' time I am officially working in the kitchen," I proudly announced flashing a toothy grin.
"That's fantastic news! See I told you! Liam is a cool boss, he always opts to help his staff pursue their careers. Just like Sheryl, a month ago he sponsored her education so that she could become an accountant. That's just one of many examples."
"He really is a good heart. I'm finally living the dream!" I laughed like a little girl when I thought of him. I don't know why, but when I spoke to Liam, earlier my heart fluttered, and I felt so shy. I wanted to stay longer for coffee, but he is my boss. He might see it as being courteous, but I on the other hand have a bit of a crush on him. I can't jeopardise my career, it's best to keep my distance and remain professional.
Jacob stared at me somewhat strangely, then quickly cleared his throat. "I'll catch you later sweets, I need to steal a bite before Joey serves the buffet trays, want me to get you something?"
"I'm good!" I sang then returned to my thoughts as Jacob disappeared.
Although starting late at twenty-four, if I work hard and play my cards right I should get there somewhere in my mid-thirties. No matter what, I will become an executive chef!
I have only been working at the Snug Bistro for five months with nothing to my name. I am soon to change my position from waitress to kitchen porter. That's something, right? I'm not going to give up on my dream, I will show my parents. They only let my younger brother go to college, because they believed him to be the breadwinner of the family; while it was expected of me to find and marry a rich man so that I would not be a burden to them. At least they permitted me to finish school, I guess I shouldn't be resentful or act all entitled. Enough about them, I promised myself I would stop dawdling in the past.
As time passed, the bistro started becoming its usual busy self. I had just served my regulars, and now occupied setting a table that had just been cleaned. I was suddenly pulled away from my thoughts, when a voice called for service. I turned to face the woman and I froze for like two seconds until a large smile crept over my lips.
It was my boyfriend, Michael, standing at the entrance whilst holding another woman with a lazy arm around her waist, close to him. He looked at me as if I was a piece of dirt, then returned his affectionate gaze back to the woman. She was a stunner, with long chocolate brown hair, green eyes, full red lips and a body I thought only existed in magazines.
Three days, just three days then I'm in the kitchen—my happy place, I said to myself. The other customers in the room looked completely shocked, except for one smirking figure in the dark far corner. I on the other hand remained calm. I can do this, I cried enough. Treat this like a normal day at work. Michael is now just another customer, I cheered myself on, refusing to show any hint of weakness.
"Welcome, right this way please," I said sweetly catching Michael off guard. You didn’t expect that reaction from me, you cheating pig, I said to myself feeling suddenly empowered.
Michael having another woman is nothing new to me. I had known of his cheating ways since six months ago but decided to keep it to myself, hoping he might find what he was looking for and be the bigger man and let me know himself.
When I first found out, of course I was distraught, heartbroken, and overwhelmed by all the yucky emotions associated with worthlessness and betrayal. Michael was my first love, the only man I had slept with, and we had been together for four years. I genuinely believed he loved me and we had something special. Fortunately, as time passed, I managed to endure and accept my new reality. I decided to let karma take its course, hoping it would be on my side for once.
I let it be and still remained with that traitor. It had its perks, for you see Michael is quite a well-known face. He has affluent and well-respected parents. People feared Michael and his erratic spoiled temper, so no one dared to mess with me and treat me poorly like some used to before I met him—especially my family. However, I knew I needed to become independent, so I decided to get a job at the bistro. I was anyways close to ditching this dick, but now he has made it so easy for me.
As I led the couple to the table I had just cleaned, the woman clung to Michael, her piercing green eyes fixed on me with an expression of triumph. She was truly gorgeous. Michael, on the other hand, wore a confused look, as if he was waiting for a reaction from me. Not today, or ever, arsehole, I thought to myself. Then I took out my notebook and pen and asked, "Can I get you anything to drink while you decide on your meal?"
"I'll have the fruit cocktail," said the woman, visibly wrinkling her nose at me as if I were trash.
"You know what I usually order, Laura," Michael said smugly.
"Apologies, I serve many people, so you'll have to jog my memory," I replied, maintaining a straight face.
"Latte, are you being difficult?" he asked, annoyance creeping into his voice as his temper began to unravel.
"Oh, not at all. I just want to make sure you haven't changed your preferences in drinks as well. Besides, this is the first time you've come to eat here. Anyways, I'll bring your orders shortly," I said sweetly, unfazed, even though I could feel the eyes of the other customers on us. I quickly made my way to the fridges and then to the barista, Bethany, to place Michael's order.
"Hun, what the hell is going on?" Bethany asked concerned.
"Yeah, like what the fuck? Did you break up and not tell me?" Jacob exclaimed shocked and hurt as he crept up from behind with a tray under his arm.
"I'll fill you two in on the details later," I said cheerfully, but Bethany only shook her head as she continued preparing Michael's latte. A few minutes later, I returned with their drinks, only to find them displaying elaborate public displays of affection. It was quite embarrassing and somehow hurtful. Michael had never been that loving towards me out in the open; hell holding my hand was too much for him. Fucking arsehole.
"Here are your drinks. Do you know what you'd like to eat, or should I give you more time to decide? We also have a buffet today," I said trying very hard to act unaffected.
"Oh my, we got carried away and forgot to look at the menu," laughed the woman, glancing at me with a hint of vindictiveness.
"No problem, I'll give you more time," I replied.
Just as I was about to turn and walk away, Michael asked angrily, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"In regards to what, sir?" I asked innocently.
"Don't act stupid, Laura. You're just going to pretend you’re unfazed?"
"I’m happy for you—I'm even happier that you finally came out of the closet—but now is not the right time. I have work to do."
"What does she mean by finally?" The woman asked Michael.
"Six months, nine women, or should I say ten now," I replied with a smile and loud enough for others to hear.
Michael's face became bleak, "Y-you knew?"
"WHAT?!" the woman snapped.
"Seems as though this one finally gave you the balls to come clean. She must be special," I said with sweetly garnished venom. I then turned my attention to the woman. "Congratulations! I'm truly happy for you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other customers waiting," I said, turning to leave. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me—shit I'm not as strong as I thought I was.
"You fat bitch! You knew he was over you, yet you kept him shackled to you, driving him to do this?"
"Amber, babe it's okay," Michael started, trying and calm down his now Karen.
"Oh, I was giving him the opportunity to figure out what he truly wanted in life and to be the bigger person by telling me the truth. I thought it was a generous approach, especially since we have been together for four years. Now, if you will please excuse me, I prefer not to mix personal affairs with work. Your new server will come to take your orders."
Michael looked around, noticing the angry stares directed at him. Some of his closest friends shook their heads in disappointment. I could see he was becoming anxious and was on the verge of yelling at me when a deep, stern voice interrupted.
"Is there a problem here?" I turned to look in the direction of the voice, it was Liam! My heart fluttered as I took notice of his ash blond hair and dark blue concerned emerald eyes.
"Sorry, who are you?" Michael asked quite belittling.
"I am the owner," he replied, looking undeniably handsome. For a moment, I nearly forgot my troubles. Ugh, this breakup crap is seriously messing with my head!
"Aww, Liam, are you going to continue to ignore little ol' me?" Amber purred, causing Michael to glance at his new flame in surprise.
"I'd rather do that than embarrass you in front of your new deserving victim. I am here to kindly ask, to let my employee do her job. If you have an issue, I’d be happy to have you eat elsewhere.
"Come, Laura. Today is the day you start your training in the kitchen. I’ve already asked Chef Joey to prepare your new tasks," said Liam, placing his hand gently on my back and guiding me away before Michael and Amber could say anything else. I was incredibly grateful for Liam’s presence; I was on the verge of losing my composure. He is such a gentle giant, and just having him near makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside—my hero!
As we reached the kitchen, Liam asked as he grabbed my hand, "Are you alright? If not, I can give you the day off." This surprised me, especially because of his gentle and caring demeanour. He is known for his kindness, but this felt somehow on a deeper level. On the other hand, I might just be oversensitive.
"I am a tough cookie, Mr. Custos; there's no need to worry. In fact, I feel elated as if a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Besides, I’m excited about starting in the kitchen."
Liam carefully observed me—I think he could see that I wasn’t completely fine—then said, "Hey, you don't have to act tough around me. I’m here for you whenever you need an ear to listen to."
I think my eyes visibly widened at his gentleness because his handsome smile deepened. He then pulled me into a deep embrace. "T-thank you, Mr. Custos," was all I could say.
"What a fucking dick!" Bethany exclaimed in pure disgust and anger."Wow, I can't believe you stayed with him all those months. You should have told me, sweets. I could have helped you and been there for you when you needed someone to lean on," Jacob said, looking at me with sympathy."Thanks, guys, but really I am fine and happy it’s all over. On a positive note, I phoned some estate agents and Liam said I can take off tomorrow to view them.""What about tonight? You seriously not going to sleep there in the dirty ogre's lair?" Bethany asked anxiously while Jacob nodded with a worried expression."Where should I go? I don't have much of a choice; I'll be fine—""I don't think that's a good idea,’ Bethany interjected. “Oops, I see some customers at the coffee bar. I'll be back soon," she added, then rushed off."Come stay at my place," Jacob insisted. "I know Jerry won't mind and if he does, I'll kick him out," he laughed.I gave a grateful smile, but, I could not inconvenience my frie
Jacob was elated that I accepted his offer to stay with him. I personally think his excitement was mostly amplified by getting the chance to leave work early. We wasted no time and went straight to Michael's place. Luckily, a week ago, I made an excuse to clean my cupboards, allowing me to sneakily pack my things without raising suspicion. I also don't have much to pack, so it was super easy. I divided all my items from the things Michael had gifted me because I did not want to take anything that reminded me of him. He is the past, and that's where he needs to stay.So far everything fits perfectly in the trunk. Just as I retrieved my last box of items, Michael appeared from the shadows like a creature from a horror film. "You already found another man to leach off financially?" he hissed in a dangerous dark tone.Of course, I jumped at the sudden reveal, then responded in a somewhat calm voice, "Firstly, he is my friend, and secondly, I do not see why it should upset you so. I'm bein
So today was a bit of a depressing day. I viewed six apartments, but three of them were way out of my budget! The decent-priced ones had a roommate, but being with Michael for so long, I only wished for solitude. It was now half past three, and I was exhausted. Before I made my way back to Jacob and Jerry's place, I quickly headed to the shops and bought myself an ice cream.Once I reached the apartment and closed the door, I released a frustrated sigh. "Your ice cream can't be that bad?" asked a humoured voice.I got a fright; I was completely unaware Jerry would be here. "No, this was purchased to make my dreary day less disappointing," I said and tried to muster a laugh, attempting to hide my surprise."That bad, huh?" he asked lazily with his hands behind his head. He was sitting by the kitchen counter."You have no idea," I sighed, making my way to sit across from him, now giving my dripping frozen treat much-needed attention. I was so preoccupied, that I didn't pay attention to
Jerry exhibited a deadly sneer, then casually fitted the microphone to its stand. "What's your name, Cruella—I mean Cinderella?" he scoffed, then grabbed a glass of water, taking a much-needed sip. I realised this was to quench his lethal tongue, his eyes looked determined, readying himself for the verbal battle ahead."Amber," she shouted with the utmost pride."Do you suffer from any medical conditions?""No, why?""You drunk, princess?" Jerry asked with a straight face, as the audience murmured a laugh."She's not, go fuck yourself," shouted a pissed-off voice I did not want to hear."Now that you interrupted me, I presume you're the boyfriend?" Jerry asked displaying a calm and relaxed demeanour."Yeah," Michael shouted proudly, placing his arm around Amber protectively."I would suggest you take her on dates where she can process her surroundings better. She seems a bit slow," Jerry said, showing a scornful expression. Some people laughed while others clapped."That's the asshole
I was shocked; he sounded so upset. Was it because I went to Jerry's show without inviting him? It wasn't my place to do so, but I can't dwell on petty shit. Wait— could it be because I slept in Jerry's bed? Shit, I need to get cleaned up and rush to work and tell him everything. I started running at that thought. Once I reached the apartment, the door swung open, revealing Jerry with his unnerving stare. The last fucking person I wanted to see. "Sweetheart, what a surprise; finished work already?" he asked lazily as he leaned against the doorpost, gazing at me amorously. My rage got the better of me, and I aggressively approached him with my finger in his face. I asked with absolute malice while tears ran down my cheeks, "What the fuck did you do to me yesterday?!" With the speed of a viper, Jerry seized my hand and dragged me into the building, quickly shutting the door. I yelped, trying to shove him away from me, though he speedily trapped me in his arms. As I took a breath to
What is my purpose? Is it to forever feel unworthy and useless? Am I only intended to yearn for my passion, only to never see it through? I sobbed at these questions as my grief shrouded me with hopelessness. If only I had never met Michael, or if I had started working earlier, even though he disapproved of the idea, I might never have been in this fucked up situation. I am a complete emotional mess; my shower took longer than it should have, but I was somewhat able to gather what was left of my fragmented soundness. I need to get to the bistro ASAP and find my happy place. I don’t know why, but there it always feels like my true home. I dried myself and applied lotion over my marks of shame, hoping the sweet smell and its medicinal properties would magically heal them. I tied my wet hair into a bun, and put on makeup to try to hide my melancholy face as well as the bruises on my neck. Once finished, I carefully opened the door and peeked out, making sure Jerry was nowhere to be se
**Liam’s POV**I’m sitting in my office waiting for Jacob. I summoned him because I needed to know what happened to Laura. I’m on edge and I know something was not right. I had felt it since last night at first joy followed by complete pleasure and bliss then after eleven, it was as though I was enveloped in absolute dread. I could not sleep at all and today an undeniable mixture of despair and terror invaded my heart. My mate was hurting and I needed answers, if not I will tear this whole place upside down like a fucking mindless animal. My wolf was ready to snap, Krait was overly quiet and Giaan tried to keep Ozouf calm. He was helping me as well, but I am not sure how much longer I could keep my composure.Jacob entered the office looking bitter, I have no idea what happened, but I fucking swear if he tried anything with her I am going to end him. I know he has a crush on her, but he always respected Laura. I was somewhat hesitant when she told me she was going to stay with him, bu
**Laura’s POV**I hear the door slam, my last and only line of hope extinguished. I wanted to tell Liam what happened. For some foolish reason, I believed he was the one soul I could go to for help. Instead of the warmth I once felt from his embrace, I was faced with the sharpened ice shards of his impaling words—striking what was left of my already shattered heart to complete nothingness.I’m struggling to breathe—the pain—it’s too heavy. I can’t release a sob, for I do not have enough air in my lungs to exhale. The water released from my tear ducts obscures my vision, yet I am still making my way to my locker. With my scarf still in my hand, I did not bother to cover my neck. Why would I when the one person whose opinion I valued the most sees me as a tainted ungracious pest? I could feel scowling eyes, judging the very essence of my being. I swear I can hear their thoughts calling me every foul word in the dictionary, trash, tramp, slut, whore... the list is endless.A sudden dizzin
**Laura's POV**It's been sometime now since I regained consciousness. I'm not sure if it has been hours, but all I know is it's been too long. I can't move, and there is only darkness; it's unnerving. I can sense a presence close to me, but my ears are blocked. Or am I deaf? I don't know what to feel because every single emotion is competing for dominance. I feel frightened because Jerry might be right next to me. Relieved I'm still alive. Bitterness towards the injustice fucking life has bestowed upon me ever since I acknowledged my existence! Sadness as I have lost my face, the only thing that made me feel somewhat happy about myself. Michael! I can't believe he and Amber went that far! Why? Why go through all of that on a nobody such as myself? What the fuck is wrong with that dick?! Ruining my life just because things didn't go his way? Even the whole ordeal at the bistro was extreme, exaggerated, and cruel. Showing the whole city, he got someone better, the ideal woman who
The drive was tedious indeed; Adrian was right to worry. Drud was completely pissed after we saw the pictures. He so desperately wanted us to shift and run, or go and attack that half-breed... Lynal... no, Liam is the fucker's name."The cunt never answered my question, but he is undoubtedly no pureblood. I'd love to know what he is, then we can find his weakness and kill him," Drud snapped, ever so pissed."Seeing that he is a mixed abomination, pure silver won't do the trick," I sighed, displeased. "Chad did mention he had some reptilic features. Did you notice how he was shitting himself when he came to report to me?""That little runt did a poor job at interrogating the hybrid," Drud snorted in disgust."That fool probably has weresnake in his genes; it's no wonder he never revealed himself to our mate. She would have been so scared of him," I laughed. "Such a vindictive fucker, but I approve," my wolf hummed. "Speaking about the police, I am still sceptical about that vampire wh
**Jeremy's POV**It's been three fucking days! THREE! And I have gained nothing for my patience. No leads, no sightings, not even a single fucking clue, scent, a lock of hair—FUCKING NOTHING!! My emotions are spiralling; it's all over the place. I am so fucking ANGRY! I need my mate; the longer she is away from me, the more feral Drud and I become. I am struggling to think rationally and to function normally. I need my mate; I need my Laura. Fuck, ever since I got paired with her, all my emotions are explosive, and I am even more unhinged.I looked outside the back passenger window; we're on the highway, and the moving view was fitting as I struggled to focus on anything. My mind is a raging storm. Is this how it feels when paired with a mate that has your heart? I hear Drud hum in agreement as he listens to my thoughts.My eyes drift to my mate's phone in my hand. Holding this is now the only thing that connects me to her. The only fucking thing I have been staring at for hours on en
I teased her lips with my fingers, then carefully grabbed her neck and started kissing her. Amber was putty in my hands, throwing herself at me. This is going to be so satisfying, I sang to myself.I started tearing her blouse with my sharp nails. She moaned as my cold hands caressed her needy shivering frame, but she knew she was not allowed to touch me in return. I heard her thoughts, crying and begging for me to change my mind and love her in return."I know you want me, my obsessed servant, now clear your mind," I husked after I stopped the kiss. I have her right where I want her. I removed her brassiere effortlessly and grabbed her perky breasts. She trembled at my touch, leaning into my hold. I roughly flipped her towards my desk and Amber instinctively knew to bend forward."If only you were this obedient, instead of scheming little futile plots with your new toy," I grunted, angrily and clawed at her skirt, scraping her flesh in the process. She moaned with pleasure, but I cou
**Keres POV** I observed my honeycomb from afar as my healer frantically attended to her most severe wounds. Though my face seemed emotionless, I was fucking livid! I'll mindlessly eradicate any poor unsuspecting soul who dares have the balls to approach me now. I looked down at my bloodied clothes. This was not how things should have transpired! This was not part of the plan. I plucked the damp blood-crusted handkerchief from my pocket and began suckling it. Closing my eyes at the decadent flavour, trying to ease my temper. I could not explain it, but my honeycomb's blood tasted so sweet, richer than rare wine, sweeter than any mystical fruit I was fortunate enough to taste. Is this why I was always so drawn to her? No! Not once did I ever wish to drink her blood! My mind started to delve back to when I found Laura in the dumpster. My cold blood boiling once more. It was unmistakable. I felt my servant's presence surrounding my sweeting. No doubt her toy was with her. I'd wager an
I sat in the car in pure silence. Even my beast knew when I was like this, it needed to shut up. As I was about five minutes into a fifteen-minute drive home, I noticed many people and even the odd large wolf roaming the streets. That fucker better make sure he finds Laura. My mind drifted back to that arsehole's question. His mocking voice, still fresh in my mind. “Yes, I am a fucking abomination, but not by choice!” I muttered out loud as I let my foul mood dictate my actions. A fucking hybrid demigod and a disgrace to the Gods and mortals. Bound to live forever with no given purpose and destined to never truly belong anywhere. I should not have existed; my father was never supposed to have a mate, let alone be able to produce offspring. My mother, Ylfa, princess of the werewolves, was to be the third Luna Queen to take over from her father. A she-wolf destined for greatness, but all of that was taken away from her due to raw primal greed. The moment that bastard discovered he
The other werewolf nodded at Jeremy. It was subtle, but I fucking saw it, and I was ready to intervene. He approached Bethany, but before he could touch her, the vampire skillfully glided between them facing Bethany and said gently, smiling.“Please, Miss, come with me. I’ll hear what you have to say.” He looked almost thirty, but I bet he is a few centuries older.“Hey, François, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this,” declared the werewolf as he tried to reach for her, but that vampire was a smooth operator.He skillfully slithered his arm around Bethany’s upper back in a comforting manner and reassured charmingly, “I got this, Josh. I suggest you finish questioning Mr. Wulfric,” he said somewhat protectively, then turned his attention to Bethany looking at her benevolently. “Besides, this beautiful lady seems distraught. You might scare her.”I hear Chad next to me tutting out of frustration. “Let us talk privately, my lady; then you can tell me everything,” François cajoled tend
I stood protectively in front of Bethany as I saw him glaring at her. “Bethany, go inside and call the police,” I commanded in a stern tone, but gentle enough not to distress her further. She was about to say something, but I already knew who this bastard was. “Now!” I snapped, and she finally listened and started running towards the bistro.This fucker was a lone wolf, and it looks like he did not bother to conceal his identity. He meant business, ready to kill anything that moved, and I can’t let Bethany get entangled in this fantasy shit. He was about to block her off, but I shouted, “Leave her alone, she is just an innocent bystander, your business is with me, you fucking mutt!”He looked at me somewhat deranged, giving Bethany the chance to find refuge in the bistro. The fucker sniffed in my direction and his face started to shift. He released snarls of pure hatred intertwined with the sounds of crunching and grinding bones as he partly shifted.“You’re the one I smelled on my ma
“What?” I asked, somewhat startled. Of course, Laura is gone. I hissed to myself, annoyed. She fucking resigned! “She went to take out the trash ten minutes ago but never came back. I've searched the entire bistro, but she's gone!” Bethany cried, panicked. “She must have gone home after she finished her task, Beth,” I clicked my tongue, irritated. I could already picture Laura cuddling with her new lover as he comforts her. She probably told him what a dick I am. "You are a dick! You practically chased her into his arms!" Ozouf barked at me as he heard my thoughts. Bloody hypocrite, he too was just as in favour of showing his temper and jealousy earlier!“Liam, her phone was still on the countertop in the kitchen—something she never leaves behind. At first, I checked outside and called for her, but she never answered. I also thought she might have forgotten her phone, so I went to her locker to slide it through the vent for her. As I did, the door swung open, and that’s when I sa