Next chapter will be Sierra's pov. let's see what they find out.
Sierra’s pov I was trying so hard to let Kate know that I considered her a friend. That we were fine, even after she kissed me. I even got dressed near her, trying to show her, I wasn’t scared or felt weird around her. But then I made the stupid mistake of sniffing her neck like an insane person when I was putting a necklace on. She smelt really nice and I was drawn to her scent. When we were both dressed and I had put on some make-up, we went out to my car. Kate’s guard Tyler was behind us, so at least we would be safe. We arrived at the club and Kate looked really nervous. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. Just some people dancing and loud music. We’ll try and find Bella and then we’ll leave okay?” Kate looked thankful and I held her hand as we entered the club. It didn’t take us long to find Bella and her group. They were all dancing together, being really loud and cheerful. If Bella was Mark’s mate she wouldn’t look so happy right? I
Kate’s pov I woke up feeling very relaxed. How could I feel this way after last night?! I was angry and sad when I saw Sierra kiss Tyler. Was she really that disgusted by me, that she would kiss the first random guy she saw?! Why was I so warm and what was pressed against me? I still hadn’t opened my eyes, this was one of the best nights of sleep I had ever had. I suddenly remembered where I was and opened my eyes. Scanning the room. I looked down and that’s when I saw it. Sierra’s leg draped all over my leg and her arm on top of mine. How could I have not noticed? I tried to move away, by turning to my back, but Sierra was still asleep and her leg was still on me. So much for not snoring, because she made the cutest little snoring sound. It felt so nice being this close to her, that I was debating staying here. But Sierra would be mortified if she woke up like this. I tried to pull her arm off me, but she grabbed a hold of my pajama shirt and pulled me closer. “Stay.” Sierra gro
Asher’s pov I hated being locked up again. The first time was just boring. But now there was this added stress of being blamed for something I didn’t do. Did they really think I was capable of such a gruesome murder? “Well, you did almost beat Mark to death once.” Logan said. “As I recall, you did the worst part of that beating, slicing open Mark’s arms?!” I growled back in anger. I was worried about Leia and there was no way to reach her in here. I wanted to be there for her and I hoped she didn’t think I did this. Although I didn’t mind it one bit that Mark was death, this was even a bit too much for me. Luckily dad came down, after the blood on my hands was tested, to apologize. “I’m sorry Ash. I should have believed you right away. I need to keep you down here though. You’re still a suspect and if someone is trying to frame you, you’re safer here.” I wasn’t too pleased to stay here, even after dad realized his mistake. Mom visited me often, Kate too and Easton filled me on e
Sierra’s pov I had the best night's sleep. I felt so relaxed and warm, but in the morning this was gone and my bed felt empty for some reason. That’s when I realized Kate was gone. I hoped she was just eating breakfast, but after last night, I knew she was probably too upset with me. I shouldn’t have kissed Tyler. Well, he kissed me. But I shouldn’t have danced with Tyler. He was nice though, good looking and why shouldn’t I be with such a guy? It wasn’t like I was dating someone else. Maybe I should have just not done this all in front of Kate, who I knew would be hurt by it. When I went down, my mom told me Kate had already left. I got a text a few hours later, from Asher. That he was on house arrest and if I could stop by soon. It might be awkward for Kate, but I had missed Asher and he could use a friend. I showered and got dressed and headed to the packhouse. I walked inside and heard a lot of noise, almost sounding like a party. Asher’s and Kate’s grandfather was there, the
Kate’s pov “So my brother is like this big thinker and I’m more of a do-er. So growing up I just annoyed the hell out of him. We fought a lot. I broke his finger and he pulled my arm out of the socket once. But now we’re okay.” Mic said. “You and Asher look close though. Amelia told me Asher always looked out for you.” I smiled and looked at Asher who was talking to Amelia. “We’re close. But I am the thinker and he follows his heart.” “Or his dick? I've heard some stories from Amy about that too.” Mic joked. I laughed, “both.” I then smelled a scent that I had grown to have a love-hate relationship with. The scent of cherries. I decided to focus on Mic, I didn’t want to make things awkward for Sierra. She was probably here to see Asher. I turned my head to look at Sierra and then tried to focus on Mic again, but apparently this girl was observant. “You like her.” Mic said. “Uhm. No,” I replied, sounding not convincing at all. “Yeah. You so like her.” Mic laughed. “But I take i
Trigger warning: suicide. Asher’s pov I have been ‘out’ of prison for almost a month now. I still can’t go to school or leave the damn packhouse. It’s a good thing the packhouse has a gym and a play room, because Goddess otherwise I’d be bored out of my brain by now. Sierra brings me stuff from school from time to time. The teachers come by the packhouse and I take my tests here, so at least I'm not behind. The teachers act like everything is fine. But I can see they’re scared of me. Even though the people that are closets to me know I didn’t do this, there are still a lot of people that think I did. Amelia is staying here and helping Easton. Helping might be a bit of a stretch, because I don’t feel like they’re doing anything. I am still here. There is still a killer on the loose and they still haven’t found the person who shot me. Kate and Sierra had been trying to find out more, but neither seem to have any luck. They talked to every one of my exes and that of Mark's. All his f
Kate’s pov Mic and I are becoming friends. She has suggested that we could be more, but I don’t think I’m ready. Well, suggested might be putting it lightly. She said, “before you find your mate, you can always practice on me.” That wasn’t a really subtle way to let me know that she was available for whatever I wanted. But I don’t think I am the type of person to just casually kiss or do other things with girls. I want something real. I don’t mind waiting for the right person to ‘practice’ on. Mic has been helping me with Leia too. Mic thinks Leia might be depressed and she told me to keep going to Leia, even if it’s just to sit next to Leia. To let Leia know I’m there for her. Sierra and Tyler have become closer though. I think he and Sierra are dating now? Sierra and I speak at school sometimes, mostly to talk to people about Asher and Mark. But we keep everything very business-like. Only talking about Asher. It’s clear we’re not friends at the moment. It’s almost like she’s ang
Asher’s pov I took a shower, feeling so stressed out about everything. I just saw another dead body, which made me remember Riker. It was just too much. So much had happened in a short period of time and I needed a break. I needed Leia. “You need her close,” Logan confirmed. I knew somehow that her being close would help us both. That just her scent would calm me down. And I needed to know she was okay. Especially after thinking it was Leia, who was hanging in that tree. It was only a second, but the thought replayed in my head. Was Leia capable of taking her own life? I really hope not. I heard Kate’s voice while I grabbed a towel, but then the door closed. She must have been looking for me. I opened the bathroom door, wearing a towel around my waist and walked to the closet to grab something. Shit, I must be really needing Leia close, because I was even imagining smelling her. It smelled a bit like Kate’s shea butter cream, but the more I sniffed the air, the more I thought it s
Aaro’s povI shouldn’t have said that, but it was the fucking truth. No matter how much this wasn’t Storm’s choice any more than it was mine, he was still going to mark me against my will. Maybe if things were different, then I would have chosen Storm as my mate.I always hoped I would find my true mate, but that ship had fucking sailed the moment I was bought. Maybe even before then—maybe the moment I was brought to the damn school. It didn’t fucking matter anyway.I saw how my remark hurt Storm, and all I could think of to make this better was to ask him to kiss me. I knew it fucking made me feel better. More than better. The orgasm he gave me was out of this fucking world, and I just wanted to make him feel good too.I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but he seemed to enjoy it, and to be honest, I was enjoying it too. I didn’t think having someone’s dick inside my mouth would be fun, but hearing Storm grunt and hold on to my hair and knowing I was the one doing it to him was a
Storm’s povI knew if I got pissed off, Aaro would stop telling me the truth, so I let her talk while inside of me a storm was raging. I wanted to go to the school and kill everyone who ever hurt Aaro. I wanted to destroy the entire school and get everyone out, but I knew I couldn’t. I was a fucking hypocrite. My father had bought Aaro for me and had funded the school for years. I didn’t realize where part of our money was going until I checked the books today. Our pack had been giving money to the Goldacres for decades. How could I say I would destroy the school if I still profited from it? If it wasn’t for the school, I wouldn’t have met Aaro.I wanted to be Aaro’s home, her safe place. She deserved that. Despite the fucked up situation she was thrown into, she was trying to do things her own way. She could have ignored my mother like the rest, but instead she decided to learn Dutch. The thing that bonded me and mam together. If Aaro was smart, she would have sucked up to Dad and R
Aaro’s povEve explained the phone to me, but I still felt like a fucking idiot using it. She was so patient with me, but I knew if others saw me fumbling with the phone, they’d think I was raised under a damn rock. Everyone used technology for everything, and I felt like I didn’t belong in this world.To be honest, I don’t belong here. I belong with my sister; I belong back home.But a part of me wished I did belong here. That I could give Storm what he deserved. He wanted a real person who didn’t have that many secrets, someone who could be themselves around him, and I wasn’t that at fucking all. I had to think before I spoke, because otherwise I could reveal the truth."I really am sorry, Aaro." Eve said again.I shook my head, "don’t be. I’ll be fine."Eve sighed, "it can be really hard sometimes, Aaro. I try to put on a brave face for Storm. I don’t want him to feel bad for me, but it’s really lonely for me. I miss my family and just having a life. Don’t get me wrong; if I had to
Storm’s pov"Aaro is bijna klaar; douchen liep een beetje uit. [Aaro is almost done; the shower took a bit longer than expected.]Mam laughed, "Ik zie dat jij ook ging douchen? [I see you took a shower as well?] She ruffled my wet hair."Dus? [so?]""Niks. Ik ben blij voor je. Ze is speciaal vind je niet? Ik durf het bijna niet te zeggen, maar misschien is zij je, - [Nothing. I am happy for you. She’s special, isn’t she? I am almost too scared to say, but maybe she’s your, -] " I stopped my mom from finishing her sentence."Mam zeg het niet dan! Fuck, je weet zelf wat pap zou doen. [Then don’t say it! Fuck, you know what Dad would do.]"My mother knew better than anyone what my dad thought of true mates, considering she was his. Dad and mom fell in love when they were seventeen. Love at first sight, she called it, and then my grandfather got killed and my dad turned into a paranoid asshole. Too scared of what a true mate meant. He wasn't just scared of losing half his soul if his true
Aaro’s povFucking phone. That stupid fucking phone. Phones didn’t used to be like this, were they? I remember mom and dad having a phone, and I sometimes watched videos on it or played a game. But this thing was totally different.I felt so fucking out of place. I knew nothing about this world. I guess that the school does this on purpose. Make sure to isolate the girls once they’re out of the school. Make sure we don’t know how to use technology to ask for help.We’re not supposed to tell anyone about the school, but even if we only wanted to help ourselves once we were out, we wouldn’t be able to. We had no one to turn to and no way to set up any support system. Maybe I should talk to Eve. She had been isolated, stuck inside this packhouse. She knows how it feels, and maybe she knows how to get out of here.I opened the stupid phone again, cursing at it."You better not fuck this up again. Send text to Eve.""Send text to Eve," the phone said."Do you want to join me and Storm for l
Storm’s povI put Aaro on my lap and let her eat."So what’s her deal?" Cara asked, mind-linking me."What do you mean?""She seems nice, but is she like the rest? Does she want you because of your title?"I laughed, "no, she isn’t like the rest. Not at fucking all. I don’t think she cares about becoming Luna at all.""Did she have any say in coming here? Did her parents force her?"I sighed, "she’s an orphan. It’s fucking complicated Cara, but she doesn’t really have a choice. So I’m trying my fucking best to make everything not suck as fucking much."Cara smiled at me, "you want her to like you."Aaro started giving me bites to eat, and although it surprised me, I let her. It was fucking adorable that she cared enough to feed me."She likes you already. She was straddling you, and now she’s feeding you!" Cara shouted inside my head.That kiss was amazing. And when Aaro started moving her fucking hips, I went insane. If Cara hadn’t stopped us, I don’t know what would have happened. Wh
Aaro’s povBrand was cool. He reminded me of my dad’s wolf, Logan. He was as fast as him, too. How would it feel to run as a wolf? Would I be that fast?It was easier around Brand because he didn’t talk to me and I didn’t have to pretend so hard.Even when I was myself, I still had to pretend. I couldn’t let anyone know my real name or identity. It wasn’t easy. I so badly wanted to tell Brand about Logan. I wanted to tell the girl in the orphanage more about Ero. And when we discussed our names, I really wanted to tell Peter what Aaro fucking stood for.It bothered me how scared everyone was. It was supposed to be like this. In my dad’s pack, people weren’t scared of us. And although my grandpa Os could be a bit scary, people respected him more than they feared him.Then he shifted back, and although Storm looked a lot better, like a whole fuckload better, I went back to pretending. Pretending that he didn’t look fucking good, and I wondered what it would feel like to touch him. Preten
Storm’s povI tried to get some work done, but my mind kept wondering about tonight. What would be a good date idea?"Let me meet her," Brand said."And then what, have a picknick? It’s fucking freezing outside.""Please?" Brand asked and I think it was the first time he said please to me."I’ll see what I can do, okay, buddy?"Dad had given me her tracker information, and I felt like a fucking stalker, tracking Aaro’s moves. She went from the hospital to the orphanages, to lunch somewhere, and then to one of the elders' houses.When it was around four, I just gave up on working and decided to pick up Aaro early. I'm sure she'd appreciate it; I couldn't imagine spending the entire day with Ruby.I went to the O'Hares' home and watched as Aaro spoke to a young boy. He must be one of the grandkids or great-grandkids of the O'Hares. Mister O'Hare was 104 years old and looked no older than 70.When the boy saw me, he bowed his head and seemed scared. It was such an obvious contrast between
Aaro’s povStupid fucking nightmare. I used to have them when we were younger. I would dream about Marco taking us away. We were asleep when he took us, but we woke up before he brought us to the man who transported us to the school.Doctor Marco had always been so kind to us, but suddenly he was cold. He ignored our cries, he ignored me begging him to let my sister go. In the end, he threatened to hurt Elora if I didn’t help him calm her down.He showed me bones and said they belonged to a girl, and if I didn't help my sister out of her pajamas and make her shut the fuck up, he could turn my sister into a bag of bones too.For years, I wondered what he needed the bones and the pajamas for. I thought he might have pretended it was one of us who died, so my parents wouldn’t come looking for us. Or my parents were dead themselves; there must have been a reason why they didn't find us. Auntie Kat was too smart to not see through Marco’s plan, I was sure. She was the smartest person alive;