I really like what Kate did for Asher and Leia. Hope you did too. Next chapter will be from Asher's pov. Let's see how he reacts to everything. I'd love to visit the US sometimes. but my bf is scared to go. he's black and with all the shootings in the news, it sounds like a scary place to go. it's weird. As a white person I didn't really think about these things, but now since I've been with him, we have to consider where we go on holiday. he gets stopped more at airports in some countries, gets asked questions, while they just let me go, even though we're walking together. last time we came back they asked me if he was my husband, without even looking at him. we were there with our kids. who else would he be?!
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
Trigger warning. Depression. Suicidal thoughts. Self-harm. Leia’s pov I feel like shit. It’s the only fucking way to describe it. Some of it was the pain, my ribs, fingers and wrist hurt at first. But when I started to heal, I missed the pain. The pain distracted me from my fucking thoughts. And they were getting darker every fucking minute. The only way to stop myself from thinking these things, was to sleep. I was so fucking tired anyway and sleeping was like disappearing for a while. Everything was too much. I wasn’t paying attention at school, but mom and dad were forcing me to fucking go. I couldn’t concentrate, I could barely fucking function. When I did have time to think I would replay every fucking thing in my head. I would think about hurting myself, anything to stop myself from feeling so fucking bad. This whole fucking mess was my fault. I stayed with Mark. I didn’t fucking see what he was, even when everyone warned me. I made that stupid fucking pact to begin with. An
Asher’s pov Leia fell asleep on top of my chest and when I woke up she practically covered my entire body with hers. I didn’t mind at all. “She is helping you. You sound better already.” Logan said happily. I did feel a lot calmer and I could actually sleep with Leia around me, but I was pretty sure that seeing a girl hung up on a tree, wasn’t something I would forget so easily. Not to mention everything that happened before. Leia was still asleep on top of me. I wondered if she had nightmares too. And why she slept so much. I hoped she would stay longer. Cyrus didn’t seem to mind and maybe I could help Leia too. I breathed in her scent and softly traced lines on her back and arms. Her skin was so soft. I loved how it looks against mine. “Like chocolate and vanilla,” Logan joked. When Leia woke up she got off me right away, looking mortified. “Sorry, fuck. I used you as a fucking pillow. Did I fucking drool on you? So sorry.” I laughed loudly, “I didn’t mind it one bit. You ca
Kate’s pov Leia has been staying at the packhouse for almost a week now. She says it’s just because she’s too lazy to go home, but I’m sure she’s pretending to not want to be here, because she’s been looking a lot better. She’s actually eating too and her hair isn’t starting to turn into one big dreadlock anymore. Mom and dad gave her a spare room to sleep in. I think Cyrus doesn’t really like his little girl sleeping with a guy. Even if it is Asher. But every morning I see her door open and I know where she has really been sleeping. Asher is looking better too. The bags under his eyes are gone and he’s smiling more. Today he asked me for some help to surprise Leia. I have never seen Asher be this way around a girl, beside Sierra, Amelia and me. But with Leia he’s different. He is so sweet around her, but also very strict. He is making her eat and shower. He’s been driving her to school and back. Goddess, if he could he would sit with her in class. Everyone at school is behaving
Sierra’s pov I’ve been dating Tyler. We’re taking things slow and he’s a great guy. In a few months’ time we’ll find out if he’s my mate or not. He would be a great mate. He is sweet, he doesn’t mind that I have a bigger career in my future than he does and he is a great kisser. We haven’t done anything more yet, although I feel like we could soon. There is a part of me that holding back for some reason. Maybe it’s the same part that gets angry every time I see Mic and Kate hang out. Mic is always touching Kate and they seem so happy together. That should make me happy too right? But it doesn’t. It pisses me off. I’m sure Mic is nice and all, but I just want to beat her up, every time I see her stupid face. I guess I just want better for Kate. Mic isn’t good enough. Yeah, that must be it. I’m angry every time I see Kate. Angry at her for choosing Mic, for getting over me so quickly. She used to have this big crush on me for years and in like a few days it’s just gone?! And she choo
Leia’s pov I have no fucking clue why I let Asher, Kate and Sierra to this whole make-over for me. It wasn’t like it would fucking work. Like Mark said, no amount of lipstick would stop me from being a pig. Not a real fucking pig of course, I was well aware that I was not thick enough. I didn’t have fucking boobs or an ass. I might as well be a fucking boy, I was the same size as a twelve year old anyway. Stop it, Leia! I told myself, trying to focus on Asher’s hand on my scalp. I had loved staying here. Asher made me eat, he would help me with everyday tasks that were too hard for me and he was so sweet. Like too fucking sweet, I didn’t deserve that. It was my fault Asher was even in this whole mess. He said I was here to help him, but I didn’t do jack shit. All I did was sleep in his bed and let him take care of me. Maybe taking care of me made him feel better? Like he would feel like a fucking hero, rescuing the poor abusive victim? Nah, that doesn’t sound like Asher. Every nig
Asher’s pov Goddess, Leia looked too good with her new hair. And then she stood in my room in just her underwear. I wanted to touch her, wanted to put my mouth on her little pink nipples and make her moan my name. But she wasn’t ready. “We will have her, one day.” Logan said reassuringly. He had more confidence than I did. But for now I just wanted Leia to be well. Too feel good about herself. After we ate dinner together, we crawled into bed and she placed her red hair on my chest. Sorry, burgundy. It’s all the same to me, but it looked really good. “Goodnight, princess.” I said as I kissed the top of her head. “I’ll miss you when you go home tomorrow.” Leia turned as red as her hair. She almost whispered, “me too.” “What did you say, Leia? I didn’t hear you,” I teased her. “You fucking heard me. Now go to sleep.” She growled. “That’s my girl.” I said laughing. She wasn’t mine. But I wanted her to be, so badly. She didn't contradict me though. We fell asleep and I had no ni
Leia’s pov My mom practically ran towards me when I arrived back at the farm. She must be really fucking excited to see me. It made me feel guilty for thinking about hurting myself. Mom, dad and I talked for a while until I left for my room. I told them about the week. How I had slept a lot. How Asher had forced me to eat and shower like some fucking prison guard, but a nice one. Which made dad laugh and how they gave me make-over. I didn’t tell them shit about sleeping in Asher’s bed every night though or the conversations we would have together. I don’t think dad and mom knew what Mark had done to me. They knew he had hurt me, but not the rest. Nothing really happened, but it was going too. And well, fucking hell. It felt silly that I was so fucking traumatized, by something that almost happened. But I was scared shitless that night. Goddess, don’t start thinking about that now. There were a lot of people that cared for me. I fucking realized that this week. Kate, my kitty Kat, m
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;