What is Asher's suprise?
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
Kate’s pov “So it seems Asher is dating Leia now?” I heard a girl say. “He must feel pity for her or something. It won’t last.” Her friend replied. “I know they say Asher’s didn’t kill her ex, but it does seem convenient that he’s dating Leia now that her ex is murdered.” The first girl said. “Yeah, the whole Bella being a psycho seems kind of out of character.” Ugh, I was stuck in this stupid toilet waiting for the girls to exit. I couldn’t go out. They were talking about my brother and my best friend. I could go out, but then I’d have to beat them up and I wasn’t in the mood for drama today. Things have actually gone pretty well the last three weeks. For one, Leia seems a lot better. She’s seeing Doctor Angela now and is taking anti-depressants. I asked what it felt like. And Leia had said, “it makes me feel fucking numb. Since I’m half werewolf, Angela has to figure out the right dose. But numb is better than being terrified or fucking exhausted all the time.” Asher and Lei
Sierra’s pov I’m happy for Asher and Leia. I really am. But I kind of miss talking to my best friend. Although I’m not sure, Asher is the person I could go to for boy problems. I have never dated anyone before Tyler, so Asher and I never had the chance to discuss anything like this. He didn’t talk about his love life, because it wasn’t so much as a love life, but more a sex life. And I didn’t need to know about his conquests. He has talked to me about Leia a bit, so maybe I could share about Tyler. It was worth a shot. Otherwise I would have to talk to my mom, brother or Kate about it and none of them seem to be the right choice. I didn’t want to discuss my love life with my family and I didn’t want to make Kate uncomfortable, we were finally getting along again. “Leia is doing her homework with Kate today, want to hang out?” Asher asked me after class. “Yes, loved to. Meet at my house or yours?” I replied. “Yours, I haven’t seen your brother and mom in ages.” Asher said. We drov
Leia’s pov So Asher and I are fucking dating. Me and Asher. He is dating me! Okay, I should be used to it by now right?! But I am fucking not. Maybe because I spend the first few weeks in therapy and under the influence of a high ass dose of anti-depressants. But Doctor Angela finally got the dose right and I feel like myself, just a bit calmer and numb. I sometimes still get fucking triggered though and I still have days I only want to stay in bed. But it’s only been a month, so maybe I should just take my fucking victories and be happy about that. It’s been a month since I started therapy and also a month that I asked fucking Asher Omari to kiss me. Since Asher loves to fucking tease me, I’m planning a little something to tease him back. Asher asked me to go to the packhouse after school, so I will finally get my revenge then. Asher drove us to the packhouse after school with his gorgeous fucking face. I can’t believe I get to kiss him every day. I’ve been thinking about doing mo
Kate’s pov “Honey, I know I’ve been focusing on Riker a lot. I’m sorry if I wasn’t really there for you,” Mom said. “It’s fine, mom. I’m okay.” Mom shook her head, “no, a lot has happened lately and I should have been there for you and Asher. I am so happy he has Leia and he feels like he can share with her. But that leaves you with half a best friend, that has to divide her time between you and Asher. And Sierra is dating Tyler too. I hope you still have some other people you can spend time with?” I shrugged, “I talk to Dani and Mic sometimes. I’m fine.” Mom didn’t seem to believe me, but she let it go. For now, at least. “How is Leia doing? She looks a lot better than she first did.” Mom said. “She’s okay, I think Asher is really helping and seeing doctor Angela has helped her too.” “Did you know I went through something like that? So did Meadow. If Leia ever wants to talk to someone who’s been there, we wouldn't mind talking to her.” Mom never said she went through anything
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;