The hospital was nothing like the one he was used to back home, where the receptionist was more plastic than the purified water dispenser. Here, there was no openness, no space, nothing shines or has the smell of disinfectant. Instead, the way in is down a long hallway so narrow that if a wheelchair or trolley were to come to other way, he’d have to dip into a side room to let it go by. The walls were once painted, he could tell that from the cream flakes that remained, though mostly they show the grey undercoat or perhaps the concrete beneath that. The floor was uneven from so much traffic with both feet and wheels, and it’s darker than a mausoleum. The air was stagnant like it had just went into pit. There was no hand sanitizers on the walls, how they prevent the spread of germs here, he wonders—possibly they don’t. From ahead come muffled voices, some angry, some placating. He bite down on his lip, it wasn’t going to be fun here. In one hand, he had a bag of burger and fries,
He caused this upon himself. He bought this contempt, therefore he has to chew it and eat it up. If he had not showed up in front of her home, he had minded his business and pretend as though he didn’t see her walking out from the woods, she wouldn’t have had the audacity to slap him for shoving his nose in her business. He nodded his head and swallowed the painful lump blocking the air passing through his throat. He looks at her with an unsatisfactory countenance. She shifts back, her heart pouncing against her chest. She looked so frightened as though she was facing her death. She would actually face it if she was just a normal Omega that had just laid hands on him. He turned on his shoes and walked away from the scene. He couldn’t utter anything to her after what she had just done. He wasn’t angry, he was disappointed. He didn’t know why but he felt disappointed. Maybe because she reminded him of her. Maybe he sees her whenever he saw Aurora. It made him feel like she was the
“What’s really happening Blake? You have completely changed. This isn’t the boy I knew back in Virginia. Are you depressed?”Blake sent a quizzical look his parent’s way. He dropped his fork and got to his feet, picking up his backpack. “You better sit back down, Mister. Because we’re not done talking. Your mother is talking to you and you will sit your filthy ass down and listen to her,” Mr. Cooper clamored. Blake halted and slowly turned. He looked at the both of them in disbelief. They’ve been on his neck for the past few weeks, asking ridiculous questions like why does he go to bed early or why does he frequently eat dinner in his room. These are one of the reasons why he couldn’t wait to save enough to move out of the house. He loves them but they annoy him so much that it made him feel the urge to leave the house and never return. “If I spend another five minutes here, I’d be late for work,” he said calmly. He didn’t want to fight anymore. “And for the last time, mom. I am n
“Happy Birthday, sweetheart!”Aurora giggled excitedly as she tried to keep her eyes open. She had just woken up from sleep and the room was too bright for her sleepy eyes. “Thanks, mom.”“These are for you and there’s someone that wants to see you out in the living room,” Azzura said, handing her the bouquet of roses. “These are from your father,” she added when Aurora wouldn’t budge. She grabbed the bouquet as she smiled. “They’re beautiful,” she commented, sniffing the fresh picked flowers. “And who is in the living room, if I may ask.” She had an empty vase in her room. She unwrapped the roses and filled the vase with it. “It’s not Kendrix and hurry up. He doesn’t have all day to waste.” Azzura left the room. Aurora breaths out as she grabbed her robe and headed to the bathroom to freshen up first. Few minutes later, she sauntered out and headed to the living room. From the corridor, she could hear the familiar voice and laughter. “Wait…” she mumbled, just as she approached th
She stared at the ceiling as though it had suddenly developed a new feature. If there’s anything, she couldn’t actually tell the color. There was an aura of grey around her. It was a fog that wouldn’t rise or fade. A single tear rolled down her temple. She spun to her side and faced the window. It has been raining all day and Aurora has been in bed for as long as she could remember. Soon, her face felt terribly wet, as though she was standing in a blowing gale. Her eyes were puffy from crying for the last five days. She was dehydrated, and her entire body was sore. She had tons of good memories that she could never forget even if she tried to. But, how was it that the pain outweighed the treasured memories?She hates how she was feeling. She hates what she was going through and why she was in that position. The pain was unbearable. The tears rushed down nevertheless, non-stop even after she tried to stop it. No one should be able to cry as much as she had done for the past five days
Blake stood there, horror-stricken by the sight of Aurora in a werewolf form. A form he exactly looked like now. He shifts back slowly but he couldn’t turn around and run away. He was stunned and frightened at the same time that it made it difficult for him to process everything at once. First Kendrix shows up out of nowhere, second, he was spilling secrets and now Aurora was standing in four feet that he never in his wildest dreams thought she could do that. How could she stand on four feet? He could only push his claws out and grow some hair out and get a slight change on his face. But here she was changing into a complete wolf. His chest was heaving up and down—he wanted to run as far away as he could. It wasn’t because he was afraid of her… everything was too much for him to process at the moment. Before he could blink, she had returned to her normal form and walked over to him. “Blake,” she called out softly, trying to calm his panic. He shook his head briskly as he moved
“A Human?” Alpha Anakin roared at the top of his voice. “How dare you think of mating with a human!” His voice was so loud, so thunderous that she couldn’t concentrate on what he said. He became a different man. His eyes had warped into a miserable black. “I taught you to be better than this. You are better than this.”She knew her father was going to be angry when he finds out, but she never thought he’d be this angry. His anger made her to lose all her confidence but she wasn’t going to show him her weakness even though he could read her like book. She stood tall before her father; her arms folded across her chest just to avoid him from seeing how she was trembling. “I think Kendrix missed out the part where Blake is our kind now…”“I don’t bloody care what he is! I don’t give a damn if he’s an alpha and he has his own pack. His whole family are goddamn humans and no child of mine would ever mate with a human!” His clamored at the top of his voice as he paced back and forth. “Let’
She hates how see-through she was—how he could just read her by her effects, her expressions. She always tried to stay calm whenever she was around him but it was impossible. It wasn’t because he makes her weak or gives her butterflies, no—he was unpredictable and could do the most unmanageable things. Her heart was racing, her breathing was shallow. He smirked, still strolling around her room and touching her things—he sensed that she was tensed and his presence was making her perturbed. But he doesn’t seem to care that she wasn’t contented with him being in her room. She watched as he picked up a bottle of perfume from her dressing mirror and sprayed decent amount on the back of his wrist. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. “Lavender… smells just like you. I love it,” he commented. She furrowed her brows, feeling the urge to pin him down and draw her sharp claws over his fine face. She hates how she just thought he was fine. He has a good-looking face, she couldn’t argue with