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
She felt perturbed, alarmed—it felt as though she just walked into a death trap and she wasn’t going to escape. She hugged herself as they walked further into the pack. Looking down at her shoes, Aurora felt as if every single being was staring at her. She could hear her heart beating hard against her chest. Maybe he could also hear it—maybe it was why he just looked at her now and smirked, because it seems like he loves seeing her disturbed and anxious. Looking up for the first time, she noticed how they smile at him and wave hello to him. Some even joked around with him while some just waved from afar. How were they so cool with the wicked man, she thought. It was as though she wasn’t even there, and she liked how invisible she was to them. She wouldn’t want them to notice her, left alone know who she was. She wouldn’t want their hopes to get high because of her appearance in their pack. Kendrix always walks alone, except he wanted his omegas to be around or his beta. He didn’t ha
He stared at her for a moment, thinking how did he possibly let this girl to have the room to disrespect him. It made him angrier knowing he couldn’t do anything to her. He loved her too much to even punish her. He knows this wasn’t her real self. She was blindly in love with someone that might be against her kind and has the plan to terminate her and her entire family. “Fine, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t keep them waiting, its disrespectful,” he said, almost swallowing his tongue when he apologized. She scoffed, shaking her head. She knew he only said that so she wouldn’t embarrass him in front of his family. She wasn’t going to—she wasn’t that brutal and insane as he was. She hurriedly entered the bathroom, not wanting to think of how ridiculous the interior was in here. She looked at her face in the mirror and almost screamed, seeing mascara smeared all over her face. He was right, she wouldn’t want to meet them looking like a miserable widow. She washed up her face and cleaned her e
He walks out, holding his head up as though he wasn’t scared to death whenever he entered this death zone place they call home. He looks around as they glared back at him—he gulped hard. He felt their hot dagger eating him up, like they could read his mind and they could see how afraid he was. He knew they could hear his heart beating hard and they could use that to take advantage of him. But they dared not to touch him, they dared not to have the thought of eating him for dinner as he’s their hope, their way to save their pack and finally have a better life. Whenever he comes to Lumena pack, he wondered why he decided to help them. Why he was going against the werewolves he badly wanted to have their blessings from. Sometimes, he felt mortified whenever he remembered her. Whenever he remembered her innocent eyes and how she had zero thoughts behind them—how she has no intention of hurting him… maybe. But like they’ve told him, he has to get to them before they destroy him and his f
The sun burst through the window and danced along the room, illuminating everything it touched as if trying to say ‘good day’. She grimaced, trying to avoid the bright sun from bringing her awake but failed. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Blake had his arms around her like his life depended on her or she was going to escape from his hold. She smiled as she brought her fingers to his face and caressed his freckles. He looked so peaceful sleeping while sitting on the hard floor. Her soft fingers, cold woke him up and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He proximately smiled the moment their eyes met. “How did we sleep in here?” He asked, getting to his feet. The last thing he could remember was cuddling up into each other and saying nothing until they unintentionally dozed off. He helped her up and they exited the building. They began walking without even knowing exactly where they were heading. They both weren’t ready to say goodbye. It felt like if they part ways, it w
Four years earlier…“But when you put two and two together, you don’t really have to go anywhere,” she says and pursed her lips. He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her waist. He had to bent over to do that as she was short. She looped her arms around his neck and tip-toed to kiss him. He kissed her back, it was soft but urgent. He moved back and observed her face, she was smiling at him. She always smiled no matter how upset she was, no matter how gloomy the day was. He loved that about her—because she never lets a woeful day take over her smile no matter how bad it gets. “When will you be back?” She asked, staring up at him. She was hopeful that he was going to tell her he wasn’t going anywhere. He breathes in and exhaled, thinking of how he’d tell her he won’t be back until midnight. “I will try as much as I can to come home before midnight,” he told her. He saw the disappointment on her face but she still managed to smile and hugged him tighter. “You’re going to miss
It’s day nine or ten or maybe eight… she had lost count. She had lost count of the night Kendrix tried to mate with her or whatever he had in mind that night. She wasn’t sure—but it didn’t seem like he was up to any good. He was never up to good. She rolled over to the other side of the bed. It was also the last time she saw Blake. She knew he had came out looking for her several times but she never shows up. The last time she was out there was when she last saw Blake—the night the mend the bond Kendrix tried to demolish. She heaved a sigh of grief, unsure of what exactly she’s upset about. The only thing she knew was there are so many things to be angry about. Kendrix… her father…Though Kendrix haven’t showed up in her house since the night he came and took her to his pack. But it feels as if he was in her house—in her room. It felt like he was lurking in her closet and scrutinizing her every movement. She hates how he has gotten so much affect on her. How he is now a part of her
She took another bite of her meal, trying to avoid his gaze but it was so intense that she could feel it burning her heart. She hated the new norm between her and her father. They weren’t like this before. They were so close, bonded and loved each other so much. But now that Kendrix was in the picture, those moments were now just memories she doesn’t know whether she’d ever have them again. She heard the clattering of his spoon hitting the plate and she knew he was done eating while she had barely touched her food. Tonight was the first night she was eating together with her family in several days. She always eats in her room or even skip dinner. And now, her father had just reminded her why she needs to keep avoiding them until faith decides to take over. She hears him clear his throat, grabbing her attention. She slowly raises her head up and settle her tired eyes on him. He smiled at her and she felt slightly at ease. She only hopes that whatever he has to say now better be som