Niylah's P.O.V.In the silent room, the alarm was the only sound highly blaring to wake me up. I stretched off to bed as a surge rose inside me, steady and fierce. Today was the day I had been waiting for. I went to the mirror and began to pat my face, blending the makeup in, giving my features more intensity, more definition. I wanted to be fully ready for what was to come.No sooner had I applied the last stroke of mascara than the door burst open and Ivory sauntered in, curling her lips up in that habitual smug smile. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, to watch me."Who are you trying to impress, Niylah?" she snarled.I didn't as much as glance in her direction, calmly placing the mascara back onto the table and giving myself one final glance in the mirror. I needed to remain steady, unmoved. After today, it will all be over."Your days are numbered, Ivory," I said, low but full of intent. "And soon enough, the whole world is going to know the real you."She laughed, a keen
The sound of Ivory screaming cut through the dumbfounded silence in the assembly hall; everybody froze, awaiting what was happening. After some seconds, all we could hear was just a loud thud, followed by silence again.The crowd erupted in whispers and murmurs as curiosity turned to concern."Is she hurt?" someone in the crowd muttered.I scanned the room, my eyes locking with Liam's, and for just a moment, I saw the tempest roil in those depths. Of everything I'd let slip, it seemed the bottom had fallen out of his world, but deep inside, I knew he needed answers. Answers only I could give him.I took a deep breath, steadying myself, nodding toward the door. "Liam, can we talk? Alone?"He hesitated but then gave a slight nod, following me from the Assembly Hall as the crowd remained too preoccupied with whatever commotion Ivory had caused.We stepped into an empty corridor and I turned to face him, nerves buzzing under my skin. He stared back at me, his face a mixture of hope and hu
Niylah's pov The air in that hall was thick, and nobody spoke for some time. The principal gaze swept icily around the scene before him—Liam and Henry bruised, breathing heavily; me still wrestling with the pull of my Alpha instincts, my arm still tingling from Henry's grip."What is going on here?" the principal asked once more, this time more sharply.I sharply drew one breath to calm the storm inside. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, but the truth was out now, and it could never be taken back. "Sir, it's over," I stated, firmly but calmly. "I'm done with Henry. Done with all of this. Can't keep pretending.Henry's face twisted in anger, but some of the defiance had leaked from his stance. "You don't get to just throw me away, Niylah," he spat, but there was no mistaking the desperation underlying his tone.Liam took another step forward. Bruises were still evident, but he held himself tall. "She doesn't owe you anything, Henry," he said, his tone clear yet quiet. "You lost
Niylah's POVThe door of my room shut softly behind me, and I leaned against it for a second, taking a deep breath and attempting to steady myself after all that had just happened. My heart still raced, and I could feel the rush of adrenaline that ebbed away slowly, leaving a mixture of exhaustion and relief.I felt that now I could almost breathe easy, almost settle into the quiet of my room and think over what had taken place. Then the moment my gaze fell toward the middle of the room, I froze.There, sitting on the edge of my bed, were Hilda and Ivory.Smug expressions were all but readable upon their faces; their very sight sent a chill crawling up my spine. I should've known. I should've known they weren't going to let me off that easily.Hilda's dark eyes locked with mine, her lips curling in a sneer. A little behind her, Ivory mirrored the cruel smile. They didn't even speak at first, just sat like they were waiting for me to make the first move, like somehow they already knew
Liam's P.O.V.The corridor was silent except for the sound of my footsteps, and the muffled chatter of students hanging around in corners farther down. My fists were clenched at my sides, my jaw clamped, and every nerve in me was ready to go. Too many days had been wasted watching Henry toy with Niylah, and his thinking he could just continue to walk all over her-thinking he could just claim her at any time-managed to boil my blood.I found him leaning against the wall beside the lockers like he didn't have a single care in the world. He was at ease, but there was something beneath that smug veneer-something dark. When he saw me approach, a smirk curled the corners of his mouth and he straightened, clearly enjoying this about as much as he could.Liam," he drawled, tone mocking. "To what do I owe this? pleasure?"I held his gaze, letting him see the anger simmering in my eyes. "We need to talk, Henry. About Niylah."His smirk grew, and he cocked his head to one side, feigning curiosit
LIAM'S POVThe assembly hall was full of students, their voices becoming one of a soft murmur of chattery and giggling. I sat next to Niylah, who was focused intently but calmly on the throng, with her hand just a few inches away by my side on the armrest between us. There was an uncanny feeling of peace that would wash over me whenever she was nearby as if the world could be an absolute catastrophe, but she was still locked in the ocean of it.Then, a light tap on my shoulder pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, expecting to see one of the guys or maybe a classmate from pack training, but the sight that met my eyes left me speechless.“Hello, Liam.”Evelyn Grant, my first crush, the girl I’d spent endless days and nights thinking about, the one who had once held my whole world in her hands.“Evelyn?” I managed to say, barely a whisper.She smiled, the same wry smile that I remember, a hint of a smile to a sward position as though she perceived some desired effect she was having on m
I felt the wave of melancholy wash over me, mixed with relief, as Evelyn walked away. The stirring of those memories was part of seeing her again, a sense of touching things I hadn't in so long, that I had thought were locked away. Yet, those memories seemed to be an echo from another life, a life I no longer wanted to hold onto. My eyes drifted to Niylah beside me. Her searching gaze was steady and warm, a sense of home.She didn't need to say anything. It was sufficient that her hand had touched mine, to put me in my place. I leaned into her, my fingers instinctively giving her hand a light press as if to reassure her that maybe this was where I was supposed to be: here, now, with her.The rest of the assembly passed in a blur, with all those announcements and speeches no person listened to. My mind kept wandering back to the strange encounter, that out-of-place reminder of a past I thought I had long since outgrown. I couldn't get Evelyn's words out of my head, especially: *"Some t
IVORY'S POVAnger bubbled in my skin, the small room a cell that confined me as I paced its length. Each step fell with frustration, echoing through and feeding the fury that twisted in my gut. It had been days since Niylah shamed me before everybody, yet somehow the image of her smug face still wouldn't leave my head.“Enough is enough," I muttered to myself, stopping in front of the window. I balled my fists full of the urge to shatter something-anything-just to let out the pent-up rage. However, breaking things wasn't going to sort this out. What I needed now was a game plan-something that would hurt her where it hurts.A gentle rap at the door swept me from my reverie, and Hilda slipped inside. Dark eyes sparkled roguishly as if she already knew what was about to come from my mouth. Hilda had been my closest friend forever. She alone could understand things about me that nobody else ever did, and more importantly, she shared my deep-seated aversion toward Niylah."I'm guessing you