Niylah’s POV. The next morning, I slowly open my heavy eyes, and everything is blurry. The house I'm in is all white, maybe I'm in heaven. I can't help but close my eyes at the thought of being in heaven. The last time I saw my family was the day I packed my bags and came to school. It's so sad. I regret coming to school now. They didn't even let me have a peaceful day. Tears well up in my eyes, and I let them flow freely without fully opening my eyes. I still can't believe I'm dead now. If only Henry had helped me yesterday, maybe I'd still be alive, maybe in pain, but it would be better than this. I just hope that whatever Henry did to me, someone rewards him threefold. "Won't you open your eyes?" I hear a voice, and I instantly know it's the grim reaper ready to take me to the afterlife. I refuse to open my eyes; instead, I let my tears stream down my cheeks, feeling the warmth of each one. “Why are you crying?” I heard the voice again, and I wonder why he was asking such a q
Henry’s POV. I watch her amid the crowd, I feel like a coward for leaving her to die last night. I knew what I did was wrong, so I went back to save her yesterday, but she was no longer there. Perhaps someone helped her. Seeing her now confirms that, especially with Alex beside her. He must have helped her. Alex, my nephew, and I are like night and day, never seeing eye to eye. I wonder about the relationship between him and Her, my mate. I watch her As she explained herself to her roommates, I chose not to intervene. I'm just glad she's safe. As I turn to leave, a loud slap echoes. I can't help but turn back. She's on the floor, holding her cheeks. It's hard to figure out who slapped her as they all look like hungry lions. I didn't plan to intervene, but step in won't be bad, I only wanted to ask her how she was feeling, but when she bumped her head on my chest, something changed inside me. My heart raced, and I couldn't figure out why. She glared at me with hatred, a feeling
NIYLAH’s POV. "That jerk," I muttered as Henry's voice boomed through the speaker, publicly rejecting me. I had already accepted his rejection yesterday, so why the need for a loud announcement today? I glared through the vacant class I am in, Standing by the window, I peered out at the school, hearing the whispers of the students. It seemed like my life had become the talk of the town. "Why the loud announcement again? I guess he hates me more than I thought," I said, trying to connect with my Wolf. "No, he doesn't hate us. We hate him. You and I both despise him. It's tough facing all this when you're so soft," my Wolf replied, and tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly wiped it away. I've promised myself I won't shed tears, no matter what that jerk throws my way. I turned around, and this time the door burst open, revealing Liam. I felt like jumping on him; I hadn't seen him all day, and it felt like an eternity. He came in with a smile that held a hint of sadness. Even without
Henry’s POV After sharing a steamy moment with Ivory, she returned to meet her friend, keeping our relationship private for security reasons. I only confided in Liam about my relationship with Ivory because I trusted him to keep my secret safe. As I walked down the hallway towards the first class of the day, I approached the corner where I needed to turn to reach the classroom. I spotted Liam and Alex coming out from a class on the left row, engaged in a lively chat. My ears couldn't help but catch snippets of their conversation, which revolved around none other than my supposed mate. I know announcing the rejection through the speaker is quite out of it but I don't want to care but hearing what Liam and Alex are saying makes me wonder how hurt it could be. Although I had decided not to care, but overhearing Liam and Alex made me ponder the potential hurt it might cause. Despite my vow not to be affected by her, a part of me felt the urge to apologize to her. I sensed a stirring w
Niylah's POV. Losing my virginity unexpectedly in a fleeting moment left me in disbelief. I anticipated Henry's contempt and avoidance, never imagining he could treat me this way. Losing my virginity in such an inappropriate setting, with someone I considered my enemy, was a shock. I feared Henry's reaction and wondered if this is how wicked he is. My body feels so weak, unable to move. I'm sitting on the floor, blood on my clothes, glaring at Henry. If I knew how to end his life right now, I'd do it. The tension between us is palpable. Henry sits with his head down, not looking up since he let go of me. Was he content after satisfying his desires? No one forced him to assault me. If I could escape, I'd sue him for assault without a second thought. But would anyone believe me? Do I have anyone to support me? Tears keep streaming down my face, soaking my clothes. It feels like we've been stuck like this for almost 8 hours. The thought of facing the outside world is daunting. Wha
HENRY’s POV. I don't know what came over me, why did I force myself on her? Why did I feel like I owned her an explanation? Why did I think I committed a great sin by sleeping with her? Why did I feel the need to protect her? Why did I believe my only response was to protect her? And most importantly, why did it feel like I had known her for a decade? I know myself, I despise her. I vowed to always keep my distance from her, but now I can't get her off my mind. It's so crazy, right? Walking through the alley, heading straight to where I parked my car, I wanted to forget about her, even just for a minute. I wanted to go back to my old self. But no matter how hard I tried, I ended up inhaling loudly, feeling frustrated. Getting inside my car, slamming the door hard, my phone rang. I took it out to check the caller, and it was Liam. I inhaled before sliding the green button. "Where are you?" He asked through the speaker. "Still at school, but I'll be home soon," I replied with a slo
NIYLAH’s POV. I wonder what's going on with him, acting all lovey-dovey after forcing himself on me. I know I'm acting too cool, but what can I really do? Should I call the police? Or maybe go to the station with this clothes as evidence to prove my innocence. Just the thought of it lifts my spirits. I might seem helpless now, but I know there's evidence with the cloth on my neck. But wait, I don't even know which police station to go to. Standing in the middle of the road, scanning back and forth as if I'm expecting someone. "There you are," I hear from behind, and I quickly turn around. "Jack!" I call out as I see him, a wave of fear washing over me. I start walking backward as he moves closer, a wicked smile on his face. I can sense something sinister in his eyes. "You can't escape from me, you know," he says, as his hand grips my waist and pulls me closer, our chests meeting, and our eyes locking. I struggled, “Let go of me,” I said, attempting to break free, but his grip was
His words took my breath away, and I couldn't help but wonder, was he speaking the truth? Could he truly hear my thoughts? "You're joking, right?" I managed a smile as he took a step closer, our chests almost touching. I could hear his heart racing - was it because of me? "Being near you allows me to hear your thoughts, especially that night... the black mask," he explained. Memories of our first meeting flooded back, but I struggled to grasp his intentions. "I heard your mind that night, which led me to you when you needed help. I only wanted to listen to your heart, but I found you unconscious. That's why I want to stay close, to understand and hear your thoughts," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. I took a step back, my head spinning as I gazed at him in disbelief. "Don't be surprised, kitty," he said, ruffling my hair before turning to face Alexandra, who seemed intrigued but unable to decipher our unspoken connection. She gave me a sharp look, her lips pouted,