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,
My gaze wandered around the room, and the only person who caught my eye was Henry. I never expected him to be there, out of everyone. As they bombarded me with questions, I realized for the first time that people cared about me. Besides my family, they genuinely cared. It was a new experience for me to see people showing concern. "I'm okay, but... who are all of you?" I asked, taking them by surprise. I knew my question would throw them off guard. "What do you mean?" Alexandra inquired, and her expression made me burst out laughing. They all let out a relieved sigh. Did they really think I had amnesia? Could a simple stone to the head erase my memory? “Why would you joke like that? Do you know how worried we were?” Liam scolded, lightly slapping my arm. I winced, sitting down on the bed. Alexandra sat beside me, gently rubbing my back. "I'm sorry, this is my fault," she admitted, her face contorted in anger. "I'll deal with him tomorrow, I promise," she vowed through clenched te
Henry’s POV. I climbed into the car, feeling the weight of loneliness settling in. It's strange how being alone usually feels comforting, but today, it's just not the same. The reply she gave me at the hospital hit me hard. I was only trying to understand her feelings, and her response felt like a stab in the back. Today has been dragging on, each moment feeling heavier than the last. I can't help but think I'll regret every single decision I made. From turning her down to pushing myself on her, from walking into the hospital to asking about her, every step feels like a misstep. As I let out a soft breath, the loneliness wraps around me like a heavy blanket. Even my best friend seems to have drifted away to her. I can't shake off the feeling of how hard it's going to be to fall asleep tonight. The memories of the hospital and every scent I endured keep replaying in my mind, making the loneliness even more palpable. I started the car, and my heart skipped a beat when someone opene
"I'm dead serious. I freaking love you!!!" She screamed, causing me to step on the brake and the car to stop moving. With wide eyes, I turned to her, and she smiled wickedly before moving closer, and in that instant, her lips crashed onto mine. **** I couldn't believe what just happened. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with confusion. Xandra, my supposed sister, had just kissed me out of nowhere. It was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying and shocking. I pushed her away, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the heck, Xandra?" I shouted, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and hurt. "You're my sister! What were you thinking?" Xandra's response was not what I expected. Instead of apologizing or explaining herself, she burst into laughter. It was a laugh that sent chills down my spine, a laugh that seemed to come from a dark and twisted place. It echoed through the car, bouncing off the Glass like the cackle of a crazy witch. I couldn't comprehe
Niylah’s POV I couldn't help but feel consumed by thoughts of Henry. The rejection still lingered, and it seemed like the bond between us was unbreakable. Maybe it was just overthinking, or perhaps it was because he was the one who took my virginity. Whatever it was, I knew deep down that it wasn't the mate bond. I had promised myself that I would confront him tomorrow, and take legal action if necessary. And yet, here I was, standing in his house, maybe even inside his room. Who knows? As soon as he closed the door, a surge of determination washed over me. I couldn't believe I was still wearing the gown that had been stained with blood. It was a constant reminder of the pain and vulnerability I had experienced, I quickly took off the cloth and tossed it on the floor. Although it was my first time in his house, I couldn't ignore the familiar path leading to the bathroom. I turned to face it, hoping to find some solace in the running water. But just as I was about to take a step
I eye her going to Xendra's rooms. I don't know why I can't take my eyes off her body. I was surprised when she came out of the room putting on my favorite clothes. I still couldn't help but grin at my idea. I've sworn to myself, I would not glare at her when she's going back to my room. I don't want to induce any disarray. But I don't know why I'm groping desirous, with the thought of her going to Xandra’s room cause I knew she was only going there to ask about Alex. I don't know why he likes Alex cause even without her telling me, I knew she appreciates him which I badly despise. She's my mate and she belongs to me, I know I've rejected her but I still couldn't let go of her, don't know if it's the mate bond or if it was just my desire. My lust for her? I will make sure I find my answer tomorrow. I will go to my dad tomorrow, maybe he held some unfolds words to my mate bond cause I still couldn't understand why I could still feel the mate bond despite rejection or maybe i
It was time for my dad to reveal the secret about my mate when a sudden knock interrupted us. My mum entered the room, curious about our serious expressions. "What's going on? You both look deep in thought," she said, closing the door behind her. "Dad..." "It's nothing," I tried to speak, but my dad's serious tone stopped me. "The Alphas are waiting for you," my mum mentioned, looking intrigued. "I'll be down in a jiffy," he replied, and my mum left the room. "Son," my dad called, turning to me, "what you're feeling is beyond the mate bond. It's more powerful, and if your mate isn't by your side, it's dangerous... We'll talk more later in the evening; I have to go now," he said, patting my shoulder before leaving. I sat on the bed, trying to understand my dad's words. What did he mean by stronger than the mate bond? Is there a hidden story behind this? Looking at my watch, I saw it was almost 10. I quickly got ready; classes started at 10 AM. As I left the room and stepped int