Hesther’s POV My brother and my so called friends call me Queen Bee for fun. Zayn calls me that becaue he thinks that I am using the family money and fame to get people do what I want them to do. Essentially, dear Zayn is correct. What he does not know was that, I was more than that. I never hid the fact that I dislike him. I let him feel that whenever I had the chance. I hate it that he is favored than I am. So what does little Hesther do? Spend daddy’s wealth on shopping and worthless items. I do not need them, but I love making daddy’s wallet bleed. He does not bleed of curse. It will take more than a new car to dent his account. And here we are. I used to be number two and now that this Maxine Shepard has arrived, she is automatically number one and Zayn drops to second, and that leave
“Quentin, how long before we see Max?” The coffee mug that he was holding in his hand rattled. He was shaking. Of anger. Quentin had long dreamed of having the grand child he missed seeing growing up , it was not longer than twenty minutes that she had been in his side and Betty had the audacity to ask that ridiculous question. “What kind of question is that?” “Are we allowed to visit?” Teresa asked. “You are but only if I see it fit.” “That is insane!” Betty screamed in horror. “She is here to train. What do you think is this place? Her boarding school? She needs to focus and having you two around, hovering will not be good for her training. “Not good for her.” Teresa scoffed. “ Or not good for you?” “Marcus!” A massive bulk of a man dressed in black suit
Max’s POVFour knocks.“Hey, Max. Your grandfather wants me to inform you that training begins at one in the afternoon. See you down in the arena.”I did not say a word.“If I were you, wear something more appropriate for training.”That was Hesther.Obviously, grandfather had no inkling to the delay. He was very eager to begin my training. What do I expect to happen later?I lay there in the carpeted floor and stare at the ceiling. There was a huge bed that looked very comfy but I do not want to risk to be asleep and cram on preparations. Tje floor will do. I need to think of what I am doing with my life. At this very moment, at the mere thought of the word training, I wanted to run outside and leave for good. “God, what am I doing here?”Asking myself did not do anything nor did it proved useful. First, I do not know an
“You cannot be serious!” Max screamed to her grandfather, for in her mind, training usually starts with basic introductions to punching. Well sort of. In school, they show the basicsml. Theoretical first and then comes the actual thing. Quentin Black did not share her idealism. “The Rogues will not wait until you are ready to defend yourselves.’’ Quentin said. He raised up her gloved hand and gestured his man to take their positions. They surrounded the three of them. Max looked around and panic started to engulf her. Hesther was not even bothered and Zayn was as calm as the sea. Maybe because they were trained since they were little. But her? She know nothing about violence. She was a law abiding citizen and she is a big believer of peace.Obvs, no one cared about that. If she survives this day, she will have to scold her moth
Quentin Black could not believe his own eyes. Even Hesther, who, after being called out of the battleground became interested in the unexpected turn of events. In front of all of them stood a silver wolf. It’s hair was translucent almost shining and it is very angry right now. It’s sharp fangs are all on display and its eyes are blue and it’s wolf aura was now a blazing blue. The people in the shack went still as the waters of the sea before a tsunami. They all cannot believe what they are all seeing right now. Twenty meters. That was distance of the wolf from where Max was standing a split second ago. Max was gone. “Did she just?” Hesther broke the amusement. “Yes, she sure did.” “That is impossible. No one managed t
Max stood in the middle of the arena. Drenched in sweat but she was not exhausted. She was rather feeling exhilarated. All her senses were working a thousand times better and sharper. She looks around her and sees the limp bodies that she had just thrown like rag dolls that were unwanted. The rest of them were still in their wolf form, too tired to transform back. She was searching for Zayn. Max found him lying on his back. With bruises and wounds all over his pretty face. She walked towards him, avoiding to step over any more men. She had done enough damage today. “Zayn..” He was passed out. “Aw, pretty boy did not see you bring down the house.” Hera said. “You and I will sort things out,okay?” “Over milkshake, or else, we won’t be talking.”
“Well that was a blast.” That statement came from one of the four house staffs that were stationed to serve the watchers in the shack. The fight was now over and Quentin was on the phone. He was far away from Hesther and the rest , so they cannot hear what he was talking over to the person on the line.“Was it?” Hesther asked, obviously pissed out that Max was getting all the attention.“Yes, Miss Randolf.” One woman had the nerve to talk back. The staff at the villa did not like her here and she was well aware of the fake warm welcome that she was getting. It was all because she was with her brother and as usual, Zayn is better favored than anywhere else. She needed to blow off steam.She then picked up her gears and headed towards the villa. Away from any eaves droppers, she calls someone.“I’ll be there in an hour. I need you. Yes, the bitch had successfully transfo
Zayn woke up with every ounce of his body in pain. His vision was blurry and he could hear voices. He could hear a voice of a woman in close proximity to him and two other male voices. One was his father’s and on belonged to the Quentin Black. He could feel his body slowly regaining back tje strength and agility it had lost during the battle. He hope Max did not suffer the same injuries he had. He passed out soon enough to find out. They were in a heated argument.“You! You told me that it will be alright! You and your ways!You have almost cost me a son! ““Calm down, he is alright. Minerva is the best healer and you know her.”“I know Minerva’s abilities. I do not have doubts on her, it is you I have a problem with!”" For f*cks sake, he is alive!" "What if he died in battle? What would you do?" Gustav was not having any of the excuses that Quentin Black was offering. He waw too
Funny how I look back and look at myself in the mirror now. I did not want to go here. I even considered leaving my mom in the car that day. I am just glad that I did not do that. Because if I did, I have never known how much my parents loved me that they had to do selfless acts of love to keep me.Now, my standard with love is high. If you can’t be loyal to me like my mother or if you cannot lay down your life for the people you hold close to your heart--that is not love. Nit even fucking close.My father was now back in our life. He was no longer disheveled and he had gained weight because my grandmother never stopped cooking for him. Every day, Betty Shepard never fails to get up in the morning to bake or hunt for game so Clayton will get better. I honestly think that we all gained weight too. No one can resist my grandmother’s cooking. It will take sheer will power and on hell of determination to do so. He looks way,way better now. He looks like the man in the portrait in the vill
Max’s POVI had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy. After consuming it, I instantly felt better and my bruises and small scrapes vanished almost instantly. It did not taste good, but most medicines do not. And that us a fact. My mother left me with her care because she had to make sure that I will be given a lot of nourishment for dinner tonight. I am well aware that the kitchen will be very busy tonight with the turn up of guests and the number of men in the infirmary. They will all be needing nourishing as much as I do. Knowingmy mother, she will personally see to it that I will be served first. Teresa , unfortunately, how magnificent her battle strategy and
The heavy iron door creaked open. I did not expect any visitors today. It was my half brother together with Vlad, the leader of the Rogues. To what I owe the pleasure of an unprecedented visit, I did nit fully understand. And just when I thought that my little hell could not fit any more evil creature, a tiny woman slithered in. I do not recognize her, but seeing that she was clinging into Vlad’s arm like a viper, my instincts tell me that she was with them, not forced or coerced. The child was no more older than my Max. This girl should not even be here. “This place stinks, oh, is this who I think he is?” The girl sounded giddy and very young. “Yes, Hesther.The famed Constantine Clayton Black.” Vlad confirmed. So, her name is Hester. This was the first time that Vlad allowed my cell to be opened and for other ‘guests’ inside. He would normally have me dragged outside whenever he fancies beating me up. But , over the years , they also had developed a way with me. They would starv
I hear a woman's voice. I know that voice. “Max.”"Max." I woke up. Somehow, I do not remember signing up for a nature trip. Everything that I see was either green or colorful. Or colorful flowers that I have never seen. I even saw some that were impossibe to grow in a climate like Alabama. This is a wonderful garden. I do not recall the villa to have this garden. If it had a garden as beuatuful as this one, I am sure that Elsa could have at least mentioned its existence to me. It had beautiful gardens and landscapes but it was nothing compared to this. All that is missing is good book and a hammock. Ah. My flesh seemed so light and free. Damn, I was wearing a tunic. It was soft, flowing and it smelled really great. Hang on, I just remembered that I was in a battle and I made Hera work with me. My stomach felt like I had lead in it and my throat was parched.“Am I ---”“Dead?”Pinch me, I just saw Hera. I know it was her even if I did not, even once saw her in her human form. She
Through a number of arms and legs that try to attack me, I could still see Zayn behind me. He was an excellent fighter having been training since he ad first learned to walk, but he was not a hybrid like me. My stamina is worth a hundred fold than any of these men who were attacking me. I tried to block some and pushed many. As much as possible, I did not want to hurt them as they were just obeying orders from the alpha’s and were clearly motivated by the price on my head.“Zayn?! You good?” I screamed at him while giving a massive bloke an uppercut to stop him from trying to hug me from behind.“Yeah! You?” I saw his bruises and cuts. And one attacker had transformed into a wolf and cut his arm with his claws. That was the fucking it for me. I transformed into my wolf and attacked everyone near Zayn. He was bleeding profusely. I howled and asked them to stop, but they kept going. They leave me with no choice. I am not going to let them lay another finger or paw on my mate.“Hera.
Zayn’s POV“I wanted everything that you have. Everything.”These were my youngest sister’s words and it kept on circling and reverberating on my head long after they were gone. My sister grew up to a wonderful family where she was adored, loved and given all the comforts of life. She almost always gets what he want. My father did not have the heart to stop her whenever she demanded anything from him. Had our mother be still alive, maybe she won’t end up like this. Mothers dicipline better and those with mothers like Max grow up to be better persons. I miss my mother. “She said she wanted everything.” I know that Max was behind me. Since we have accepted each other to be mates, I can feel her presence even from afar. “This is hard for you. I do not really like your sister, but she is still your sister. We will get her back, okay? I think she is not in this on her own accord. It is not too late.”"Yeah." I agreed. " She is not a fan of yours either. I guess she really wanted the spot
We were in the middle of arguing regarding my grandfather’s actions and my grandmother’s accusing him of using everyone to get what he wanted. Control over all the existing packs. That we did not notice Uncle Borris and Hesther walked in together.“No need to fight.”Every one stopped. “Who told you that you could barge in here, with her” Quentin snapped at Hesther who does not seem to care that she just walked in to something of serious matter. “and act like this, how dare you?” Quentin raised his hand to slap his tall, pale and lanky son. He did not flinch. In fact, he grinned. Not the boyish type of grin, but a lopsided type of grin that can send shivers up to the spine. He was creepy when he smiled. His teeth were small and was set apart.“Sit.” He commanded.“I would do as he says if I were you.” Hesther suggested, popping the bubble gum that she had been toying in her mouth. If bitch was a person then she is the exact replica of the word.Zayn took her sister by the arm in an
Six in the morning. Max barely slept. She spent the whole night exploring her womanhood, i the middle of her exhausted sleep, Clay was talking to her.When she heard her father’s message. He was alive. He was obviously not well , but the thing to celebrate here is that he is alive!He was able to send back a message to her!“I am here, Maxine? I am here. Tell your mother that I love her, I love you both. Tell father to come for me, The rogues have taken me, I do not have any idea where but I know this is in the forest.”Maxine bolted up from her bed, snatched up a robe from her closet and hastily went downstairs where she knew that they would all be. She ran down the hallway, through the stairs barefoot, the satin robe billowing as she moved.They were having coffee as the house staff fills the breakfast table with bacon, toast and eggs and sausages. Max’s mouth went dry when she smelled the food that she almost forgot the sense of decorum that she had.“Max, honey, are you alright?”
Fred gave me a hug. It was more of a bear hug than just a hug. Aron was again, grinning his stupid boyish grin as he watched how Fred locks me into one of his favorite form of a happy expression. Hugging.“I knew it! Max was your mate!” He jumped up and down like he would in a trampoline. “Fred, chill, it is as if you do not know our man here, he can kiss a girl and leave her hanging.” True. That was true. Zayn used to do that a lot. He gets a lot of women and he gets bored easily. But what these two are waiting for was the confirmation straight from the horses mouth. They have never seen their friend behave the way he does around Max. With Max he wanted everything to be smooth as butter. “Was she the one?” Aron was rubbing her palms together. This is his habit since they were children whenever something relevant and exciting is about to unveil. He never outgrown it. “Did you two just make a bet?” He chuckled. He would be disappointed if they did not. “Well, yeah. A thousand buck