Fun fact about grandmothers. We work hard on disciplining our children so that they turn out to be responsible and awesome adults and so when the time comes that they become parents themselves, we slowly transition from one strict parent to an overly indulging grand parent. Congratulations! You are now officially the person who will spoil the kids and fight with parents. Betty was never given the chance to be with her only granddaughter since she was born. There were rarely a night that she craved to be in that same bedroom, cradling her newborn granddaughter. She was desperate during the early weeks of grandmotherhood. She had the urge to call Teresa now and then to check if she was near labor. The only call she gets was once a moth and it was just mandatory checking-in-to-see-if -we-are-both-alive calls.It was not until that October night , mid week, that Teresa called her twice that month and it meant only one thing.Labor.“Mom.” Teresa’s raspy voice was heard on the end of t
Teresa was in a very compromised situation and if Max will not be stopped, whatever she will do, one thing is for sure, Teresa will be a goner. She was sprawled in the ground, fur matted on the shoulder because of blood pooling in that area and Max was about to give her another deadly claw. The claws shimmer in the daylight. It looked too sharp and could flawlessly slice thin paper. “Max, it is time to stop. Max!” Hera roared.Max stopped. It was her wake up call. Bless Hera!Everyone was on the edge of their seats. Waiting...“Oh!” Betty screamed in relief.For a moment, Max was disoriented, her body felt like it was not hers to control. And then she looked down, her mother was down and bleeding and slowly transforming back into her human form. The healers from the shack are now headed in their direction. Some went to Hesther and others to Zayn who were both passed out. “Slowly. Transform yourself back, you have proven your point,girl.” Hera once again calmly suggested. Her voice
Max’s POVI kind of drifted off to dreamland after that revelation. Hera agreed with what I have done and congratulated me for growing a spine over night. She said that took guts and hell of a determination. I say, that was caused by getting tired of people's shit and maneuvering all the time. When I woke up, I saw Elsa waiting, seated patiently at the couch beside my bed. I was not in the infirmary. Great.Then, it flooded in. The gore details of a battle. Between me and my mom. Where was mom?“Oh, shit.” I tried to sit upright, but was still lightheaded and fell back on the bed. Elsa came to my aid.“It’s alright, Miss Teresa is fine. She’s got he best healer pretty booked today.” I raked my mind for that best healer they keep on talking about,yes, it was Minerva. Minerva Jones was a legend over here. If she is with the best healer. Then , she had been worse. I have to see it for myself. “Where is she?” “In the next room. I know this would happen so I insisted to keep you guys
“You drool.” Hera whispered even if I knew that no one can hear her. “Hey.”“Max, I am telling you now, that boy is mighty fine.”“I know.” Max was still absentmindedly staring at the door where Zayn stood. She had been smiling like an idiot for a long time and none really cared to wake her up from whatever hallucinations she was under right now. She had met Zayn at Haven High School for days now and even went to the training arena a couple of times now and she felt really stupid for not noticing what a fine specie of human slash wolf he was. Looking good like that should be illegal. “Is she alright?” Zayn asked Elsa when he saw my blank as a blank canvass face.“Right, she is, are you not, miss?”“Better, never been better.”Elsa had to cough to ease the hanging silence. Max was nervously pleating and repleating the neatly folded infirmary blanket out of tension. Zayn still stood there, he was waiting for something or wanting to say something, Elsa and Max surely have both no ide
Quentin and Betty went to see Cassie. The hidden daughter of the Black Alpha plays a very important role in this prophecy. Cassie could not even know how or when or where to begin to express the joy that she felt seeing her god mother. It had been ages and now, that Betty Shepard was in her house, she feels elated and in a state of euphoria. The two had always been close and had always shared admiration to one another. Teresa and Cassie were good friends also. “Oh! Oh! Father, is this true?” Cassie even rubbed her eyes to see if this was not an apparition.“Pinch her wrinkly face.” Quentin suggested jokingly. Betty slapped Quentin on the arm for saying that. “Oh, darling! It had been years since I last saw you since your father decided that you are too good for the world and look who is talking, mister wrinkle free. "“Do not start, Beatriz.”" Old man, you started it. " Winking at Cassie who cannot remove the smile from her pretty face. It had been a while since she had real visito
He had been staring at the ceiling for several hours and he still cannot sleep. Zayn was confused and furious that he was behaving odd whenever Maxine Shepard is around. His phone vibrates. “Sup, man?” Aron was grinning his boyish smile. Aron was requesting for a video call. This good friend of his was not very fond of phone calls, he takes pride and joy with seeing the person he is talking too. It annoys him but he knows that Aron won't take no for an answer. He accepts it and stares into his phone’s camera. Aron is perfect in timing, he was about to lose his freaking mind thinking. His good friend was also in his bedroom now. Zayn recognized his wallpaper of space and astronauts and stuff that involved the solar system and the universe. Aron had a huge interest in anything that is, directly or indirectly associated with astronomy. “Hey. How are you guys?” “Whoa, you look like hell.” “Hell is an understatement. You should come visit one day.”“In the Black estate? Duuude! Anytime
Zayn’s POVShe looked great last night but I swear to God that she looked ten times better today. Whoever gave her the dresses she wore yesterday and today did a great job. Maxine looked awesome and now I regret the stupid mistake of inviting Fred and Aron today. I wanted to marvel at her beauty by myself. The guards and the staff would not dare to look at the new heiress for fear of the master of the house. There is a little hiccup to what I did last night though.You see, I have invited Aron and instructed him to tell Fred to drop by today for a picnic. I forgot to mention that I only meant them and not half of senior year. The two have dense skulls and blabbered at the group chat that I was throwing a party at the eccentric Black Villa.The Black estate had been famous to the young and old and not every body is given the chance to set foot on the perimeters. The whole place was famous because of three reasons:One, it belonged to the eccentric billionaire, Quentin Wesley Black.T
Max’s POVMatt Hugh was our classmate on several subjects and he was easy on the eye too. Jackie insisted that I try to mingle with the other males of our class since we are almost eighteen. Jackie is also turning legal next month and was very upfront in telling me that she was no longer a virgin and would definitely date Matt if I won’t.“I have no problems with you dating Matt, jacks.” I am not really interested because I was interested with someone else.“Ugh, you do not get it, the guy wanted to get to know you better, so I told him that I will make a way but if you do not want him, at least let him introduce himself and I will gladly take the spoils.” Jackie reminded me of my girls in Manhattan. They would always get the guy who wanted to get to know me, but then I am very hard to please. Or so I thought. Turns out, I was wolf and I was waiting for my mate. But, being raised polite, I agreed to entertain Matt Hugh. He was giving us the stare all the time when Jackie was pitching
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