The burning pain started abruptly, and I nearly dropped my broom. I gasped and clutched my chest with my other hand, swallowing the pain as best as I could.He's been doing this for months, moving from woman to woman. Alpha Jackson was having sex with someone else again today.The pain seemed to increase as the moaning grew louder. I felt like I was drowning in my pain.With great difficulty, I returned to my sweeping. The other girls were blushing and giggling among themselves, but I couldn't focus on that."I can't believe he's going on again," An Omega said."It's like he never gets tired," someone giggled."When will it be my turn?" another one sighed.My wolf attempted to tear out of her cage at the back of my mind, but I forced her back. Someone noticed the yellow eyes and frowned at me but made no comment.I turned 18 a few months ago, and the scent of Alpha Jack hit me like a brick. I'd almost fainted from the ecstasy. He completely ignored me, and I almost howled in sadness.
I waited until the rest of the wolves were asleep before I began my plan.I had already packed my pitiful belongings into a backpack and set it at a spot outside so I could run if I needed it.I crept upstairs towards the Alpha's room. The fact that I did not have a scent was a blessing in this situation; I was very stealthy so people couldn't hear me, and I had no scent, so they could not smell me."This is stupid," Ava said. I rolled my eyes."You are literally so close to death, Ava. And it is because of this stupid being.""Do not speak about our mate in such a manner," she growled at me.I shut my mouth, not because I didn't have a reply, but because I was in front of Jackson's door. I turned the doorknob and pushed it open quietly.It made no sound, and I silently prayed to the moon for small mercies. He was asleep, alone—another mercy from the moon.I watched him stand. The moon cast a soft glow on his chiseled features. He looked nearly ethereal in his sleep. The cruel edge to
Jackson's POVI will never forget the night my mate ran away from me, from the pack. It has been five years, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.My wolf, Max whined as I began to relive the moment again.Five years agoOur bodies rolled together in the tangle of my sheets, fluid in motion. I had never felt anything quite like it. Usually, there was something about the experience that did not quite work for me, did not leave me sated, but the girl had been perfect. She had been perfect.After, I sat on my bed waiting for her to get up and leave so I could enjoy the feeling of fullness that the experience had brought me, and then-“You can leave now,” I said, already settling back into the sheets. I did not bother with finding a top to cover myself up, since she had already seen my form. It was a great experience, but I couldn’t repeat it, because then they got attached, and I could not afford that at the moment.“Leave?” she asked, looking like a deer caught in the headlight
Right after that, she had disappeared, and the life I lived now had begun.The argument my wolf and I had had dragged on for some time.“That was our mate,” Max warned. “You need to go after her. If you do not, we are too young to die. This pain will tear us. You fool! She told you as much. Why did you have to reject her? You couldn't even do it gently!”“Did you feel her wolf either? You liar. You want me to bear the blame for all of this like you made things any easier. She had no scent. How was I supposed to believe that she was my mate?” I asked through gritted teeth, still crouched on the floor.“Perhaps I didn't feel her wolf, but you should have suspected. You should have known. She wasn't crazy. You can't discard people simply because of a lack of scent, Jackson, we don't work like that?”“Even if I had perceived her, had known her scent, I would still have rejected her. She didn't look like a potential mate! Did you even see her?” I asked, angrier than ever.“In what way, sha
“Mum! Mum!” A loud, familiar scream interrupted me, and I smiled. I looked up from my sewing machine to see my daughter running towards me, a frown on her face.“What’s wrong, my love?” I asked, picking her up. It was probably another squabble with her brother. I placed her gently on the sewing machine. I pinched her cheeks jokingly, trying to make her smile.“Timothy hit me!” She grumbled, and I tried to hold in my laughter, but I failed.I laughed; you would think two children who spent nine months together in the belly would be more friendly with each other. Sarah and Timothy were almost always at each other's necks, which was adorable.Sometimes.“Call him for me.” I put her on the floor. She ran to call her twin brother. I would warn him, and they would probably be back to playing with each other, but in the next ten minutes, the same process would repeat itself. I am used to it at this point.They both waddled in a few minutes later, arguing with all their might. I watched in am
The vintage dress shop glowed with a warm, inviting light as Sylvie and I stepped out of the car. Calvin remained in the car, while Dulice and i decided to check out the dresses and help her pick one. If left to me, I would have remained in the pack but Calvin making mention of seeing Amanda in the human village piqued my interest.My wolf stirred, a low growl rumbling in my chest. There, by the window, a flash of red hair… Amanda? My breath hitched. It couldn't be. She was on a call, and she looked engrossed. This was impossible, I was seeing her again after that night, for the first time in six years.She looked up and soon, she vanished away from the window. That was kind of suspiciios, because on eminute she was there and the next minute, she wasn’t anymore.We walked up to the door, a cute little bell tinkling as we entered. A woman with a kind smile greeted us. "Welcome! We're actually not open yet, but we'll be open for business next Tuesday."Disbelief clouded Sylvie's face. "
The last sequined dress shimmered as I hung it, a triumphant exclamation point to the morning's frenzy."Alright Sadie," I said, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow, "we're officially open!"Sadie, whistled. "Wow, Amanda, this place is incredible! You really outdid yourself."I flashed her a smile, I wanted to remind her that it was all her and her kind fatehr who helped me secure this place and got it to set up. It feels surreal, my dreams are finally manifesting.My gaze swept over the carefully curated collection. Soft silks brushed against racks of structured blazers, each piece whispering promises of power and confidence.A thrill snaked through me. This had been a dream for so long, years of late nights hunched over my sewing machine finally taking shape."There's just one thing," I said, gesturing towards a particular dress in the corner. It was a crimson masterpiece, a swirl of delicate pleats that cascaded down the body. "This one's not for sale."Sadie's eyes widened. "The o
Relief washed over me as Rick shut the door behind him, leaving for the hospital on an emergency call. We'd spent the entire evening huddled around the kitchen table, strategizing. The incident at kindergarten had thrown a wrench into our carefully constructed human facade."They can't go back this week," Rick had said, his voice grim. "Not after that display of strength.""I know," I agreed, frustration knotting my stomach. "But how do we explain it to them? They loved school!" Images of Sarah excitedly showing off her finger painting and Timothy shyly making friends with another boy flashed in my mind."We tell them the truth," Rick said, his gaze unwavering. "A softened version, of course. We tell them we need them to stay home for a few days to recover from a 'growth spurt.'"A flicker of doubt crossed my face. "Growth spurt? Won't they question why it affects their school attendance?"Rick chuckled, a dry humor lacing his voice. "They're five, Amanda. They'll probably buy it, esp