The VillainI pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it.Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her."Are you trying to kill the girl?" I snap at her as Maya wiggles out from behind me. She'd been dutifully cooking over the stove while my mother polluted the air.
The VillainI lie on the bench, throwing my arm over my head as I try to fall asleep against the sun beating down on my face."MORGAN PIERCE?!"Someone bellows my name above me and I groan as I open an eye to peek up at my very pissed Gym teacher. His whistle hangs from his thick neck as he glares down at me with his hands on his hips."Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" I say defensively.His jaw clenched. "You'll be in the middle of the principal's office with your ass on a suspension note if you don't start moving."I tsk as I sit up. "No can do sir. I've just been diagnosed with sports dyslexia
The VillainThe rest of the week is as uneventful as any other. Everyone is preparing for the upcoming Ball on Saturday. But surprisingly, they aren't the only ones. Gia is especially excited, taking a liking to the idea of sweet Freya as the Luna of the South Crescent Pack.Freya doesn't put up much of a fight as mother bounces around the house making calls and organizing a dress for her daughter to wear to entice the Alpha. Frankly, this is the first time I've seen my mother invested in something that doesn't involve drugs and dick so I'm all for it.I blow a strand of unruly hair from my forehead and run a hand down my uniform, smoothing over what I'm sure are wrinkles since I was in a rush this afternoon.
The Villain"Freya! What's with the sage?" My nose scrunches up as I'm assaulted with the woodsy stench. I move to open the windows as my twin sister twirls around the room in her yellow ball dress."I'm dispelling all the negative energy, I'm getting a lot... right... here," She singsongs jabbing the sage in my face. I bat it away and she continues dancing and wrinkling the dress Gia probably spent her retirement money on."You're gonna go to the ball smelling like Grandma if you don't quit it. You think the Alpha wants to marry you when you smell like an 112 year old cat lady."She doesn't stop to answer me, "If our energies match, he'll like me either way.""Maybe
The KnightRogues have always been a problem in the packlands. But it's only recently they seem to be getting stronger, more desperate. They've raided six of the small towns outside of Crescent. They've taken crops from farmlands, animals, money... my people are complaining, frightful even. I've pledged my life to protect them and every time I turn my back these fucking heathens keep hurting them.I don't want to know who's behind these attacks. I already know.What I want to know is, where are they hiding?Every time word gets out there's an attack, they disappear before I can even catch their scent and it's driving me fucking crazy.I know their hidey-hole ha
The VillainI groan as I throw the covers off my body, textbooks and coloured pens falling to the floor with it. I rip open the door and march down the stairs to the living room."Can you guys keep it down?" I yawned. "I have a test tomorrow, for fucks sake." I start to head back up when a high pitch squeal breaks out, followed by someone calling my name. I pry my eyes open for the first time since coming downstairs and glare at everyone.Garret's grinning beside an ecstatic Maya, who can't stop bouncing in her seat. Freya is at the fireplace, drawing symbols with the soot from the dead fire.My eyes go to Gia next and the look on her face sobers me up. "So, I garner it went well," I say, not even attempting to
The KnightZain barges into my office again and heads straight for the alcohol.It's like a ritual for him at this point. "You know," I say not looking up as he pours himself an excessive portion. "I'm pretty sure you have an alcohol problem.""And a swearing problem and a fucking problem according to my therapist. The difference is, I pay her for her opinion." He raises the glass and downs it, wincing at the burn as he plops down in front of me. He points to the phone I've been staring at for the past fifteen minutes. "Whatcha got there?"Sighing, I slide the phone across the desk and he picks it up. I watch as his eyebrows crinkle in confusion and then smooth over in realisation.He gives me awhat the
The VillainPeople might describe me as abrasive.Of course, I don't agree. I simplyshow little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive.But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.I ignore their calls and whistles as I bring a family of four their order. The Dad thanks me then does a double-take at my boobs. He's almost drooling at my tits until his wife smacks him upside the head and he looks down at the greasy tables to avoid me as I place the meals on their table. The wife glares at m
The KnightIt's not the fact that she's my mate that has my blood boiling, even though that's a contributing factor, it's the fact that they were ready to touch her when she clearly didn't want them to. That's not something I stand for and I'll be a dead man before I let something like that slide under my roof. In my pack.Rage sweeps through me like a hot knife at that thought and I stomped on the gas, my hands almost vibrating with barely controlled anticipation.I swing to a stop in front of the packhouse after dropping Morgan off and hop out. Zain meets me on the porch leaning against the door a cigarette hanging from his lips. "They're in the basement," he threw out.I don't say anything pushing through the front doors. My Gamma, Kyler nods with a stoneface before following me, Zain not far behind. I open the door to the basement and instantly the sounds of the men whimpering and begging, find me at the top of the staircase. I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. __________
The VillainI get off the bus, still in my waitressing uniform, and start my trek towards the building, along the long winding driveway.I don't knock when I reach the door and just saunter in. The house is quieter than it was yesterday and for some reason, I knew this was a rare occurrence. I see the little boy from yesterday, probably fifteen years old, jog out of the kitchen, a cupcake in his mouth and three more cradled in his arm."Hey!" I called. He paused, eyes bugging out as he took me in. What was his name again? "...Ricky, right?""Youknuffmynamf--" He mumbled around the cake in his mouth. He swallowed. "You know my name?""We met yesterday.""Oh yeah, you're the hot chick that was with the Alpha," he blurted in recollection. His cheeks pinkened at his unconscious confession."Uh... Thanks." I chuckled awkwardly. "I was wondering if you knew why the house is so quiet? Where is everybody?""It's Wednes
The VillainHe guided me down the stairs, past the wine cellar, to the damp, cold basement. Here, there was none of the vibrant colour and elegancy as upstairs. Here it was just stone and freezing air. I could see my breath leave my lips in white mist and watch it disappear further into the darkly lit room. I shivered."Are you cold?" I didn't get the chance to answer before he was shrugging out of his blazer and draping it over my shoulder. His scent surrounded me and I relaxed within its warmth, inhaling his intoxicating scent like an addict."Wouldn't you be cold?" I murmured."Are you worried about me, princess?"I rolled my eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have asked." He chuckled and guided me deeper into the room."Why are we here? Is my surprise my very own ghost? You know I always wanted one," I say sarcastically."Patience, princess. All will come in due time." He took my hand and I let him only because it was dark
The VillainI get off the bus for work. The sky is dark, dotted with stars, and illuminated by the chalk-white moon overhead. The street was dead quiet as I walk towards my house, only to come to a halt at the familiar car in my driveway, so out of place in this kind of neighborhood.He's leaning against his door, hands in his pockets staring at something in the distance. It couldn't be much. All there is around here is broken picket fences and dirt.He looked like a fallen angel, dark, excruciatingly beautiful and ethereal. Hard to believe that the moon goddess designed me to be his mate. I couldn't match his beauty, his goodness. We were just too different. Maybe Maya was right, he would've been better with her, would've been better if he'd never laid eyes on me.I knew he sensed my arrival the moment I stepped off the bus but he didn't turn to me."Are you done avoiding me?" I ask, my movements slowing at the end of the dr
The VillainKaden hasn't climbed through my window in a week and I don't know how I feel about it. A part of me is worried while another part wants to punch him in his throat if I ever see him.I'm worried about my Dad. How is he doing in the prison? Are the others well? I haven't heard from anyone... not Malcolm, not Jacob either, and I'm feeling restless and uneasy about that. Will they really be executed this time?No, Kaden wouldn't do that.He wouldn't kill my father... right?I told Gia what happened as soon as I caught sight of her the night he was taken. I remember her words exactly. "Good riddance." As if he was nothing. As if he wasn't her mate and the father of her children.But who am I kidding? Gia has never cared for anyone but herself. I shouldn't have expected much from her but the sad thing is, I did expect something. Grief, regret... something. Anything! But I was wholly disappointed.At this point,
The VillainI don't usually come through this forest during the day. Afraid of being spotted by patrols. So it feels a little strange as I slip through the passageways below the fallen tree.I press the stone and after a few seconds the latch above my head opens up and an eye leers down at me. "Pierce? What are you doing here? Malcolm said you're not supposed to come back here.""My Dad texted me this morning said he needed my help with the patients," I said.Jacob narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?""Am I sure my Dad texted me and I didn't hallucinate it? Yes, I am. Now open up," I snap.He closes the latch and open
The KnightThis girl was worming her way under my skin, in my head and I can't say I'm mad about it. She was special. I knew it the moment I first laid eyes on her but what I didn't expect was how much she was going to make me work for it. I'm not mad about that either, I love a good challenge, and getting Morgan to fall for me is becoming my favourite past-time.I pulled up into the curving driveway of the packhouse. I threw Ricky the keys when I spotted him jogging down the steps to meet me.I walked into my house, nodding at the many bowed heads of my pack members in greeting. I don't stop there, I make a beeline for the stairs, to the west wing. When I'm in front of his door I throw it open and take in my surroundings.
The VillainI'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me.I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?"I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely.He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."He was talking about our deal this morning the one I made about him picking me up. I shrugged, nonchal
The VillainI woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.The news went over Freya's head, she was too busy sewing up a cape made of dead leaves to bother to pay attention. Gia, however, was over the moon. I've never seen her happier than the time she found out that Angelina and Brad were over. Though, I'm just biding my time to tell her that nothing is going to happen between Kaden and I. I won't let it happen.I needed to stay away from that man if I wanted to have any chance of sticking to my plan... and maybe my sanity.