Malia
The world seemed to spin as I stood in front of Avan's room, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't know what to do, I was just frozen in place, my heart heavy with the sight of his betrayal. “Woah! Savannah giving Avan a BJ?! Who knew friends could roll like this?” Someone said behind me startling me. I turned around to meet the shocked eyes of a few students watching while Avan and Savannah finally realized that they were being watched. “What the fuck Malia! Close the door!” Savannah said as she covered up herself. I hadn't even realized that she was naked! I closed the door but just as I was about to leave, the door opened again and it was Avan. “Everyone put your fucking phones down this instant!” He barked in a tone I'd never heard him use before. I turned around and was shaken to my core to see how angry he was - at me! “What the hell Malia! You led this people here for what?” He accused. “W-what? I didn't lead anyone anywhere. I came here to look for you after you and Savannah conveniently left me out of your birthday party!” “So what? Why didn't fucking call? What gives you the right to enter my room?” “Avan I'm your girlfriend!” I lashed out and the whole place went silent. “I'm your mate!” I continued, fighting back tears. “I just saw you and Savannah and you're mad at me? You should be the one -” “- shut up!” He barked so fiercely that I moved backwards. “I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know why I allowed you tag along for this long, but you know what? It's time you faced the truth. You're not a good fit for me, Savannah is!” “Avan!” I said, my voice completely breaking as I tried to get close to him. “You're not Luna material Malia. You're just a silly little virgin!” “Whoa,” “I can't believe he just said that,” “How embarrassing,” “But… I'm your mate Avan,” I said, tears trickling down my cheeks as I looked at him. “Not anymore. I Avan Sinclair reject you Malia Reeds as my mate. Now get out,” Avan seethed while I choked back tears. Savannah came out that moment, a cunning smile on her face while Avan pulled her closely to himself. I couldn't stand the sight of them, so I turned around, my heart aching and my feet trembling as I walked past the crowd of students sneering and laughing at me. “She's delusional,” “ Did she really think she'd be Avan's girl?” “Oh you're one to talk!” I suddenly snapped at the ones who were whispering, then in an instant, I turned to Avan. “You're calling me a silly little virgin? You don't know me at all Avan. You and everyone else here probably think I'm such a poor little girl, but I'm not, it's time you found out just who you're dealing with!” Avan stared at me completely dumbfounding by my reaction, but as I turned around, I kept walking with one thing on my mind. I was going to do something I had never done before - something I absolutely would regret after this. “Oh my God, dude she might actually smash your car or something!” Someone said in the crowd, and that's when Avan got invested. “Malia you better not fucking try it!” He barked as he and every other person there followed me. I scoffed, a mischievous smirk on my face as I ran through the lathe halls in Avan's house, knowing I would lose them. I kept running and I only stopped when I was sure that I had lost them and I found myself in an empty room and slammed the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, empty except for a few scattered chairs and a window letting in faint moonlight. My mind was still reeling from what I had just witnessed—Savannah on her knees in front of Avan, his head thrown back in pleasure. The image burned into my brain, searing me with betrayal and anger. My heart pounded, but it wasn't from hurt anymore. No, now it was fury. I needed to get back at Avan. To hurt him like he had hurt me. That’s when I saw him - a guy leaning against the far wall. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell into his sharp, angular face. His gaze was calm, indifferent, like nothing could touch him. He wasn’t from my pack, I could tell, but I didn’t care who he was. I had a plan, and I was desperate enough to follow through. “Hey,” I called out, stepping closer to him. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his dark eyes scanning me curiously. “I need your help,” I said, my voice steady even though my nerves were buzzing. “With what?” His voice was low, smooth, and unimpressed. “I want you to kiss me. Act like we’re... hooking up.” The words tumbled out before I could rethink them. I couldn’t afford to hesitate. His gaze sharpened, flicking over my face, my posture. “Why?” I swallowed, my throat tight. “Revenge. I need someone to see it.” I glanced at the door, wondering if Avan would walk by, wondering if I could get him to feel just a fraction of what I felt. The guy tilted his head, considering. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.” I responded, but he didn't move an inch. He just kept his hands in his pocket and gave me an amused look. “Look, I know you don't know me and I don't know you either but I just caught my mate cheating on me with someone I thought was my best friend and I just want revenge.” My voice cracked a little, but I didn’t back down. For a heartbeat, there was silence. His smile was gone and he looked completely irritated. Suddenly I heard footsteps and chatted so I turned to him desperately. He turned to me, his gaze piercing through me as though he could see all the cracks Avan had left behind. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he nodded. “Alright. But we’re going to make it convincing.” Before I could respond, his hand was on my waist, pulling me closer. I expected a quick, careless kiss, but the moment his lips met mine, it was like a spark ignited between us. His lips were warm, firm, and the kiss… It wasn’t fake. It was passionate, intense, and completely overwhelming. My mind screamed that this was just an act, but my body betrayed me, responding to the heat and electricity between us. I found myself kissing him back, harder than I intended. My hands tangled in his hair, and his grip tightened on my waist, drawing me even closer. For a second, it felt real. Too real. As we kissed, my hands gripped the fabric of his shirt as if I needed to hold onto something solid to keep from drowning in the intensity of it. His hand slid up my back, and I felt his fingers dig into my skin through the fabric of my shirt. My heart hammered in my chest, the anger and hurt from seeing Avan with Savannah blurring into something else entirely. What was happening? This was supposed to be revenge. It was supposed to be simple. But nothing about this felt simple anymore. His lips moved against mine with a fervor that sent heat spiraling through me. I could feel my pulse quicken, my breath coming in short bursts as I struggled to keep my head straight. I had kissed Avan before, but this was different. This kiss was full of passion, intensity, something that had been absent with Avan all along. For a moment, I forgot why I had asked for this. I forgot about Avan, about Savannah, about everything except the way this stranger’s mouth was pressed against mine, the way his hand held me like he didn’t want to let go. But just when it felt like it might be more than just an act, the sound of the door slamming open shattered the moment. “Malia?!” I jerked back, breathless, my eyes wide as I turned to see Avan standing in the doorway, his face twisted in shock and disbelief. His green eyes locked onto mine, and for a brief moment, I could see it - jealousy. He was jealous. His gaze flicked to the man still standing beside me, his arm still around my waist, and I saw his face flush with embarrassment. Behind Avan, a small crowd had gathered, their eyes wide, phones already flashing as they captured the scene. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, but I couldn’t deny the small flicker of satisfaction that bloomed inside me. I wanted him to feel what I had felt earlier, to see how it felt to be betrayed, to watch as the person you cared about was with someone else. Then I heard someone gasp. “Oh my god… That’s Asher Mendoza!” The room seemed to freeze. My breath caught in my throat as I glanced at the man still holding me. The shock of his name hit me like a punch. The Lycan King’s son. I had just kissed the Lycan King’s son. The whispers grew louder, and I felt the weight of a thousand eyes on me, their judgment palpable because Lycans couldn't be with werewolves. Phones were still flashing, the clicks of cameras capturing every second of my downfall. “Malia… What did you do?” someone murmured in disbelief. In that instant, I knew my reputation was shattered. I had made the worst mistake of my life. And I felt nothing but regret.MaliaI couldn’t sleep.After the chaos of last night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how everything had gone so wrong. My plan was simple: make Avan jealous, get my revenge, move on. But now… now my life was spiraling out of control, and I couldn’t stop it.The more I thought about what happened last night, the more I asked myself why Asher didn't tell me that he was a Lycan. He could've prevented this by just refusing! I would've understood his reason! Now it's over for me. I basically sealed my fate the moment I kissed Asher Mendoza. My plan to hurt Avan had backfired spectacularly, and now I was the one who would pay the price. Lycans were practically royalty among our kind, and being entangled with one - especially while being a werewolf - was nothing short of scandalous. I couldn’t face it. I turned over in bed, pulling the covers over my head as if that would somehow block out the nightmare that awaited me in the morning. Maybe if I stayed here
MaliaLuna Brooke’s face flushed a dangerous red, her gaze narrowing in on me and Asher. She looked like she might lunge at me, and rip me apart with her fury alone. Her sharp eyes flicked from me to Asher, brimming with accusation.“Is this some kind of sick joke?” Her voice, usually cool and composed, now sliced through the air like a blade. “You’re telling me that this girl—this werewolf—is carrying your child?”I stood there, frozen, my thoughts a jumbled mess. I wasn’t pregnant. I wasn’t anything with Asher. How could he have said something so absurd, so reckless?“Yes,” he replied smoothly, as if stating a simple fact. For a moment, I thought his mother might lunge at him.Luna Brooke’s expression twisted with fury. The other board members exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared to interrupt. Even my parents were stunned into silence, their expressions caught somewhere between disbelief and horror.Luna Brooke’s eyes bore into me with thinly veiled disgust, and I braced myself
Malia"Shut up! All of you!" Nina barked, her eyes locking onto mine with disbelief. Her grip on my collar tightened for a moment before she hesitated, glancing at Asher standing like a barrier between us. Finally, she released me. My knees buckled, but Asher caught me before I hit the floor.His touch was steady, more comforting than expected. I didn't want to lean into him, but his firm arm held me up. His scent surrounded me, making it harder to stay angry. He set me upright, his grip lingering as our eyes briefly met, his hazel gaze softening."Everyone get out!" Asher's voice cut through the room, and within seconds, it cleared, leaving just the three of us.Nina crossed her arms, and glared at Asher. "You can’t be serious about her, Asher. A beta like her? You think this is funny, humiliating me like this when we were supposed to have a future together?!"I froze. Future? What was she talking about?"My parents mean well, but I can’t have you as my Luna. You’re a friend, not a l
MaliaMy life changed when I found out my mate was Avan Sinclair, the man I’d secretly loved for years. Avan, the Alpha heir of our pack, was everything a girl could dream of - handsome, with blond hair, striking green eyes, and a kind, easygoing personality that made him adored by all. Unlike many cold Alpha heirs, Avan was different, and I thought I was lucky to be paired with him by the moon goddess.However, things weren’t as perfect as I’d hoped. Though Avan and I were fated mates, he hadn’t claimed me publicly. Instead, he asked me to keep our relationship a secret, saying he needed time to convince his parents I was right for him. Three months had passed, and my doubts were growing, but I convinced myself that everything would eventually work out.Now, with Avan’s birthday approaching, I planned to give him a special gift—myself. I was ready to sleep with him for the first time. But before going through with it, I wanted my best friend, Savannah’s, opinion. She knew about my se