All Chapters of My One and Only: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LUCAS' art room was just anempty spare bedroom. Whenever he'd have time, he would paint, finding it reallyrelaxing. After each painting, he'd show Ava first - her being the only one toever see his work and the only one with an opinion that mattered to him.As Ava sat on the comfy little sofa, she looked atthe one displayed on the wall. It was a painting of her, sitting on their tree,reading a book. She didn't understand why he always painted her but she lovedthe paintings nevertheless. If he wanted, he could be a professional but Lucasfelt his work was more of a private thing.It was peaceful in the room so she stayed inthere. She and Lucas had gone to back to school as they, she more than him,wanted normality back in their lives. Jackson asked many questions and mostwere answered with lies. No matter how much she wanted to tell the truth, shewasn't allowed to tell him about werewolves.School wasn't any trouble now. Ruby left her aloneand so did her little group. Some of

HE watched amusedly as hislittle mate scrunched her nose at the stench of sweat that lingered in the gymroom. This particular one had a sparring mat, which they both stood on. Onemore timidly than the other."It's not that bad." Lucas smiled softlyat her, pulling her closer to the centre of the large mat and ignoring thestares of the other pack members."I feel like the smell has gotten worse LuLu. It wasn't this bad last time." She complained. Ava absolutely dreadedfighting. She was good at it, a born natural surprisingly, but still hated it."It's just 'cause you haven't been here for awhile." He said and started to stretch, making Ava do the same thing. Shehummed in agreement.Ryan had told them last night that the rogues weresuspected to be in a warehouse. It wasn't in use as the company went bankruptyears ago and it was exactly two hours away from the cabin they had kept Avain. That was good enough reason to believe that is where they were. Lucasplanned for himself a

AVA fiddled with the topcorner of the page, staring at the words in her book. She wasn't reading itthough and found herself having to re-read sentences after zoning out.Her mind was on Lucas, as it was most of the time,but this was different. She worried for his safety. It was nearing ten o'clockand he wasn't back yet nor did she receive any text messages from him. Avaassumed the trip was successful and he found them but she doubted it would takethe whole day.None of the pack members had heard from them sothat was worrying. She only hoped they were ok but couldn't help wanting tofind out for sure. She was getting restless and had a bad feeling in her gut.Last time that happened Miss Lillian had died.Letting out a loud sigh, she checked her phoneagain only for no new messages to pop up on the screen. Ava slammed her phoneface down, annoyed and frustrated. I can't take it anymore! She threw her bookon the bed and quickly walked out of her room, determined to find a pack m

HE groaned and groggily satup from the cold hard floor. It seemed like the type of floor that you'd findin a basement and it was not at all comfortable. Trying to get a bearing of hissurroundings, Lucas squinted his eyes to adjust to the dim lights.It looked like he was in a cell and his was one inplenty. Some of his pack was just sat there and some were still unconscious."What happened?" He asked Ryan, who was in the cell next to him."Don't know. I just woke up. Nobody's comedown to check on us or anything." His beta replied with his head restingon his knees.Lucas didn't know how to react to the recentevents. He knew there was a traitor in the pack but he had no idea it wassomeone so close to him. Connor must've told Veronica or the rogues that theywere going to the warehouse. He must've planned to kidnap them. Lucas' bloodboiled at he thought of one of his closest friends betraying him like that."Have you mind linked the rest of thepack?" He asked. He would've done i

|VERONICA|24 YEARS AGO|She didn't feel any different as she smoothed downthe wrinkles in her tight fitted top. An eighteenth birthday was supposed to bethe beginning of adulthood apparently but Veronica felt like the same girl shewas yesterday.However, she was a little more excited today.The mirror reflected her whole outfit back at her.A burgundy two piece encased her body, showing off her toned stomach and longlegs. The skirt was short and quite a lot of cleavage was visible but it washer birthday. Veronica felt like she could do whatever she wanted and bewhoever she wanted. If she wanted to dress in little material that emphasisedher assets, nobody was going to stop her.Veronica was quite tall, much taller than some ofthe girls in the pack but smaller than most of the males. Her best friendtowered over her and he made sure to remind her every chance he got.With a giddy smile on her face, she slipped intosome black stilettos and checked her makeup one last time befor