All Chapters of The HIDDENS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PRISCA (POV)HOURS LATERNEW ORLEANSHours later, I found myself sitting in my father’s car, already in New Orleans, driving to I-don’t-know-where! I was so sad, but I couldn’t cry anymore because my eyes felt like a desert after crying for hours at home, locked up in my bedroom.I mean, I couldn’t even say goodbye to my newest best friend, Bryan, because he was in Australia for the winter holiday. But I did manage to send him a text message, lying that I was going back to Canada to live with my mom because some problems came up. I honestly felt so bad!"Where are we going?" I asked my dad, who was trying to concentrate on driving since it was apparently too dark and we were surrounded by a lot of trees. There weren’t even streetlights! Honestly, I was beginning to hate this place—not only because of the lack of lights, but because I had a really bad feeling about it."We’re going to the Silverstone pack. One of your protectors is there, and he is the strongest... I don’t like him ver

"So, you are my brother's lucky mate. I totally knew it," she stated with a glint of excitement.I looked at her, trying to study her. What’s lucky about having that arrogant jerk as a mate? I would have asked if I wasn't so nice. "Yes, I guess so, and you are his sister." I mentally face-palmed—of course, she’s his sister, but I thought her name was Mila.I felt my wolf roll her eyes as she sat on her paws. "Remind me again, why the hell are we stating the obvious?"I sighed. "I have no idea.""Well, I'm basically his cousin, but we grew up like siblings. My name is Stephanie, but you can call me Sophie—most people do. Anyway, I'm so glad you're his mate!" Sophie said excitedly. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. We need to celebrate!"'Wait, what?'Sophie stood up and grabbed my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked her, confused. What were we even celebrating? I just wanted to crawl into my blankets and dread the day my father walked into my life with all this garba

It has been three long days since that dreadful day when Jake put me under house arrest. I haven't seen anyone—not even Cathy or Sophie. I kind of missed them, and it's crazy that I also missed Jake, really badly. Maybe it's the mate pull. I’ve been stuck in my room, Googling about wolves, werewolves, and witches. I learned quite a lot, actually. I learned about mates, the bond, and that the Alpha is the leader of a pack. He has a Beta, who is second in command, and a Gamma, who is third in command. The pack also has higher-ranked wolves like the Delta, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Epsilon, and the Luna, who is the Alpha’s mate. Unfortunately, I also learned that packs have lower-ranked werewolves known as omegas. Throughout history, omegas have been mistreated and abused because of their inability to shift into a werewolf or because their wolf is premature, too small, or weak.Right now, I looked like a caveman with my hair in a messy, huge onion bun—no makeup—wearing only a large baseball T-sh

Instead of being angry, the crazy prick just smirked. "You're breathing, aren't you?" His voice was casual, as if we weren’t in the middle of one of the most humiliating moments of my life.I blinked at him, my eyebrows drawing together in confusion. And then, it hit me. He knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed me not to be an arrogant, overbearing Alpha but to stop my panic attack. The kiss was a distraction—a calculated move to snap me out of my spiraling. Of course, he would think of something like that. His ego probably couldn’t stand me not breathing without his permission.I could feel my face heating up, the blush spreading across my cheeks. "Uh... well, yeah," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes like they were a spotlight shining right on my embarrassment. My gaze darted anywhere but to the smirk that played on his lips, the one that told me he knew how flustered I was. It made me want to disappear into the floor. Why did this man always have the ability to make me feel vulnerabl

After everything that happened yesterday, I couldn’t sleep at all. I lay there on my right side, staring at the glowing digits on my bedside clock: 4:25 a.m. It felt like I’d suddenly developed some kind of insomnia. My mind refused to shut off, thoughts swirling uncontrollably, mostly focused on him. Jake.I hated to admit it, but he scared me now. The memory of his grip on my arm, the dark look in his eyes... it all kept replaying in my mind. The fact that my own father left me in his care infuriated me. Him, my so-called “Alpha.” And don’t get me started on the ridiculous idea that he’s supposed to be my “soulmate.” What a joke.Nothing Jake had done so far indicated anything remotely close to being my soulmate. He treated me like just another burden, like an outsider. It was as if I were an intruder in his world, someone he barely tolerated. He didn’t even seem interested in getting to know me. All he did was order me around, act like he owned me. It was infuriating.I groaned out