Charlotte's POV "ah!" Sophie yelled as her father's hand connected with her face. My eyes widened, and I gasped, standing up. I involuntarily took a few steps backward.Sophie fell to the floor with her eyes on her now red and swollen cheeks as tears fell from her eyes.I stood in shock, watching as Sophie's dad stormed off after slapping her. The sound of the slap still echoed in my mind, and I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Sophie's dad was a monster, and I couldn't understand why she stayed with him."Get rid of the girl you brought home and prepare lunch for me," he yelled as he walked away, leaving Sophie in tears.I felt awkward and unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to stay, and comfort Sophie, but another part of me wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I was scared he would attack me as well, and my heart was racing, but I couldn't leave my friend on the ground with a swollen face. Sophie noticed my hesitation and approached me, begging me to go wi
Charlotte's POVI walked to the nearest bus station, thinking about what I had just witnessed. As I walked away from Sophie's house, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside me. The image of Sophie's father yelling and whipping her was etched in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel both angry and helpless. My friend was in danger today and was being assaulted by her father, and all I could do was hide and watch, unable to help or stop him.I quickened my pace, lost in thought until I reached my house. The door opened, and I walked in to smell the heavy scent of food. I was probably making Dinner.As I entered the kitchen, I was taken aback by the sight before me. My mom and Asher stood by the counter, laughing and chatting like old friends. I stood there surprised and frowned.Asher was here? In the kitchen and helping mom with dinner? What was he doing here? And why was my mom being so friendly with him?"Charlotte!" Mom called with a smile, finally noticing m
Charlotte's POVWe were some in the kitchen, and then I turned to him with a serious expression."Asher," I called. "Tell me why you're really here.""Huh," he looked surprised by my sudden question.As I turned to face Asher, I could see the serious expression on his face. I asked him, my voice firm but curious, "What are you really doing here, Asher? What's going on?"Asher took a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine. "Alright, you caught me. I came to convince you to come to the dance with me, Charlotte. I was serious about what I said to the crowd. I know I messed up before, but I can't help how I feel. And I feel like I need to make it right with you."His words took me aback. I hadn't expected him to be so sincere, so genuine. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, and it made my heart melt. I had been so angry with him for so long that I never realized Asher could have emotions like this."Asher, I...I don't know what to say," I stuttered. "You hurt me so badly before. I do
Sophie's POV I saw my phone ringing and was confused. It was Charlotte calling; I picked up to hear her ask how I was doing in a worried tone. My heart melted at the thought of how much Charlotte cared about me. Ever since Mom died, Dad drastically changed for the worse, and I had never had anyone to really look out for or care for me.No one to ask how I was doing, how I felt, no one to stand with me and fight back those who bullied me. And now, I finally found someone who could relate to and understand how I felt. Charlotte was the friend I needed and never knew I needed. It was just a day since we had met, but it felt like we had known each other for a lifetime. We acted and looked out for each other, and we were more sisters than friends.Charlotte kept apologizing for standing by and not doing anything while Dad was assaulting me. She kept apologizing for being useless, and I had to tell her it was okay and that I was used to it, which made her more worried.I had to assure her
Sophie's POV "Sneak into the pack house, Sophie, and find those expensive gems; obey or anything of value, and bring them to. Me. We need them to survive." I was horrified and scared, but he just shook me, his eyes cold and hard. "Do it, Sophie. Do it, or else I'll make you live in regret," Dad said to me coldly and released my neck as I was running out of breath.I fell to the ground, feeling my head spin, and he only looked at me in disgust and annoyance. "You better do as I say, Sophie." He glared at me and stormed out of my room, leaving me on the floor and in tears. I sat there for minutes, crying and thinking about how unfair life was to me.Dad was being so cruel and unfair to me; I wondered what I had done to make him hate me so much. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. I kept thinking about what I was going to do. Deep down in me, I couldn't afford to refuse my father and say no to him. I didn't want to steal from the pack house. I couldn't implicate Charl
Charlotte's POV"What are you doing there?" I heard a voice that made me frown deeply. It was Clarice. I turned to see her glaring at me with an ugly scowl on her face."What?" I questioned, annoyed at her, and she pointed at her dramatically."What are you doing in front of those gemstones? Huh, I saw you; you're trying to steal them away. I know how expensive they are; everything in this manor is expensive, and you're just snooping around, looking for something to steal and sell; this is why poor and low-ranked wolves shouldn't be allowed into the pack house. I don't know why the Luna agreed to let you work here in the first place!" She screamed at me, and I frowned, offended by her words."What are you talking about, Clarice!" I snapped at her angrily. I wasn't going to let her insult me and go scott-free."You're here calling me poor and a low-ranked wolf like you're any better!" I growled at her, and she looked at me with a dangerous glint in her eyes like she was going to throw
Charlotte's POVI hung the call-up and let out a sigh. I looked out the window. I sighed, tired. I hadn't meant to sleep off at Asher's place and had no idea I would sleep for that long. Mom must be so worried that I had slept out again without informing her beforehand or telling her where I was last night.The cab man told me he had arrived, and I thanked him and paid him for his services. I got out of the car and walked to my front door.I walked up the path to my front door, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, anxiety, and exhaustion. I had spent the night at Asher's house, and nowI knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, my mom opened it. Her expression was a mix of surprise and worry, like she had been up all night waiting for me. I felt even more guilty. I had seen missed calls from her earlier, but I wanted to face her and explain. Like the last time, I didn't mean to sleep over at Asher's place."Charlotte?" Mom called, and I gave a sheepish smile."Hi, Mom," I mumbled, a
Charlotte's POVSophie and I walked into the beauty salon, excited for our pampering session. We had booked appointments for hair and nail treatments, and we couldn't wait to feel like princesses for tonight's high school dance. The salon was bustling with activity, but our stylists, Rachel and Emily, greeted us warmly and led us to our stations.As we settled in, Rachel asked me about my hair preferences. "So, Charlotte, what are you thinking? A sleek blowout or something more elaborate?" I hesitated, unsure, but Sophie jumped in with her opinion. "Charlotte, you have to get a braided crown! It'll look stunning with your dress." I nodded, convinced, and Rachel got to work expertly braiding my hair.Meanwhile, Emily worked on Sophie's sleek updo, pinning and tucking strands with precision. We chatted with our stylists about prom, our dresses, and how excited we were to attend our first high school dance. Rachel and Emily shared stories about their own high school dance experiences, ma