Only after the flashy blood-red Mercedes peeled out of the driveway, muddying the twilight watercolors that were blotted across the sky, was I able to finish helping Norma clean up.
Six tries it took me, locking and unlocking the front door until I felt safe enough to stumble back to bed. I couldn’t remember how many times I lost count, seeing a pair of emotionless eyes peering at me through the dark rather than the number I was currently stuck on.
What was worse, when I collapsed into the sea of frilly blankets and luxurious pillows, I couldn’t remember if I had left the door unlocked or not.
I had my answer the next morning after slipping on my uniform and venturing downstairs. Rather than the knee-high socks set with two bold stripes above the kneecaps, I opted for a pair of dark pantyhose. I even made use of the haircare products stocked beneath the vanity in my bathroom, whose price tags were enough to make my head swim.
VioletI’d seen Hael very little during school that Tuesday.What glimpses I managed were in the halls, but he always had someone hovering at his side. Most often it was Mykelle, with her deeply tanned skin and perfectly coiled hair, a glare ready to go regardless of the time.The other students had plenty to say to me, plenty of petty insults about the picture Mykelle leaked of me in the kitchen. Neither she nor Hael looked my way, though I had a sneaking suspicion he knew where I was at all times.It wasn’t until after school that he decided to grace me with his presence, without Mykelle at his side.I’d spent the last two hours scouring Olive’s Link profile, which sounds humiliating and excessive, but there was one specific bit of information I was searching for. There had been thousands of pictures posted by her, each one more different than the next.From the black and white candid’s, to the nature scenes t
VioletCome Wednesday morning the entire town was talking about the return of the rest of the untouchables. As the direct decedents of the Original Pack members, they were essentially royalty to the rest of the world.After a two weeklong vacation to some pack located along the west coast, they had finally returned.It was during their grand entrance that I discovered something about the girl I shared a lunch table with these past two days.They filed down the halls in pairs of two, with heads raised high and lips tilted in expressions that radiated superiority and confidence. Half weren’t even wearing their uniforms, and the ones that were wore them with buttons undone or with fashionably scuffed boots instead of the school-approved spit shined loafers.I counted five in total—five impeccably dressed, ethereal looking young adults that sauntered down the halls like they owned the place. It was thanks to the chattering of the other students that I learned a few of their names.The twi
VioletI should’ve realized something was wrong when that afternoon Sylvia’s driver wasn’t waiting at the pick-up area.Half an hour I stood there watching as students piled into cars worth more than the houses in my old pack. When I heard the curly-haired football player Kota mention something about a half a million-dollar sports car to a couple of his buddies, I nearly toppled over.Only when the students and staff dwindled into nothingness and the middle-aged crossing guard began to flash me glances of sympathy, I decided walking might be my only option.“Did your ride ditch you or something?” A disgruntled but very much feminine voice asked. When I turned around and saw that the owner of that voice belonged to Olive Chen, I wasn’t sure how to reply. Her slender lips, which were painted a deep shade of plum, twisted into a sour pout at my silence. “Oh, you’re too good for me now that you’ve spent a single lunch with Holden Cartier?”“I—no, of course not.” I interjected, smoothing o
VioletOther than that one time after school, there wasn’t another confrontation between Hael and me. Even Mykelle seemed content with ignoring my presence for those last two days, which I hadn’t minded in the slightest.I took that time to listen to every rumor floating around, to watch the two of them even when I knew I shouldn’t.It was frightening, the things the students and staff said about Alpha Xavier’s eldest son. The scarred Prince, the head of the untouchables. I hadn’t seen a single scar on his body, yet every single time I heard his nickname mentioned, it was always paired with that infuriating word.When I heard about his and Mykelle’s odd relationship, it hurt more than I anticipated—much, much more. Pain crackled across my chest, scalding my nerve endings much like I thought a blast of lightning would. I had known from watching the two of them that they were more than just friends, but fuckbuddies weren’t what I had in mind.Sure, she hovered at his side like the other
Hael“Aw, come on! You can’t be serious. What kind of right hook was that?” Cole groaned dramatically, flattening his hands against his face. Peeking through his fingers, he muttered listlessly. “Can’t believe they penalized you for that…wasn’t even your fault.”“Wolfsbane does wonders to the body.” I said dryly, glaring daggers at the fucker on the television that cost me last weeks fight.I knew he’d been tweaking the second he stepped into the ring, but I’d been too amped up to give a shit and chose to pummel him anyway. Turns out the guy had a mild form of the rogue gene, so his enhanced strength and speed were admirable but ultimately paled in comparison to the ‘superior genetic make up of an Original Wolf descendant’, spoken directly from the mouth of my father.“It does, doesn’t it? Too bad the high feels like shit. Can’t stand waking up with that foul taste in my mouth.” Cole grimaced, but the sour expression lasted a second before he let out a deafening howl and cheered my vi
HaelShe was so soft, so achingly soft that it caught me off guard for a moment.The pale skin of her throat felt like velvet against my hands, like redemption and retribution for the instruments of death I’d used more times than I could count. They were the same ones I used now, the same ones throbbing in tune with the pulse in her neck, sapping the life from her trembling form.It was a fitting end for her, backed against the wall with nothing but my chest to claw at as I watched the oxygen seep from her lungs. The dress she wore, like sin draped over perfect fucking curves that would’ve had me frothing at the mouth if they didn’t belong to her.I expected her to beg, I fucking wanted it.People were predictable to the point where it didn’t matter what morals a man might have. When someone stronger than them sauntered in the room, snatching up the weakest morsel to take and take and take. What did they do? They turned their heads, they reveled in their insignificant lives hoping tha
Violet“He almost killed you?” Olive deadpanned; her dark-lined lips pressed in a thin line.I stopped my pacing to give her a look, and quickly hid my trembling hands behind my back. “Yes, but he didn’t want to…at least, I don’t think he did.”It had taken the better half of an hour and a triple dosage of my anxiety medication to keep me from spiraling into the bottomless pit that had claimed me those years ago. Even then, the more I thought about my throat constricting and my lungs crying out for oxygen, the hazier my vision became.“If he didn’t want to, then why did he do it?” She questioned, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched me walk laps around the suite.Talking to Olive, it was all that kept me grounded.I said nothing about the name I heard Mykelle utter, even though it struck no chord of familiarity within the patchy holes of my memory. Arianna, she had called her. Was she a girlfriend of Haels? A childhood friend?Owe her? You let her get raped, Hael. T
VioletWhat surprised me more than Olive’s downright enthusiastic approval of my plan, was the fact that she stayed the night to go over every single one of the miniscule details that could lead to us getting caught.I’d expected this to be a plan of my own making, one she followed through on solely because she was able to see her estranged older brother.It was her fascination with my job at Jeb’s that she spoke about the most. I was still on the fence about telling her my biggest secret—well, second biggest now that I knew who my mate was. She just about knocked me off my feet with her reaction. I’d been expecting the jaw dropping laughter, but not the serious look that crossed her face as she said, “…this is a big deal for you, isn’t it?”“No one knows about this, and it has to stay that way.” I pleaded, not caring if it made me sound whiny or pathetic. “I don’t have many secrets…like at all, but this is one of them.”“Believe me, I know a thing or two about secrets.” Olive respond