hi! so I'm on my way back. almost home. we've been driving since 6 in the morning and we'll be home around 5 in the afternoon. hope you liked the chapters. let me know what you think of Mila and Eli. although it's not the best choice, I've been with boys because I mistook liking the feeling of someone wanting me with actually liking them.
Argo’s pov "Are you done?" Grandpa Os asked in his low voice while I finished putting some curcling cream in my hair. "I can’t help it that you’re fucking bold, grandpa. My hair takes a lot of time; ask Grandma; she knows." It wasn’t just that my hair took so long; it was mostly that their bathroom was fucking huge and amazing. It had this huge rain shower and a large bath, and Grandma had tons of products for curls that were perfect for my hair. If I could, I would stay in that fucking shower forever. "It’s by choice," Grandpa Os growls, but I’m not so fucking sure. It used to be by choice, but he’s getting older. He’s still fucking scary when he’s angry, though, so I am not going to tell him any of this. Grandma Lily giggles behind me, "is it, Os? Your hairline isn’t where it used to be." "My love, are you saying I’m old? Because I have many ways to prove that I am still young at heart." Grandpa replies, grabbing a lock of my grandma’s hair before pulling her into a kiss. Godd
Argo’s pov When I saw Hazel, it was like I was staring at a totally different person. How the hell could someone change so quickly, or was the image I had in my head of her not the real her? I had imagined seeing her for weeks and thought it would be like a scene from a romantic fucking movie, but it was nothing like that. Everything I liked about her suddenly felt bland to me. She was still a nice person and beautiful, but there was no longer any sexual tension. It was so fucking odd. I had told people I loved Hazel, but did I even know what falling in love felt like? Did I have any fucking clue? But before I could say hello to Hazel, I had to greet my other grandparents, who looked at me with trepidation. It must be fucking confusing for them, being scared that their grandson was going to hurt their adopted daughter. Hi, Grandpa Cy. How is it possible you’ve aged in a few fucking weeks?" Grandpa Cy growled, and Grandma April sighed. "Language Argo." Grandma Lily chuckled, "do
Brax’s pov "I’m ready." Of all the words I had thought Airk was going to say, these weren’t them. Airk had mentioned wanting to talk to me about something after having been quiet for almost two weeks. There was only one week left until Airk had to return home. We still spent every night together, but he felt distance. Gone was the talkative Airk, and instead another silent Airk was there to replace him. After our date, things changed. We still touched each other, and I still received amazing blow jobs from my Air, but that’s all it was—sex. Whenever I tried to talk about something else, he became quiet. I only got one-word answers, and I hated it. But as soon as I tried to say more, he'd distract me with his amazing body or the way he could make me cum like no one else had. Mila was busy focusing on training and hanging out with Eli, but it still bothered me how everyone handled whatever happened with Argo. All week I had wanted to ask him why he had lied to me, but every time we
Airk’s pov My heart was breaking, and I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown, but I pushed it all down and focused on my sister. Elora needed me right now, and even if I wanted to tell any of them what happened, I couldn’t. If my parents or sisters found out that I had been seeing Brax and especially how it ended, they’d probably try to kill him. Mom especially. Despite what Brax had done, I loved him, and I still thought he loved me. Something makes him think we don’t belong together, but I wish he would just tell me what it is instead of just telling me I’m not his mate. How could he be so sure? Did he already meet his mate? Where was he or she then? Why wasn't Brax with his mate? Or was this all just a lie because Brax truly didn't love me? No. I need to stop thinking about this. Tears started to come to my eyes, and my throat felt dry. If I kept thinking about this, someone would notice. "It’s special, isn’t it?" Dad said, slapping me on the back. "Yeah," I said
Mila’s pov Having a baby in the packhouse is a great distraction. I mean, for Darian and Elora, it’s probably not a distraction but a wonderful blessing that poops, cries, eats, and sleeps all day, but to me and Brax, it is. Brax is trying not to show he’s hurt, or, well, maybe more than hurt. It felt like whiplash trying to compare how Brax was before Airk got here, while he was here, and now that Airk’s gone. Brax was in a bad place before Airk got here, having casual sex all the time but never looking happy. He wasn’t the same brother I grew up with; there was just something about him that felt off. But when Airk came here, he was happy. Truly happy. And now? Now he’s worse than he was. Brax is miserable. He’s barking orders at everyone; he’s either boxing nonstop or burying himself in work. It’s like what Darian was doing when his mother died, but grumpier. The only time I've seen Brax smile is when he’s holding Tristan. Not even grumpy Brax can withstand a baby. Tristan is rea
Argo’s pov Airk’s been home for a few weeks now, and he’s even more fucking miserable than I am. And that’s saying a lot! We have just started school again. Well, he has. I’ve been skipping most of my classes to train with Gamma Rayan. I’ve been telling him that I’ve asked permission, but that’s bullshit. Even if I am dyslexic, it doesn’t change the fucking fact that school is hard for me and I already have too much shit going on. Despite the help I had gotten from Hazel, I still felt fucking dumb whenever I was sitting in one of my classes and the teachers asked us to write or read something. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I’ve been seeing a therapist, mostly because my family is fucking forcing me. But while I have talked to her about my parents, I haven’t told her all the ways I've fucked up lately. It’s easier to talk about the past than the present, I guess. Isaac is back home too, and we’re being civil. We’re not back to where we were—not even fucking close to b
Mila’s pov "Are you ready?" Eli asked, getting into a fighting stance. Eli was a lot stronger than me; he already had his wolf, but while he might have strength, he lacked skill. Luna Kyra had thanked me for helping Eli train more; training with me had finally motivated him to do what she had asked for years: Eli finally started to train daily. Eli started training after I almost beat him one time, but I haven’t beaten him since. Today was the day, though, and I could feel it. I had moved back home after the summer break was over, but Eli still took time out of his schedule to visit me each weekend to spar with me. Our packs were a little over an hour away, and I really appreciated the time he took to help me. I nodded, letting Eli know I was ready, and he started trying to hit me. He was always the first one to move—never defensive, always offensive. But I had studied his moves over the last few months, and there was always a window; I just needed to hold out long enough. I move
Argo’s pov Mom walked over to me, clearly emotional, and hugged me, "Argo, I’m so fucking proud of you. Not just about graduating, but about the man you’ve become. You know what a fucking honor it is to be your mom?" There’s nothing like everyone congratulating you and telling you how proud they are to make me feel like they didn’t actually think I could do it. They’re not saying it, but their fucking faces are saying a whole lot. I didn’t even think I could do it. But here I am at our big ass birthday party after graduating. It’s not like I got A’s, except for gym, but still, there were some B’s amongst the C's, and fuck it. I graduated, and that’s all that fucking matters. Now I don’t ever have to read another book again. I don’t get the people who actually love to read. Isn’t it fucking boring to stare at words and imagine the story in your head when you have a fucking TV to imagine it for you? "Thanks, mom." I replied. "And thanks for the big ass party. But I thought it would