{ Jae }My friends think Anya is cool. They like her. I can see it in the way they keep dragging her into conversation instead of dismissing her as yet another pretty girl I have on my lap. This is extremely beneficial to our fake marriage, but it’s also good to see she’s an even better social butterfly than I expected. She knew how to be mature, polite and respectful to people in the council event, but she also knows how to joke around with my closest friends. She even managed to dodge Sophie’s jealous attack as if it meant nothing to her. That probably solidified our relationship in everyone’s minds even more because I would never marry some pathetic, jealous girl. My wife had to be like that, confident and secure, because I wouldn’t accept anything less. If I didn’t consider Anya my opponent, I would tell her she’s actually the perfect Luna. But I hate her, so I won’t say shit. She’s still laughing at something Rogan is saying and hugging my neck when I decide to go for anothe
I wake up the next day at fucking six in the morning even though is Saturday and I don't have anything to do today. And I just went to bed like three hours ago. I groan, annoyed with myself and I try to go back to sleep, but this hard ass matress is not comfortable enough for that... I fucking hate this bed. Anya's mattress was way better. So, I make the executive decision of moving my tired ass to that mattress so I can keep sleeping some more. I walk downstairs still in my boxers and I open Anya's door. My wolf starts waking up in my mind then because the room smells intensely of her cherry scent. So much that I know without a doubt she's been touching herself again. Just like I said, she's a very horny teenage girl. "Hey," I say when I get to her, sleeping on her side with her mouth slightly open. Anya gasps and opens her big grey eyes in fear. Her long hair is all crazy and she's still wearing make up as if she didn't take it off last night, "Get up, move.”"What? Why?" She a
Around an hour later, I start to feel like actual shit, but not as much as I would feel without the pill I took. I instantly get mad at life because why is it always the same fucking thing? Every damn month. What did I do to deserve this pain? I’m a good person. I do good things. I only started being hateful when I met my husband, not before. I really can’t wait to get pregnant and spend nine glorious months without having a period. God, I can almost taste how good that’s going to be. Maybe I’ll get swollen and uncomfortable, but I know it’s going to be better than dealing with cramps once a month. My stomach is grumbling with hunger but I’m at the point where, if I eat something, I’ll probably throw it up anyway. So there’s no point in consuming anything. I don’t even have the energy to use my phone to distract myself, I only turn on the TV to have some background noise and I spend hours and hours dealing with the pain. And then the fever and the nausea. I have to throw myself
"Klein is a True Alpha, just like you," Colin says, stating the obvious. I nod and look briefly at my father, he's studying Klein and most likely trying to find differences or similarities between us, "He feels compelled to challenges... I'm sure you can relate to that.""Hmm," I nod nonchalantly again, then I raise a hand to call a waiter, "I'm hungry. Let's handle the important stuff first and order something, then we can talk about Klein.”My dad gives me a knowing look and tries to hide a mocking chuckle that would definitely piss me off if it came out. He has noticed I can't turn on my fake-nice personality around this guy, so he must know I feel rattled. Because I do. "Order whatever you want, kid. It's my treat," I tell Klein with a smile that only gets bigger when he gives me a pissed off look and clenches his fists. I absolutely love to piss people off, especially arrogant little brats like this one. "I'm not a kid," he mutters through his teeth, very immaturely, "And that
"Excuse me. I’ll be back in a minute,” I say and get up from the table while they talk about something I don’t give a shit about. I’d rather spend this time with Chelsea. Her table is not really on the way to the bathrooms, but I walk past it anyway. Luckily, Chelsea looks up as I walk by and she finds my eyes. She looks instantly terrified to see me, I just give her a pointed look and jerk my head, then I keep walking.I know she’ll come to see me… but if she doesn't, I swear to god I'll go out and punch someone, probably Klein. It cannot be this hard to get someone to fuck. Not for me. I lean against the wall to the bathrooms to wait for her. "I'm here," I say when I see her walking like a deer in headlights. I grab her arm and pull her to the service room in front of the bathrooms so we can have more privacy. She's still stunning, I realize. Even under the awful lighting in here. She cut her long blonde hair into a bob and that makes her look a little more mature, but I still
I hate when people are right. I hate it when they make sense. But Chelsea always made sense, she always had a broader outlook in a situation than me. It’s the teacher in her, maybe. But she is right, people in this pack really like Anya. And if I cheat on her, they might not confront me personally about it, but they’ll definitely judge me. And that could get me in trouble with the council, which I do not want. Fucking shit, since when people got so moral? Most of the girls I've fucked have had either boyfriends or husbands and I don't mind. I guess I’m fucked… or not fucked.“Where were you?” Klein asks as soon as I sit my ass back down, “That was like ten minutes.”“Klein, stop,” his uncle scolds him, “I’m sure he had a good reason to disappear around the same time that lady over there disappeared too.”What the fuck? “Are you my mother, Colin?” I ask, leaning on the table to be closer to him, “I don’t have to explain shit to either of you, do I?” “No, Sir. I apologize,” he sa
{ Anya }“What the fuck is going on?” I ask to myself as soon as Jae closes the door behind him after doing something… nice? For… me? I might be hallucinating or something. I look down at the tray full of stuff again, just to make sure it’s still here. There is the tomato soup, a grilled cheese, three different chocolate bars, the tea cup, and a box with some kind of fancy device I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what time is it, but he’s right, I haven’t eaten anything today. Maybe that’s why this grilled cheese tastes so damn delicious to me. I devour it and the tomato soup. I must admit, it feels really nice and warm as it goes down on me. Just like the tea he got me. Once I’ve eaten, I grab the box and I see it’s a heating pad. Apparently it helps with cramps if you place it on your belly. How in the fuck does Jae know about the existence of this device? I didn’t. But when I turn it on and place it on my belly, I realize it’s nice.Very, very nice.Oh, wow. My body doesn’t
I don't really know how one should dress for a fight, but after a quick search online I realize girls just dress slutty. That's not a problem for me. I put on denim shorts and a white baby tee that shows my belly button. And white sneakers. I flat iron my hair and put on make up. When I'm done, I spray myself with my favorite perfume just before my door bursts open and Jae appears, wearing his usual gym clothes. He looks me up and down and I wait for him to say something mean, but he doesn't. "Do I look good?" I ask, he's still just looking. I give him a twirl, "Or sufficient?""Sufficient," he says, nodding in approval, "Let's go now, I have to be there early.""I'm ready," I say and grab my purse before following him to his car. The ride to the arena where the fight is going to take place is silent, but it doesn't feel terribly uncomfortable. "I'll go get ready, go look for my parents and stay with them," he tells me as soon as we walk in. There's a lot of people already inside