Alice
My skin is crawling, still upset from the nightmares I suffered tonight. Those red eyes of the monster werewolf wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to run from them, hide behind trees, but the creature was relentless, finding me wherever I went.
A sliver of fear makes me shudder as I reach for my coffee cup. Hopefully, the lovely potion I brewed will help clear my head. The liquid is a venomous-looking purple.
I twirl my hand around the cup with tired eyes, smiling at the scenery turning from early winter to summer. Flowers bloom, and ice flakes disappear in a flash. I've always been good at temporarily changing the seasons.
I slurp some coffee. I'm sitting in the hotel's beautiful garden, relaxing until a shadow gets me jumping out of my skin. With my heart racing, I slowly turn around and find myself staring at the older version of Dior, watching me from across the garden.
The man got thick shoulders and an even thicker beard. His body seems b
William It's Friday night, and I'm exhausted from a long day of football practice. Yet I have to be here and pretend to have fun since Dior is turning eighteen in mere hours. The alpha is holding a grand party at his parent's lake house to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. And when the clock strikes twelve, Dior might lock eyes with someone who turns out to be his mate. Because of this, June forced me to infiltrate his birthday party. I'm supposed to keep my eyes open and help June plan to kidnap Dior's mate after we know their name. June truly isn't very original, but at least she is plotting something. I drink some bad-tasting alcohol from my red cup. Yuck, what the heck am I wearing? I'm not too fond of suits. My eyes linger on my reflection on the glass table. It's strange. I look the same, yet no one recognizes me as the alpha of the Summerburst pack. June had me drink some strange brew made by her witch friend, which will convince every
Alice My lungs stopped functioning the moment my mate turned around. Magic is oozing around him—I suspect he has taken some substance to veil his true identity from the others. But I specialize in potions and could see through this type of magic from a mile away. Besides, there is no escaping from the mate-bond once you face your special someone. I wet my lips while my mate absorbs me from his imposing height. He is tall, and I'm suddenly speechless. He is handsome. His warm skin tone stands out against the pale color of most people this time of the year, me included. I'm embarrassingly porcelain, while my mate is a rich bronze with eyes so deep I could drown in them. He isn't entirely flawless, though. His nose is slightly crooked, and his face lacks any sign of human emotions, but in my opinion, it gives him character. This man is a mystery, and I wish to solve it—if only I weren't so nervous around him! When I don't utter a word, my
Patricia The primary emotion leading my way is curiosity when I step into Dior's lake house. Sadly, it is soon replaced with anger. Marcus and two members from my ex-pack, Riley and Brad, approach me the second I'm done hanging up my jacket. I should have known that they couldn't stay out of my life for one day. "Great..." I roll my eyes. "Dumb, Dumbest, and Dumber are on their way already." Alice giggles. "You knew it would happen." I sigh in agreement. Coming to Dior's birthday party is asking for trouble, yet I can't leave. I came here hoping to spread some light on my situation. My heart aches to know if Dior in this dimension is my mate because as twisted as it is, I'm falling in love with older Dior—someone who I should do everything to resist. But how do you stop yourself from feeling certain things? In my opinion, it's like trying to tell your brain to stop thinking. It would be easier if the older Dior were evil or mea
PatriciaAs soon as Dior has left me, I hurry after him. I have to swim through a herd of drunk teenagers. A talkative guy shoves an elbow into my shoulder, and I respond by pushing him out of the way. He mumbles a swear word, but I don't stop to hear him out.I'm moving fast, eyeing the clock on the wall while music is blasting all around me. Dior will turn eighteen in ten minutes, and I speed up my pace, desperate to find the man himself.It's easier said than done. My old pack members appear to have made it their sole purpose to shout out to another. They high-five and block my way, forcing me to groan inaudibly. Somehow, I slip past them while laughter bounces off the walls.A few girls from my schools are eyeing me as I pass them, looking at me as if I don't belong here. I hear them whisper to one another, questioning who the hell invited me here. It takes a lot of strength to push their menacing voices out through my ears and instead focus on Dior's
Patricia June is crushing my throat, and my eyesight momentarily darkens while my palms are pressing against her arms. Dior is fighting the entire Summerburst pack in the background, meaning no one can save me from the smirking woman before me. There is a menacing laugh, and then June bends closer, leering at me as if she has already won. "You're weak, Patricia. A rogue can't defeat someone like me." I absorb June's features, gaze deeply into her eyes. She is beautiful, but her lips are cruel. And she is strong. How do I beat her? I'm not as powerful as her. Then again, I've never let that stop me before. I never bowed down to my alpha regardless of Dior's authority, and I'm not about to let that change. I listen to no one—I'm a fighter who creates her path, and I will not surrender. I breathe in and out, letting fear overwhelm me yet not destroy me. Because being brave means being afraid but not allowing ourselves to b
Older Dior The colors of the flowers growing outside always seem brighter after the rain has fallen. My garden is the only place that gives me a sanctuary. Here I can breathe without being judged for existing, but unfortunately, an uninvited guest has arrived. "You weren't supposed to save her, Dior! Patricia shouldn't exist! You've created a new timeline, one we don't know the future of, and it could prove disastrous!" With the left side of my lip quirked up, I turn around in my rocking chair to face Alice, the fiery one from my dimension. Her breaths are heavy, eyes so intense and angry I imagine her playing out the scenario of killing me herself. Of course, she isn't powerful enough to do so. No one is. I'm a monster. "Please, our world isn't one worth fighting for, love, not in my opinion," I tell her calmly, lifting my coffee cup to my lips. My eyes then travel to the flowers surrounding us. They are beautiful enough to re
Patricia The windows to the lake house are broken when I return from the woods with Dior. People are standing on the porch, talking loudly about the monster snake that attacked. It worries me that almost every teenager from our school saw the monster, including humans. "Damn," I whisper. "Don't you think this will become an immense problem? Humans knowing about our existence never ends well." Dior sighs next to me. I'm refusing to peek at him, knowing the bastard is still naked. Focusing around him is hard enough as it is already. The mate-bond is trying to pull me towards him, making it feel like I'm fighting against the force of a powerful magnet. "I have a friend who could erase their memories later." "Oh?" I lift an eyebrow. "A witch?" Dior huffs a laugh at me. "No, an elegant and old vampire named Elijah. He has existed for a long time and is very skilled with compulsion and erasing a person's memories." I grimace. "I don'
Alice I stare at the floor with tears gathering in the corner of my eyes. My heart is an open wound, bleeding as I walk past groups of people at Dior's birthday party. I meet eyes with no one, too caught in my inner pain to see further than my nose. A zombie snake, one of those shadow creatures, came in through the window minutes ago. I should have helped the Winterbite pack take it down, but I didn't because my mind was elsewhere. Even now, I can't focus. William rejected me, and the loss I'm experiencing right now is truly unbearable. I have to make it outside. My steps are shaky, forcing me to lean against the wall with my palm pressing against it as I try to breathe. I'm so dizzy, but some fresh air would help. I keep walking with a headache ringing in my ears. The world is suddenly spinning so fast, and while I can see faces and recognize people at this party, their voices are quiet, as if they are too far away. With sheer force,