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,
PatriciaMy eyes are tired, and my body is deprived of sleep as I try to dabble away in the art studio at our school. Classes are over, but I'm in the art club's studio. When I need inner peace, I come here to do watercolor paintings.Today is such a day.Alice wouldn't stop crying yesterday. She locked herself inside her room in our new house and told me to leave her alone in a pleading voice. Guilt struck me for not understanding where her pain had come from, yet I respected her wishes and didn't bother knocking on her door.Instead, I fell asleep listening to music, and then I jolted awake after dreaming about tanned skin, piercing blue eyes and taut arms roped with muscle. I'm not kidding—my brain has officially betrayed me!The last image imprinted into my memory was of Dior's smile and that deep voice of his teasingly saying, "princess, you know you can't fight how much you want me" before I orgasmed in my sleep.After opening my
Patricia Coffee fills my mouth, and I smile at the strong taste—caffeine is a girl's best friend. Who cares about dogs and diamonds when the sense of being wired hits your brain? Without the black, addictive liquid, I would die. Tiffany lifts her eyes into mine. "So, tell me about everything that has happened in town while we were gone." I inhale the scent of coffee. "Nothing much has happened." "Nonsense!" Tiffany laughs. "Tell me about your school—do you like it there? Have you made any new friends? Is Dior still a pain in the ass, or has he laid off your back?" I look around while thinking of what to answer first. I'm sitting inside a café together with Tiffany and her twin brother Rohan. Both of them have barely even touched their drinks, and honestly, they are acting weird. Tiffany is oddly bubbly and overly excited while her brother inspects the place as if he believes something to jump out from
Alice "You can't stay locked inside your room forever, Alice. And you need real food! It is not healthy for you to keep eating sugar all day. Please, will you stop eating ice cream for dinner? No wonder you're so short!" I put aside my bowl, feeling hurt because Dior hit the bullseye. Whatever Ben & Jerry's is how a girl survives. I take another bite, talking with my mouth full. "You're not my mother, Dior!" The man glares at me, crossing his bulging arms across his chest. I'm not too fond of his fit physique right now. Damn him standing there looking like fitness materialized while I'm eating pure diabetes for dinner. "I'm trying to be a good friend, Alice." I sigh and push away the ice cream once more. "I know! But I'm not in a good mood today. The world sucks." The mattress creaks when my uninvited guest sits down next to me. He is heavy, and I sink into him. Dior blinks at our sudden contact, and I sit straighter, clearing my t
WilliamBlood trickles down from my chin when I roll my head to the side, glancing down at June. The giggling vampire hybrid reaches out her hand, taking some of the red liquid on her fingertip to put it into her mouth as she sucks it clean."You taste delicious."I don't reply."Too bad you're a traitor, William." June circles the room and picks up a whip. Her lips art to reveal sharp teeth in a deranged smile. "Not only do I have to get stronger to kill Patricia—I also have to deal with that witch from your dreams."I'm still silent, barely even breathing as I hang on the wall. We are down in the basement, and my entire body is burning. June has been hurting me since morning. She entered my dreams and found out about Alice's existence, and now she is making sure I will remember my master's name and that I can't have a happy ending.Honestly, I'm glad I'm the one taking this punishment instead of Alice. Her eyes, so bright and lively,
Patricia I have an uninvited guest inside my new kitchen. Alice isn't at home. She left early to find herself a part-time job, leaving me home alone to enjoy some quality time with myself. I was happy with the idea that I would finally get some time to breathe and sort out my thoughts. I'm one of those people who needs her alone time. Yet, I'm here, baking bread while glancing at Dior, who is smiling at me from the kitchen table. "It smells delicious," Dior comments as he leans his cheek against his knuckles. "You've always been such a skilled baker." I glare at Dior, suddenly remembering him calling me large, fat, and plus-sized at school. He never hesitated to give me a snide remark in the past, especially if I filled my plate with another portion. Yet now he is sitting in my kitchen, giving me sweet compliments while the mate-bond is zapping electricity between us—fate has a wicked sense of humor. "I won't let you savor anything."
Patricia After I've wrapped my legs around Dior's muscular body, he carries me into my bedroom while kissing me. My imagination is already running wild. I'm tasting his tongue and running my hands through his thick, dark hair, already wet and ready to take him. The man standing inside my bedroom looks like he just stepped out of every woman's wet dream. Dior is dressed casually in dark jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his bulging biceps and does nothing to hide his cobblestone abs trying to escape. I can count the sexy ridges through the fabric. I stop biting his lower lip and lean back, and as expected, those piercing blue eyes are even more intense when we are this close. Dior smiles at me, a devious half-smile that makes my heart stop inside my chest—he is gorgeous. I'm panting while my belly churns in anticipation. The alpha man, who I'm trying to hate, seems ready to eat me alive—and as embarrassing as it is, I want to let him. I take a deep breath and try not to overthink
Dior It takes three minutes of looking into Patricia's insecure eyes to realize she isn't experienced or confident enough to take the lead. I'm not either, but my cock is already hard, and I want her. I lean forward, placing my palm on Patricia's cheek with my lips curling up into a smirk. The little thing gazes me up and down, obviously checking out my pecs. Her eyes stay on them for what seems like an eternity. I take a deep breath, and she abruptly lifts her chin, blushing as she locks her eyes with mine. Intrigue immediately washes over me. Patricia is attracted to me, yet she seems determined to keep a restraint on herself. When I was licking her, she let go of her hatred and forgot about her barricades, but now they are back up, and I intend to destroy them. I tilt my head. "Your bark is so big outside of this room, but once you're naked and wrapped in my arms, the warrior princess suddenly turns into a shy kitten." Patricia part her lip
Dior I come home to an abandoned house. Most of our furniture has been removed and taken out of the rooms. Even my parent's collection of crying clown paintings and the weird dog statues are gone. The flower pots are emptied, shoes removed from the hallway, the lamp doesn't go on, and the walls seem taller than before. "Did they... Leave me?" I ask no one in particular. I take a moment to regain my breathing and drop my bag of football equipment as I stare at the floor, which seems to crumble beneath my feet. Every fight and every battle I had with my parents—it all comes back to haunt me until I stand there, feeling like I'm not enough. How could they do this to me? Loneliness wraps me up like a blanket. It becomes harder to breathe without sharp pain slicing me apart. My eyes are blurry, but I was taught not to cry as a man. I'm the alpha of my pack, and I'm a guy—shame on me for being human even for a moment. I'm technically