That day, I arrived at school in high spirits, having celebrated my birthday the previous evening with a lavish party my friends couldn’t attend. While I didn’t reveal the true reason for their absence, I made it up to them the following day, treating them to a joyous celebration of my new ride.
Here at school, my affluent background and regal demeanor drew attention and admiration from my peers. Despite the allure I held for many, my betrothal to Kayne served as a barrier to romantic pursuits. While I rebuffed advances from admirers, some speculated about my sexuality. Yet, here I was, contemplating approaching a boy the next day. Life’s ironies never failed to amuse me. After dropping off my friends, I found myself lost in thought, the loud beats of hip hop music failing to drown out thoughts of Alexander. Despite my efforts to push him from my mind, his captivating presence lingered, igniting a newfound attraction within me. Glancing into my side mirror, I noticed a sleek black Lamborghini trailing behind me, its presence stirring a sense of unease within me. I had glimpsed the car earlier, parked near Grace’s house and then Lora’s, but its persistence now raised suspicion. “Who the hell is that?” I pondered, slowing down to assess the situation. The car remained steadfast behind me, its persistence sparking my curiosity. Remembering my father’s words—“Be as wise as the serpent, or you’ll get yourself killed”—I nodded in acknowledgment. “I’m being followed, interesting,” I muttered to myself, a smirk playing on my lips. Increasing the volume of the music and my speed, I drove faster than ever before. Taking a sharp U-turn, I shifted gears, glancing behind me to see the pursuing car matching my pace. “We’ll see about that,” I murmured, a sense of determination fueling my actions. It was time to employ the disappearing act I had mastered. Reciting incantations taught to me by my mother, their meanings lost to me, I watched as my car vanished from the road, reappearing near the safety of the mansion. “No one must know where you live,” my mother’s voice echoed in my mind, her cautionary words guiding my actions. “Home sweet home,” I muttered, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I parked in the garage. With a sigh, I exited the car, shouldering my school bag as I headed into the mansion. “Welcome home,” my mother greeted me with a warm smile, her presence a comforting sight after the day’s events. My father’s absence was not unexpected; he rarely had time for such moments, consumed by his duties to the pack. Sometimes, I questioned if I truly knew him at all. “Yes, I’m home, Mother,” I replied, returning her embrace with a soft hug. “Where’s Father?” I inquired, scanning the room casually. While I cared little for his whereabouts, I aimed to tread carefully to avoid his usual lectures on werewolf etiquette—an incessant reminder of our pack’s rules that I had grown weary of hearing. “He’s out in the woods with half of the pack,” she informed me, studying my expression closely. I glanced away, masking any hint of disinterest. “Is everything okay, Yvonne?” she probed, concern evident in her voice. “Father Bosco was at school today. Another witch was caught,” I disclosed, shifting in my seat. My mother shrugged, her admiration for Father Bosco apparent. “I’m impressed by Father Bosco’s efforts. He’s relentless in his pursuit.” I sighed, meeting her gaze. “Only the black witches. I once overheard the witches discussing a white witch elder who still lives, hidden in an unknown body—a formidable opponent.” A smile touched my mother’s lips. “It’s unfortunate that Father Bosco began with the innocent ones.” “I think he’s going too far. They didn’t choose to be witches—some of them were born that way. They don’t deserve this,” I voiced my concern, resting my jaw on my hand as I pondered the injustice. My mother nodded solemnly. “Some may deserve it, my child, but it’s not your burden to bear,” she reassured me before excusing herself. “Why don’t you go upstairs and have your shower? Esther will prepare lunch for you.” Esther, our cook and a fellow wolf, held the position of an omega in our pack hierarchy. In our world, everyone knew their place, but the alpha remained supreme, serving as our leader. “Okay, mother,” I acquiesced, making my way upstairs to my room. As I climbed the staircase, thoughts of the earlier incident—the car that had followed me—flashed through my mind. “I should tell Mother about this,” I resolved, turning back. However, my thoughts were interrupted as Kayne approached me. Surprised to see him upstairs, I questioned his presence. “What are you doing here?” He shrugged casually. “Don’t I have the right to visit my mate whenever I like?” I scoffed, feeling a surge of frustration towards him. “Were you in my bedroom?” I asked, hoping my suspicions were unfounded. He smiled, closing the distance between us and placing his hands behind my neck. “Do you have a problem with that, my beloved? I wouldn’t be so nervous if you were to come to my bedroom too. In fact, I would be honored.” Deciding to ignore his advances, I walked past him, feeling his gaze linger on me as he followed. The presence of Kayne made me reconsider sharing my concerns about the car with my mother. Dropping my bag on my desk, I turned to face him, his proximity unnerving. “Kayne, am I the only one who finds you weird sometimes?” I questioned, meeting his gaze head-on. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Yes, you are. And I would advise you to stop thinking that way of your handsome mate,” he retorted smoothly. “I see.…” I murmured, nodding as I turned to unpack my school bag. “How was school today?” Kayne inquired, approaching me from behind. “It was okay,” I replied with a smile. “I heard witches are presently on the run there, huh?” he remarked. I chuckled in response. “So it seems. You know, I would really prefer if you give me some privacy now. I need a lot of rest.” “Sure, whatever you want, my queen,” he acquiesced, stepping closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. With a kiss on my neck, he whispered, “See you at lunch,” before departing. As soon as he left, I rushed to my door and shut it firmly. “He is really getting on my nerves,” I grumbled to myself, returning to my bed. Lying on my back, I stared up at the ceiling, a deep smile spreading across my face. Thoughts of Alexander flooded my mind once more. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow at school,” I whispered to myself, my smile widening with anticipation.A few hours later, Susan stormed into the science laboratory, accompanied by Helen, both looking visibly frustrated. Lucy, Martha, and Geraldine sat at a round table, their expressions stern. “You’re late,” Lucy reprimanded sharply, her fiery eyes flashing with irritation. As both a teacher and a witch, her authority was undeniable, and her anger was palpable. She was the most powerful among them, having lived for centuries, her blonde hair cascading behind her ears as she glared at Susan and Helen. “We apologize, Lucy,” Susan murmured, bowing her head in deference. “You better be,” Lucy snapped, her gaze unwavering as she stared them down. Susan wasted no time in addressing the pressing issue. “This isn’t working at all, Lucy, Geraldine. You’re the remaining elders of the black witches, the oldest among us. How many more must Father Bosco kill before we take action?” Martha, with her dark skin and striking white eyes, chimed in sadly. “I’ve been wondering the same thing. He manag
Alexander and Drake arrived back at their luxurious apartment after a long day at school, their fatigue overshadowed by their cheerful demeanor. They parked their expensive ride in the garage and ascended to their apartment using the elevator.“The city has changed so much, don’t you think, brother?” Alexander remarked, loosening the buttons on his shirt.“More beautiful women, I must say,” Drake replied, sinking into the couch.Alexander raised an eyebrow. “If you’re referring to that silver-haired girl you were talking to earlier, I suggest you look elsewhere.”Drake chuckled. “Why? Is she out of my league?”“Don’t be oblivious to the way she looked at me,” Alexander retorted, pouring himself a drink. “She wouldn’t spare you a glance if she knew who I was. I doubt you stand a chance with her.”Drake sighed. “We’re in the twenty-first century now, Alexander. She’s innocent.”“Nobody is innocent, brother, not even her parents,” Alexander countered, a wry smile playing on his lips. “And
Grace looked visibly irritated, her arms raised in frustration, while Lora mirrored her discontent as they waited outside the club for me. “She’s always making excuses,” Grace vented, her voice tinged with anger. “Come on, Grace, she promised she’d come tonight. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt,” Lora urged, attempting to diffuse the tension. “Like this is the first time she’s stood us up?” Grace retorted, her tone sharp. “She’ll be here tonight, Grace. She gave us her word,” Lora insisted, her voice steady despite the brewing frustration. They had been waiting for me for hours, a scenario not uncommon given my father’s strict rules. They feared I might bail on them once again. “And here she comes,” Lora exclaimed excitedly as she spotted me driving in. Grace’s grin was infectious. “Wow! She actually showed up. Tonight is going to be a blast.” Excitedly, they rushed to my car as I stepped out, clad in a pair of hot shorts, a stylish jacket, and heels, while my friends da
I chuckled, feeling reassured by the support of my friends as they waved at Alexander. Alexander followed my gaze and acknowledged them with a nod. “You do have pretty friends,” he remarked. “And the best of them too,” I added proudly. He laughed. “That’s cool, isn’t it?” “Sure.…” I replied, nodding, though inwardly I was feeling quite nervous. “So, where did you come from?” I asked, eager to learn more about the guy I was crushing on. He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just moved into town. My family lives in the States, and we decided to study here.” “Really? And they let you?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise. “Of course they did,” he replied, rising to his feet and retrieving two drinks from a passing waitress’s tray. “Bills are on me,” he muttered as he handed me a glass of wine. “Thank you,” I murmured, taking the glass and sipping tentatively. “My parents would never allow me to leave town, let alone study in another state,” I remarked with a laugh, marveling at his f
I drove in silence, foregoing my usual habit of playing music, lost in my thoughts. The image of Alexander dancing with Helen lingered in my mind, fueling a newfound determination. “I think I’m ready to play this game,” I mumbled to myself, increasing my speed. Suddenly, a loud impact rocked my car from above, startling me. I yelled in panic, struggling to maintain control of the wheel, but managed to steady myself. With trembling hands, I glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to comprehend what had just happened. “What was that?” I muttered, heart pounding in my chest. Turning around, I was horrified to see a figure standing in the middle of the road. I screamed, slamming on the brakes as my car screeched to a halt before the mysterious figure. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, adrenaline coursing through my veins. As I stepped out of the car, my shock turned to disbelief when I realized it was Susan standing before me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to get yourself killed?
It was early in the morning when Drake entered the apartment, finding the living room cloaked in darkness. “At least he isn’t downstairs to lecture me about my movements,” Drake mused, adjusting his collar. As he approached a door leading to the corridor, the lights suddenly illuminated, causing him to gasp and pivot around. “I’m glad I know my brother so well,” Alexander remarked from his perch on an armchair, holding a glass cup filled with blood. It had always been his preferred method of feeding, deeming it distasteful to sink his fangs into people’s bodies. Drake scoffed as he neared. “You were here all along waiting for me? I’m impressed.” “Where were you all night, Drake?” Alexander inquired, his curiosity piqued. Drake shrugged. “Have you forgotten? I came to Latan to have fun, not to sip blood from a glass cup.” Alexander chortled. “I’m decent enough not to act like an animal, Drake.” Drake laughed, taking a seat opposite him. “Call it whatever you choose, Alex, but wearin
Grace inquired, “What did you say to them?” “Nothing harmful,” I answered, smiling confidently. Lora was taken aback when she saw Alexander and Anne heading to our table. “Please, sit here,” I offered, motioning for Alexander to sit beside me while I positioned myself between them. “Oh my God! She’s so mean,” Grace muttered under her breath. “Enjoy your lunch, Anne,” I said, nudging her playfully. It was evident that Anne was pretty upset, but I didn’t care. What did she expect? That I would allow her to continue her antics with Alexander at my table? No way! “Hello, ladies and gent,” Drake greeted as he arrived at our table with his lunch. “Can I join you?” “Sure, you can, Drake,” I replied, stealing a glance at Alexander, who had buried his head in his food. Drake sat down, muttering to himself, “This is going to be fun.” We ate in silence, staring at each other, while other students couldn’t help but steal glances at us. Drake cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So,
Catherine's eyes were everywhere, looking around the large hall, searching for her husband.She was scared that he might attack her at any minute once he realizes that she used magic on him "I should have wiped his memory" she thought walking carefully around the hall.Kayne sat with his best friend Matt who was also a beta from his pack.He sipped a glass of red wine "I always have this feeling that she doesn't want me."Matt gasped "don't say that Kayne, that's not possible."Kayne shrugged "according to my mother Matt, anything is possible, what if she decides to turn her back on me tonight? Damn! That would be extremely embarrassing."Matt chortled gulping down a large amount of wine down his throat "don't be ridiculous, you're an alpha and every woman's dream."Kayne laughed "I doubt if I am Yvonne's dream, she doesn't see me that way, she rather sees me like some sort of a monster trying to squeeze his way into her life."He stood up "bu