As I gently nudged open the door to my dorm room, my jaw dropped in utter disbelief.
The place was a total disaster!
My once neatly arranged bed, desk, and dresser now lay in disarray, overturned and scattered haphazardly. Torn books littered the floor alongside dusty clothes and crumpled fabrics, while a toppled vase added a touch of shattered fragility to the scene.
Appalled, I looked toward my roommate, Anna sitting on her bed with her eyes looking towards the ground, hesitant to meet mine.
“Anna, what the hell happened?” I asked, worried that people might have broken into our room and tried to harm her. However, thankfully, there were no signs of injury on her body. “Are you alright?”
She nodded and looked up at my face with guilty eyes, “I’m sorry.” She said, “Leslie knocked on the door half an hour ago and threatened me. She said if I didn’t let her in, she would make my life a living hell like she did with you.”
“Oh, God.” I mumbled to myself, “Of course.”
Before I could examine the extent of the damage in the room, a sudden thought prompted me to look toward my closet. No!
With haste, I darted towards my closet, forcefully swinging the doors open, only to be met with an unbelievable sight.
My hand-sewn cocktail dress, which was intended to be my birthday outfit for tonight, lay torn to pieces. My heart sank to the deepest abyss of my stomach at the sight before me, and tears began to well up, threatening to escape from my eyes.
I would not have cared if it was any other piece of clothing. But this gown, besides school supplies and essentials, was the first thing I bought for myself in a long time. I had saved up money over the past three months by working at the café so that I could buy the necessary materials to sew the gown myself.
And tonight's a double whammy – it's my 18th birthday in just a few hours. As a werewolf style, turning 18 means I get to find my fated mate that is chosen by the moon goddess and probably got a chance to pull off my first shift.
But now, the torn dress destroyed the highlight of my life that I longed for most. I fell to the ground, and tears streamed down my cheeks as I examined the torn fabric, a bitter realization washed over me—I had nothing suitable to wear for tonight’s occasion.
Embarrassed to let Anna witness my plight, I hurried to the bathroom, her voice calling out for me from behind. Despite her calls, I rushed inside, determined to shield her from seeing me in such a state. Those pity-filled eyes, which I had gotten used to, were exactly what I aimed to avoid. Anna knew better than anyone else that my foster parents never got me stuff of my own. I was always forced to wear their daughter Leslie’s old clothes. To make things more difficult for me, Leslie would purposefully tear or stain her old cloth. And I never had the money to buy things for myself until recently when I had to move to a dorm and got a part-time job.
All of my nightmares start with the unfortunate night of my father’s death. Beta Benson Stone, Leslie’s father, has been controlling my life since then.
I'm from a single parent family before all these horrible things happened.
My mother passed away, giving birth to me due to a medical complication, and my father was away fighting in a war at that time. He was devastated when he returned home, but he could not let that get the better of him, as he was now responsible for caring for me. However, I didn’t have much time with him either, as he was again sent into a war to fight for his pack. He was the Beta then, and he had huge responsibilities on his shoulders.
Nevertheless, my father never returned home from that war. The only man with him that night was Benson Stone, who claimed that my father was trying to escape like a coward. In an attempt to stop him, Benson suffered grave injuries and fell into a deep pit in the ground, but he could not save my father.
Believe it or not, this is all bullshit! I don't believe a word that comes out of that disgusting mouth. The last thing my father would do, was to betray the pack and escape to save his life.
Upon Benson’s return to the pack, he was promoted to fill my father’s position as Beta, and the entire pack showered him with applause, praising his supposed bravery. He even made grand promises to take me under his wing and care for me as his own daughter. If only someone had held him accountable for his empty words now.
The entire pack is well aware of the horrendous treatment I receive from Leslie and her family. Essentially, I was nothing more than a servant they pretended to care for. Despite the grim awareness of my dire circumstances, no one steps forward to rescue me, and I am painfully aware that deep down, resentment lingers within every one of them. They despise me for the simple fact of being my father’s daughter—branded as the offspring of a traitor, a coward, and their way of punishing me is letting the Stones do the cruellest things to me and remain silent.
The sole glimmer of hope I held onto was the fact that this was my final year of high school. Once it concluded, I could flee to college and bid farewell to the burden of living with the Stones. Additionally, I found solace in being awarded a scholarship for this year, granting me the privilege of free housing on campus. Fortunately, very few individuals occupied the dorm rooms in our school, a circumstance for which I was immensely grateful. It significantly diminished the likelihood of encountering the Stones daily. The only times I was forced to visit their residence were the weekends, as they aimed to put on a façade of care and concern for me in front of others.
However, that wasn’t my concern for tonight. I had more pressing matters, such as deciding what to wear for tonight’s party. There was no way I would allow myself to miss this event. After all, it was the end-of-semester celebration at school, and on top of that, it marked my 18th birthday. This meant that, at long last, I would discover the identity of my mate. At the very least, I needed to attend the party for his sake. A small glimmer of hope within me couldn’t help but yearn for a better life once I found my mate. Perhaps he would become my shield, protecting me from every adversity that plagued my existence.
Kiara’s POVAs I stepped into the magnificent halls, an overwhelming sense of not fitting in washed over me. With my Plain Yellow button-up shirt and blue jeans, I knew I would inevitably attract attention. Unlike the others, who were impeccably dressed for the occasion, I felt out of place. Walking through the crowd, I could see the lights bounce off the people on the dance floor and illuminate the entire place. The music was roaring within the room, but I was far from enjoying it.Sensing my unease, Anna grabbed my hand and led me to one of the corners, where we spotted a small table farthest from everyone and decided to sit there.“Kiara, wait here for me, will you? I’ll go get us something to drink,” she said.“Just water for me, please. Thank you!” I responded, but I doubted she heard me.I lost myself in thought as she vanished into the crowd we emerged from. Despite this being our final semester at school, a small part of me held onto the hope that things would take a different
Kiara’s POVFor a solid 20 seconds, Asher stood frozen in disbelief. His complexion turned pale, resembling someone who had encountered a ghost. While everyone else seemed perplexed by his reaction, I understood all too well. My heart pounding within me was deafening, and I dreaded its intensity tearing me apart. This couldn’t be real. It simply couldn’t be happening. “Babe, are you alright?” Leslie touched her boyfriend’s face. “Why do you look so scared?”“I…” He was at a loss for words, “Leslie…”I could see that Asher lacked the courage to confront the truth, let alone admit it to his girlfriend. What did this mean for us? Asher has a girlfriend, and I end up being his mate? How are we ever going to resolve this? Will Leslie even let us be together? Will Asher fight for us?A million questions were racing through my mind. As Asher struggled to compose himself in his newfound reality, I shook with the fear of endless ways this was going down.I watched as Leslie wrapped her hands o
Asher’s POV As a wolf, the luxury of choosing one’s mate is nonexistent. In many respects, everything is predetermined, including the course of your life and the partner you will be bound to. However, whether you embrace that connection or opt for your chosen one remains within your realm of control. Yet, this autonomy comes at a significant cost, one whose gravity had eluded me until now.After the party, Leslie decided to stay the night at mine to keep my mind off things. However, I suspected that she would be the one to benefit from it rather than me, as unlike her, I did not fear losing my partner. Since Leslie learned she wasn’t my mate, her hold on me got stronger. She was reluctant to leave my side for fear of losing me to someone else. Someone like Kiara. She had to be a mate out of all the people in the world.Honestly, I never had any personal problems with her. She was a harmless person and never did anything to anyone for her to deserve the wrath she’s been subjected to by
Kiara’s POVAfter lunch, I ran very fast to the locker room to get ready for PE, trying to avoid as many people as I could. I think I should have skipped one lesson, to get out of my awkward situation and give my broken heart a break, but I really need the credit to graduate. Furthermore, combat training became a crucial aspect of our education, preparing us for the inevitable wars that lay ahead. was customary for all the students to get training in combat twice a week. Being werewolves made us immensely strong, and we needed to know how to use our strength to our advantage. “Hi!” As I entered, my gaze landed on Anna standing by the locker. “Babe, you still look pale,” Anna greeted me with a comforting hug. In an attempt to lighten my mood, she exclaimed, “Let me tell you something fun! Do you happen to know if the new guy has arrived?”“Ugh, no, who?”“He’s our new combat trainer, Principal Benton had spoken highly of him! He’s supposed to join us this week,” Ans said. “But tha
Kiara’s POVDespite no longer being my mate, deep down, I couldn’t help but believe that if anyone would stand up for me, it would be him. Even though my mind had come to terms with my destiny, my heart stubbornly resisted. A tiny fragment of it still clung to the hope that he would reconsider and pick me instead of her. Yet, his hesitance to act spoke volumes, providing my sought answer.Moving my head away from him, I tried to focus on the problem at hand. I knew for a fact that I could not train with Leslie. Even though it was meant to be a practice session, Leslie wouldn’t miss any opportunity to harm me. Despite being aware of this, I couldn’t afford to back down.“Let’s start, shall we?” Leslie said and brought a fist toward my face. Instinctively, I ducked down and took a step back.I once again looked at Asher, pleading with him with my eyes to do something. In response, he only looked away from me. In my distracted state, I failed to notice that Leslie was coming at me again.
Marcus’ POVWith my palm pressing against the cold tile of my bathroom, I lost track of how long I was standing in front of the shower head. Endless streams of water dribbled down my spine as I lay there, reminiscing about yesterday. I struggled to understand the significance of that encounter.I had just finished speaking to the authorities and was returning to my car when I heard someone sobbing. Curious, I went to see if they needed help. I could see a girl sitting by the tree, but I couldn’t see her face. I only noticed her arm was bruised and wanted to know if she needed my help. Little did I know she would be the only thing running through my mind all night. I never felt a connection so strong before. And I didn’t even know who she was.Exhaling deeply, I turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower. A glance towards the basin compelled me to focus on the small charm resting on it. It was a delicate gold bracelet I had stumbled upon near the tree just yesterday as I was about
Kiara’s POV: We weren’t supposed to have a combat class until Thursday, but much to my dismay, we did. When I tried to find out why, I was told that it was because the new combat trainer had joined for duty today and in order to conduct our introductory session, our combat class was postponed. To be honest, I was relieved to know that I no longer had to see the substitute teacher who did not care enough to supervise our sessions. It was in his class that Leslie beat me and it didn’t even come to his notice. As I made my way to the combat class, I secretly prayed for a better combat trainer who acted like a professional. Little did I know what was in store for me. As he stepped into the class, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Blood drained from my face as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Of all the people in the world, how did he end up being my trainer? How was I supposed to take this seriously after knowing that I wept in his arms merely a day ago. This was beyond embarra
By this point, I was beginning to gain some of my composure back, but I still did not have the strength to move. When I was placed on a soft surface, I lay limp, unable to form any words. Seconds passed before I could see again. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found my trainer looking down at me.I felt his hand on my head as he rubbed my forehead all the way back to my hair. “Are you alright?”He was so close to me that I could feel his breath on me. If I moved just a few inches, our lips would meet. Afraid of the consequences, I remained in the same position and mumbled a quiet, “Yes.”Relief flooded over his eyes at the sound of my voice. Leaving my side, he quickly went to fetch me some water. As he was approaching, I slowly started getting up. The wound on my back made me wince in pain, and I struggled to sit straight. Seeing me struggling, he wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me up with him so I could rest against the wall behind.“Have some water,” he said and pushed it t