Cynthia Dion:While I was shouting and screaming at the alphas, I noticed Enzo narrowing his eyes at me, which irked me."Do you think your stare can scare me?" I yelled, too angry to consider the consequences.I was not sure where I got all this courage from but I had reached my limits. However, his response wasn't what I had expected. Following his gaze, I turned around to see whom he was looking at. That's when I saw my father making his way toward us.My heart sank in my chest as I noticed the anger on his face. It was not a wonderful moment to be caught between two alphas.The moment he reached me, he did the unthinkable – snatching the beanie off my head and exposing the patchy hair that he had chopped off the other day. I immediately covered my head when my father took away my beanie."Such a daughter you are," Dad yelled in front of whoever was present.I heard a gasp filled with shock from Enzo, and to make matters worse, some students had also gathered on the road, heading
Cynthia Dion:"That's enough, father!" I shouted as I lunged and pulled my sister away from him."I was never going to leave her behind," I retorted through tears. Didn't he see the redness on my skin? Didn't he care?"You couldn't wait until I got home? I get picked on every single day. School life is already terrible. Everyone is a damn bully. Every little thing I do, I get picked on for days. Couldn't you spare me this one time? Now I'll be a hot topic for weeks. I'll suffer all because of you." It felt liberating to express my emotions and say what I had been bottling up in my heart.Dad unveiled the last blow he had been reserving: "Don't worry, you won't be facing them because you're not going to school anymore," he stated, pointing at me and then at Flora, who immediately burst into tears. I felt ashamed for exacerbating the situation for her."What?" Flora was jolted at the order from my father. He was just pure evil for this. "That’s unfair. If you want to punish someone, pu
Enzo’s POV:The night had arrived, and we hadn't seen Atticus the whole day. After the incident happened, he stormed off."He is not responding to me," Rosalie pouted, holding alcohol in one hand and her phone in the other. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for hours.I had to take her out and bring her to the mountains, where we three always meet and drink."I have left him a message to come meet us here," I said, watching Rosalie let out a bitter laugh and then chug straight from the bottle."Maybe you should tone it down a bit," I suggested as her small sip turned into a chugging competition."I have to be drunk to see him. You know he's mad at me, right? He's angry with me because I poured that coffee on his mate. The same mate who doesn't give a shit about him." She laughed through tears and shook her head.Seeing Rosalie like that was difficult for me. I had a crush on her from a very young age. I always thought I would grow up and feel a mate bond with her. There were t
Cynthia Dion:"Sneak out," Mr. Holt repeated."I--" I stuttered, confused."To discuss what we can do to persuade your father to give you and your sister a chance," he continued swiftly, clarifying to dispel my doubts evident in my silence."It is not possible for me to meet you at this time," I excused, having set a boundary to avoid any requests that could lead to more trouble with my father."Okay! I'll come by to meet you in the morning," he spoke softly to me, a tone I wasn't accustomed to."But Dad won't let you talk to me," I whispered, quickly pulling the phone away from my ear to glance at the time displayed on the screen.It was past midnight."Just leave that to me." He almost mumbled the last part conspiratorially, "Go rest now; we'll meet in the morning." With that, he hung up.That night, I fell asleep with the belief that the morning would bring good news.Taking some time to stretch and yawn, I felt like my eyelids were too heavy to open right away. With no drapes to c
Rosalie’s POV:I woke up in my bed instead of on the mountainside. I yawned and stretched, moving my arms around and feeling the comfortable mattress beneath me."Good morning," I said to myself, picking up my phone and staring at the blank screen. "He hasn't responded to me." My smile faded away.'Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh with his mate,' Rose said, ruining my mood by mentioning that person.'I will do whatever I want to do to her. If you're so bothered, why don't you go be her wolf? Oops! You can't because we're stuck together.' I couldn't believe I was getting angry so easily.It was as if there was a switch in my body, and every time something happened, I would get angry. Getting out of bed and stepping under the shower, I let my muscles calm down before wrapping a towel around my body and facing myself in the mirror."Atticus!" I said his name and kept staring at my face, "It's so unfair what you're doing to me." This time, I was talking to the Moon Goddess."How cou
Cynthia’s POV:Mr. Holt left after dropping me in the parking lot, but I had this one question in my mind that I needed an answer to."Why would Dad want me to participate in this contest?" I stroked my chin, keeping my head down when walking towards the entrance, thinking, "Of course, he's doing it for the money." I had the answer to the question myself.My father was only interested in money. He would sell me even if it came to that point.I had only walked up to the main entrance gate when somebody stepped between me and the gate."Move!" I didn't even raise my head and mumbled to Enzo. I recognized him from the hand tattoo."I'm only here to ask you about your wounds. Why aren't they healed yet? Did you not transition last night?" He sounded forceful when demanding to have a conversation with me."We rogues are not allowed to transition whenever we want," I grunted, thankful because that messed-up rule was saving my life."I can write you a permission letter," he shrugged. "Why is
Cynthia Dion:"You want to know who he is to me?" I almost let out a sarcastic laugh. "I'm sorry, but who are you to ask me that question?" I didn't hold back when expressing my emotions in this one question."I am--let's not forget I am still your mate," he clenched his jaw and whispered under his breath."Oh! Can you go tell everyone we are still mates because everyone thinks the rejection was completed later?" I folded my arms and questioned him.He shook his head, as he didn't have the courage to tell anyone he was still mated to a rogue she-wolf. But he had the audacity to question the same she-wolf about who she was hanging out with."He is a much older man than you. Are you so desperate for money that you don't even care who is in front of you? If money is the problem, you can ask me for help." He stood up and placed the tips of his fingers on the table, leaning over me as he continued to lecture me. I was stunned by his assumptions about me. It was like he would dream about so
Cynthia Dion:"Do you want to argue?" he grunted, narrowing his eyes."You're the one blocking my way," I stated, raising my voice a little."Lower your volume," he closed his eyes momentarily, processing, and then muttered under his breath, "Get inside; I'll drop you off at home." He attempted to calm himself by taking a deep breath."Why? Are you afraid someone might see you bullying me?" I scoffed, avoiding eye contact."Cynthia," he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in frustration. I was trying to understand why he was so into my whereabouts. He had rejected me and he should be over me now. "I appreciate your offer, but I can't be seen with you after my father saw us on that tape. Please, maintain your distance from me," I avoided his gaze, but I could sense his eyes fixed on my face from the corner of my eye. His shifting stance hinted that he didn't like hearing that I needed to keep my distance from him."Why?" He placed his hands on his waist and forgot his own suggestion