My chest felt tight with anger and embarrassment. I had one thing to do and I failed at that, I had one shot at leaving this godforsaken pack but I failed to even do that. I could never do anything right. There was no escaping this place by running and there was no escaping by asking. I wiped the tears of frustration from my face and kept on pacing while trying to wrap my mind around the events that had occurred.I had built up my courage and walked into a death trap with a flicker of hope burning within me. I had hoped but I knew that I was being stupid. He would never have allowed it. Now that small burning flicker of hope had been put out and I felt stuck. What was I supposed to do?My sanity was being questioned. The more I stayed in this pack, the more brain cells were dying. I knew that I was not going to find my home in the same shape as I had left it but being surrounded by people who I had grown up with sound better than being stuck in one of the most dangerous packs and with
I very well knew that angering an Alpha was calling your own death. I had constantly held myself back just so as to avoid angering the man who had made my life a living hell. I could not continue holding up and act like everything was fine. I could not act like my life was moving at the same rate when it had slowed down and my wounds were not healing. I did not know what state my pack was in. I knew that they were probably bouncing back since I had spent a valuable amount of time in this pack. I knew that they thought I was dead, along with my parents. The thought itself made the insides of my stomach churn and turn. Tears were threatening to come out as I remembered the events of that night. I stared at the damage I had done. It was not almost half as much as I felt or wanted to do. I wanted to bring down the very existence of this house. The feeling of anger was surging up in my veins and I could hear my own blood pumping. I was seeing red and my head was hurting. Everything seem
I struggled to correctly perch the dark-rimmed glasses on my nose. They looked too big for my face but I did not complain. I let go of the bridge of the glasses when I was satisfied that I was wearing them correctly and comfortably. A sigh passed my lips when I looked across the room, everything looked the same, maybe a bit darker but the same nevertheless. "That should help you avoid the itching." The doctor glanced over at me before placing the retinoscope back onto the stand that had her other tools.The doors opened immediately when she turned back to me. I looked up at Alec and Cora as they entered the room followed by Danielle and Taylor, filling the room. I looked back at the door hoping to see another face but when I saw Alec shake his head, I knew. I felt stupid for even thinking that he could be waiting for me to get discharged. It seemed like I had become a close ally to the white surroundings ever since Jaxon, white wall...white lab coats...too many blondes. Why were mos
"What do you mean?" I rested my head on the counter and looked up at Cora.Nothing made sense to me. Nothing at all, especially the fact that the doctor did not disclose much about why I was in need of another pair of eyes. The doctor had simply termed it as irritation and possibly genetically. True, most of my father's siblings wore spectacles and some of their kids did too. Not to forget they had color blindness as a hereditary thing, my father had it too but I was among the lucky few who survived the need for spectacles.I had never needed spectacles and I did not need them now, the itch would subside. Maybe it was simply an irritation and stimulus to the new environment. I was probably going to have to get rid of the glasses after a few days. I had convinced myself over the last week that I did not need them and I only wore them when the sun was high in the sky. I was glad that the doctor had at least taken the privilege to give me better "more in fashion" glasses...well after I b
I knew that I looked stupid but I did not give care. I did not think that I would be seeing any of my pack mates soon. A part of me had started accepting that I would never see them again, including Vera like the way I had accepted that I would never see my parents. A crippling feeling always came to me when I remembered my pack. Was it the same after...? I had yearned for my home. Even if it meant looking into Lucas' annoying blue eyes if that was what it meant to be back home. I knew that people probably thought I was dead or that I ended up as a prisoner. Either way, no one was coming to save me. The blood-stained Alpha would definitely kill them while they were at it.I unbelievably still had the hope of running away someday, I constantly eyed the roads when no one was looking. No one was coming for me so I had to make a way for myself. I had decided that if I were to run off, I was not going to run back to my pack. That was the easiest bet, Jaxon would have probably sent his war
TWENTYMy eyes were temporarily closed but I could feel sleep slowly creeping in. Everything was tiring, the day had been nothing but exhausting. I slightly opened my eyes and looked up at Vera who was still eyeing the room and asking random questions that pooped up in her mind. I was able to answer all the questions she had thrown at me until now..."Is Jaxon Ryker your mate?" I squeezed my eyes shut again. "Yes," I replied. "He doesn't act like it." She spoke up."It's simply because he's a jerk." A sharp knock on the bed made me raise my body. I stood up from the bed and went to open the door. I had to be cautious with who entered my room now because I did not want someone to come and grab her. I did not trust Jaxon, he was not happy about having to leave Vera unpunished. I opened the door, only leaving a small creek for me to see who was knocking.I sighed when I saw Cora. I opened the door wider and let her in, she was followed by Danielle closely behind who was holding a tray
TWENTY-ONEI would have loved to say that Danielle's hair was the reason as to why my eyes were fluttering or that her skin was shining too much for my eyes but that was not the reason. I really wished so and I wished that I was not stuck in this position. My eyes opened and closed as I looked ahead. I had decided that I simply needed my glasses and I should not have dumped them.Come to think of them, I did not remember where I had dumped them. I did remember complaining about them to Cora and then everything that went down after that, Vera, Alec and Jaxon. Suddenly, the sun's rays shone harder as I looked through the windscreen and squinted my eyes. The doctor had told me that I should make sure to have my glasses when I was moving up and about.I hated to admit that I actually needed those damned glasses. I could actually feel a pounding to my head and I felt a sudden urge to lie down and forget about my problems. I had no idea what the devious people around me were planning but by
TWENTY-TWOI was scared, to say the least. I had surely stood up for myself before but something told me not to even try at that moment as Jaxon's eyes glared at Johnny. I was more scared for Johnny's life than mine, he was a really good guy. Jaxon's eyes were dark and those red specks were sparkling in them but he would close his eyes and then they would disappear, only for the specks to appear again. He was fighting for control.My eyes widened when his hold on me tightened and his eyes were that unrealistic colour, black and specks of red. More vibrant and staring down at me. He was no longer staring at Johnny as if he wanted to snap his neck off, he was looking at me. And it affected me that I could not read his face when he looked at me. I could see the anger when he had looked at the other male but I could not make out what was going on in his mind when he stared at me with his jaw clenched.His eyes fascinated me and made me wonder. Some werewolves' eye colours are known to cha