MIRANDA'S POV
The day I found out I was moving, my entire world stopped on its axis. I didn't know what to think, what to do, or whom to blame. I just remember staring up at Mother with an impassive expression on my face, not believing her.“Why?” I sought in a gentle tenor. I knew better than to raise my voice since my mother raised me to be a lady. “Mother, please tell me this isn't true.”Mother exhaled, taking off her glasses and polishing them on the hem of her cotton sweater. “Miranda, you know I don't do jokes. They offered me a new job, one that pays four times more than what I'm earning now.”“But we don't need more money. We're already rich,” I yelped, immediately covering my mouth, realizing my mistake. I knew I sounded like a brat, but my parents couldn't have chosen a worse time to be moving. Stanley Fisher, captain of the science club, had just asked me out on a date and I accepted. I was sixteen and no other guys had even glanced my way but Stanley. He was a bit of a nerd, but us nerds have to stick together. Plus he had gotten way hotter since the beginning of the school year. He lost his braces, his acne cleared up and he also seemed to have hit a growth spurt. His muscles were ripped and he even caught the eyes of the school's Queen B, Sara-May Cornfield.“Miranda, don't be a brat,” Mother scolded. “Nothing is wrong with wanting more than what you have.”I refrained from rolling my eyes. My mother was a little high-maintenance. She was a science professor at California State University and my father was a lawyer who comes from a long generation of lawyers, plus he owns the Whitmore Gas Stations all over the US. “What about father's business?”“Honey, don't worry about me. I can run my business from anywhere in the world. Your mother and I have talked this over and we made the decision to move to Howling Cliffs, Maine at the end of the month,” Father explained, sticking his head in the door and then disappearing once more when he was done saying what he had to say.I swallowed hard, feeling the colour drain from my face. This couldn't be happening, but I knew better than to challenge my parents. I guess I had only two weeks in Blue Springs, California. “OK, Mother. I will start packing.”“Good girl. Just pack what you need. I'm having new wardrobes delivered for us,” Mother kissed my cheek then made her way out of my bedroom.Now I was left alone with my thoughts. “How the hell will I tell my two best friends that I'm moving?”************I walked into the schoolyard after my driver dropped me off. The sun gently touched my skin, warming me up slightly. It was a cool day, even though summer was near. I sighed. I was going to miss the California weather for sure. The night before, I didn't sleep a wink. How could I when all I could do was think about how messed up my life had become? I had plans, but of course, my plans didn't matter to Mother and Father. All they cared about was the Whitmore family name and making millions. I even googled all I could about the state of Maine. The most interesting thing was that it was like 88% forest. I hoped and prayed that there was at least a mall or two where I could get my shopping on. I entered the building and my eyes travelled over the bodies of teens, all gathered in their respective cliques. Some were whispering and giggling with each other, while others were engrossed in the screens of their phones or their tablets.It was easy to spot my best friend Clarke. Her ginger hair and orange blazer were the brightest things in the hallway. And even though her sense of fashion was very chic, and she was the girlfriend of the most popular guy in school, she still hung out with me and Roger. The geeks; the weirdos; the nerds, just to name a few words they used to describe us. Sitting by the locker next to Clarke was my other best friend, Roger. He had his massive earphones over his head, playing with his Ectoplasma Machine. Roger was convinced the school was haunted, so he spent his entire savings to buy himself a Ghost Catcher 3000, and he was confident he had caught a ghost. I watched him furiously picking on the buttons of his gadget, and I grinned at his hopelessness.“Hey guys,” I greeted. Clarke smiled the moment she saw me, and then her eyes went soft.“Sup homegirl? Who died?” She asked. She grabbed her chemistry book from her locker and then slammed it shut. “Your face looks all depressed and edgy. Did Stanley call off the date? I will break his face.” She punched the locker door.“No,” I sighed, leaning down to grab the earphones from off Roger's head. “I'm moving.”Clarke's mouth dropped open, and her chewing gum fell to the floor. “No!”“Yes,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders and trying not to cry.“What?” Roger threw his Ghost Catcher 3000 to the side and fumbled on the floor while he tried to get up. “Where to?” He blurted as he finally stood up.“Howling Cliffs, Maine,” I declared, groaning as the words spilled from my lips.“Is that even a real place?” Clarke inquired, coming in for a hug.“Apparently so,” I sniffled, throwing myself in her arms.“When?” Roger demanded, wrapping his arms around us.“Next weekend,” I confessed, my tummy got weak thinking about finishing high school without them.****************Moving day was approaching too fast for my liking. Stanley hadn't spoken to me since the moment I informed him I was leaving. My eyes couldn't take seeing him and Sara-May exchanging love notes in Maths class. When the last period bell on my final day as life as I knew it rang, I leaped up out of my chair, grabbed my things, and bolted from the room before anyone could notice that I was crying. I bumped into Roger outside, who offered me a ride to the only home I had ever had.Clarke was soon by my side, helping me into Roger's Volkswagen. “Don't be sad. Roger and I will come visit you all the time.” Clarke tried to cheer me up.“Yeah. It's only a fifteen hundred dollar round trip to Maine,” Roger added sceptically. Clarke kicked the back of his seat.I knew money was tight for the both of them. Roger had never met his father, and his mother worked day shifts at one of my father's gas stations and the night shifts at the Old Oaks Nursing Home. Clarke's parents owned and operated a small Bed and Breakfast a mile from the town, but things got slow ever since they built the new highway, steering traffic away from the establishment.“Don't worry, Miranda. Even if we have to drive that forty-eight hours to Maine to see you, we will,” Clarke rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly.“Promise?” I asked.“We promise,” Roger whispered, gripping the steering tightly as he drove me home.MIRANDA'S POVOne Year LaterThe ice was melting in the mug I had in my hands loaded with strawberry Fanta. My mother would suffer a brain aneurysm if she knew I was consuming this sugary delight. But right then and there, I didn't care. All I wanted to know was if Hazel was going to find out if Zander was a werewolf. I rested the perspiring cup on my nightstand, but not before I took another mouthful, trapping and crunching on an ice cube between my teeth. The bed creaked as I hopped on it, and I hastily settled under the sheets, relaxing while I propped my head on the pillow. My fingertips left streak marks over my phone when I opened up the Goodñovel app. “Now where was I?” I quizzed myself, impatient to begin the next chapter. The last one left me on a massive cliffhanger. Before I could dive head-first into the world of the Alpha's Destiny, the blaring, loud hip-hop music came gushing into my room. Why did my parents have to move us here? My mother accepted a job at Wolferton A
NIGEL'S POVIt was another glorious morning, and I woke up again with an erection. One would have been quick to blame it on my teenage hormones, but being a werewolf, I was expected to have a handle on these urges. Velma, the Beta's daughter, was supposed to stop by last night, but she mind-linked me, telling me something urgent came up. What could be more important than having sex with the Alpha's son? She better be ready for me tonight. Velma and I weren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that, but we began hooking up a couple of years ago, and we decided to continue our meetings until one of us found our true mate.Meanwhile I had to figure out what to do about that pencil-neck virgin that was staying in our guest house. She just irked me the wrong way. I almost blew our secret last night when the clumsy bird fell out the window. I should have listened to my wolf and let her break her neck and die, but that feeling in my bones couldn't let that happen. I didn't understand w
MIRANDA'S POVI HATE NIGEL VANDERWOLF. “I hate him! I hate him! I. Freaking. Hate. Him!" I shrieked in frustration. There was no time for me to make it back home so I could change into some dry clothes. I had a calculus test that I could not be late for. I needed to maintain my 4.4 GPA. I suppose I just had to show up at school looking like a scrawny wet cat. I was drenched from head to toe, even my book bag was wet and my boots made squishy sounds whenever I made a step. I told myself that no one would notice me, but who was I kidding? As soon as I stepped on the campus ground all eyes were on me.“Did she fucking swim here?” An emo girl muttered to her friend. They chortled, generating more indecent remarks about me. I felt ashamed and ridiculous. At least at my last school, I was usually invisible. Here, I was like a zoo animal on display. “Who dressed her, her grandma?” A muscular fellow with jetblack hair laughed. “Go back to the 1950s, nerd.” I held my head down when he said tha
NIGEL'S POVVelma kept kissing on my neck while we walked to the library where detention was being held. I was so pissed that I had to spend my evening with that annoying princess. Father would not like me being late for yet another sparring session.“Velma, quit it,” I nudged her off. My skin was all clammy and sticky from her saliva. I used the back of my palm to dry my neck. “Remember the Wolfout Ball is in three and a half months and I want to make sure we coordinate. I was thinking you can do a black and white tux — you know, like a James Bond kinda vibes and I could wear a black dress with a plunging neckline.”“Sounds good.”“But don't overdo it. I don't want you to take away the attention from me,” she giggled. “See you when you get home.”********I strolled into the library, where Mrs. King was bent over a desk, scribbling away in a notebook. The virgin girl was resting against the wall in front of our History teacher. She looked like a lost puppy in that baggy red sweater a
THIRD PERSON POVIt pissed Alpha Nolan off that his son had missed their one-on-one sparring session. He had to take his wolf, Titan, on a run for him to cool off. His Luna, Peaches, tried to calm him down with her touch, but he was never in the mood for her comfort. No matter how the Luna tried she just couldn’t get any affection from her husband. Alpha Nolan got back from his run and his son still wasn't home. He strolled on out to the balcony that overlooked his packyard fuming, thinking of ways to punish the boy when he noticed his son's car driving up from the gates. The Alpha's frustration grew even more when he realized the vehicle parked in front of the guest house instead of the pack-mansion. "This is quite an interesting turn of events," his wolf Titan mumbled. They watched the two teenagers interact, and the Alpha caught on quickly. His son had never shown any other female this much attention before. Not even Velma who he knew his son was fucking. His wrath turned his eyes
MIRANDA'S POVThe sound of my alarm crowed like an early morning rooster. I should have got rid of this ugly clock a long time ago, but It was a gift from my best friend, Clarke. She had a wild sense of humour, plus she had a very peculiar obsession with chickens. I reached my hand out, smacking the clock to get it to turn off. Soon, the silence was deafening. I twisted out of bed with the blankets knotted around my body, causing me to stumble on the floor. In frustration, I untangled the sheets from my limbs and threw them on the bed. I woke up early today so I could get ready for my class field trip. Mrs. King was taking us to the Cresttooth Bridge, which was said to be one of the oldest pieces of landmark in the town.A gentle knock came on my door, then it pushed open. The well-groomed bob hairstyle of my mother appeared into view, followed by her tight smile. "Good, you're up," she greeted. "Just wanted to let you know breakfast will be ready shortly, so hurry and get dressed and
NIGEL'S POVThe girl's screams could be heard from outta space. Her wails vibrated off the trees above, disturbing the blackbirds from their nests. The winged creatures flew off in scores, squawking and flapping their wings as they drifted across the sky. My wolf was agitated, on the defence. My eyes were widened in unsurity as my heart raced away behind my rib cage. "Oh no, Shelly-Ann," Mrs. King muttered. Of course, her name had to be Shelly-Ann. The stubborn human girl who preferred to pee out in the middle of nowhere instead of in the safety of the bus. It wasn't clear to me why humans found it such a big deal to go in front of others. It was a natural thing. I barely got a chance to blink before Prissy Pants shoved me out of the way, catching me off guard, then running off in the direction of the screams. "Miranda! Where are you —" I fumed. It was no use. The stupid girl galloped away, ignoring my words.The girl screamed again. This time, Mrs. King clutched the necklace with th
MIRANDA'S POVLazarus kissed both my palms before he escorted me to the bus. He was an excellent mechanic. He had all the tools one would need for a vehicular emergency. With the help of some of the other guys, they got the bus out of the mud easily. The masculinity and testosterone were strong in the air. “So, Miranda, can I see you again?” Lazarus proposed.“Hurry, we gotta go.” I heard Nigel scream from his seat.“Yes, you can stop by to visit me anytime you want.”“Is that an invitation inside your home?” He sought, wiggling his eyebrows, being silly.“How about you come over for dinner sometime? Here’s my address,” I wrote it on his palm with my pen. “My mother is a superb cook.”“OK, it's a date then.”I blushed. This guy was one of the hottest guys I'd ever met, and he was interested in me. “Umm, do you have a cellphone? I could give you my number.”“No, I don't. Phones aren't relevant in these parts,” he chuckled. “But there’s a pay phone nearby. I will use it to call you some