“Hi.” It was my Aunt Cassie with her singsong voice and dangling earrings and noisy bangles. She definitely gives off gypsy vibes, only classier and modern. I have seen gypsies only in movies. My classmates have long left and what remained now in the terrace below were some of the staff cleaning up the mess of a group of rowdy teenagers left. I feel bad for them most especially because when I told grandfather about the party and the confusion, I promised to help in the cleaning. Also, I was staring there because I can see Zayn with his friends, Aron and Fred and when he saw me, he waved at me and my heart went on a limbo all over again.“Hello aunt Cassie. Where is Tasha?”“She is with your mother and grandmother. Tasha loves hanging out with people not her age. That is why she is wise beyond her years.” “So.. You heard that too.”“I did, but it was meant for you.”“In less than two weeks, I became a different person. Back in Manhattan, I was just like any regular teen you see on t
Borris was furious. No, he was mad. He was erupting like a volcano and his lava wanted to devour the entire Black Villa.How dare he remove him from the study when he already have introduced him to the girl as her uncle? He had high hopes that maybe this time, his father would consider his feelings that maybe the old man finally came to his senses and was now more open to the idea that he was family? No, the bastard chose to drive him off after the formal introductions. Borris did not care of the girl, he just wanted to be in he same room as Teresa. She had given him a little smile when their eyes met and Boris was convinced that Teresa feels more than a friend. It could have been him and not Clay.That did not happen.Once again, Quentin Wesley Black have made his point---that Borris LaRue was his son ,yes, but not trusted enough. How come Cassandra was considered as family along with that child of hers?They were both offsprings born from the other side of the blanket,right?But w
Fred gave me a hug. It was more of a bear hug than just a hug. Aron was again, grinning his stupid boyish grin as he watched how Fred locks me into one of his favorite form of a happy expression. Hugging.“I knew it! Max was your mate!” He jumped up and down like he would in a trampoline. “Fred, chill, it is as if you do not know our man here, he can kiss a girl and leave her hanging.” True. That was true. Zayn used to do that a lot. He gets a lot of women and he gets bored easily. But what these two are waiting for was the confirmation straight from the horses mouth. They have never seen their friend behave the way he does around Max. With Max he wanted everything to be smooth as butter. “Was she the one?” Aron was rubbing her palms together. This is his habit since they were children whenever something relevant and exciting is about to unveil. He never outgrown it. “Did you two just make a bet?” He chuckled. He would be disappointed if they did not. “Well, yeah. A thousand buck
Six in the morning. Max barely slept. She spent the whole night exploring her womanhood, i the middle of her exhausted sleep, Clay was talking to her.When she heard her father’s message. He was alive. He was obviously not well , but the thing to celebrate here is that he is alive!He was able to send back a message to her!“I am here, Maxine? I am here. Tell your mother that I love her, I love you both. Tell father to come for me, The rogues have taken me, I do not have any idea where but I know this is in the forest.”Maxine bolted up from her bed, snatched up a robe from her closet and hastily went downstairs where she knew that they would all be. She ran down the hallway, through the stairs barefoot, the satin robe billowing as she moved.They were having coffee as the house staff fills the breakfast table with bacon, toast and eggs and sausages. Max’s mouth went dry when she smelled the food that she almost forgot the sense of decorum that she had.“Max, honey, are you alright?”
We were in the middle of arguing regarding my grandfather’s actions and my grandmother’s accusing him of using everyone to get what he wanted. Control over all the existing packs. That we did not notice Uncle Borris and Hesther walked in together.“No need to fight.”Every one stopped. “Who told you that you could barge in here, with her” Quentin snapped at Hesther who does not seem to care that she just walked in to something of serious matter. “and act like this, how dare you?” Quentin raised his hand to slap his tall, pale and lanky son. He did not flinch. In fact, he grinned. Not the boyish type of grin, but a lopsided type of grin that can send shivers up to the spine. He was creepy when he smiled. His teeth were small and was set apart.“Sit.” He commanded.“I would do as he says if I were you.” Hesther suggested, popping the bubble gum that she had been toying in her mouth. If bitch was a person then she is the exact replica of the word.Zayn took her sister by the arm in an
Zayn’s POV“I wanted everything that you have. Everything.”These were my youngest sister’s words and it kept on circling and reverberating on my head long after they were gone. My sister grew up to a wonderful family where she was adored, loved and given all the comforts of life. She almost always gets what he want. My father did not have the heart to stop her whenever she demanded anything from him. Had our mother be still alive, maybe she won’t end up like this. Mothers dicipline better and those with mothers like Max grow up to be better persons. I miss my mother. “She said she wanted everything.” I know that Max was behind me. Since we have accepted each other to be mates, I can feel her presence even from afar. “This is hard for you. I do not really like your sister, but she is still your sister. We will get her back, okay? I think she is not in this on her own accord. It is not too late.”"Yeah." I agreed. " She is not a fan of yours either. I guess she really wanted the spot
Through a number of arms and legs that try to attack me, I could still see Zayn behind me. He was an excellent fighter having been training since he ad first learned to walk, but he was not a hybrid like me. My stamina is worth a hundred fold than any of these men who were attacking me. I tried to block some and pushed many. As much as possible, I did not want to hurt them as they were just obeying orders from the alpha’s and were clearly motivated by the price on my head.“Zayn?! You good?” I screamed at him while giving a massive bloke an uppercut to stop him from trying to hug me from behind.“Yeah! You?” I saw his bruises and cuts. And one attacker had transformed into a wolf and cut his arm with his claws. That was the fucking it for me. I transformed into my wolf and attacked everyone near Zayn. He was bleeding profusely. I howled and asked them to stop, but they kept going. They leave me with no choice. I am not going to let them lay another finger or paw on my mate.“Hera.
I hear a woman's voice. I know that voice. “Max.”"Max." I woke up. Somehow, I do not remember signing up for a nature trip. Everything that I see was either green or colorful. Or colorful flowers that I have never seen. I even saw some that were impossibe to grow in a climate like Alabama. This is a wonderful garden. I do not recall the villa to have this garden. If it had a garden as beuatuful as this one, I am sure that Elsa could have at least mentioned its existence to me. It had beautiful gardens and landscapes but it was nothing compared to this. All that is missing is good book and a hammock. Ah. My flesh seemed so light and free. Damn, I was wearing a tunic. It was soft, flowing and it smelled really great. Hang on, I just remembered that I was in a battle and I made Hera work with me. My stomach felt like I had lead in it and my throat was parched.“Am I ---”“Dead?”Pinch me, I just saw Hera. I know it was her even if I did not, even once saw her in her human form. She