Skyler’s POV
"Is there any chance you could call and ask the school to let me leave early? I'm feeling really overwhelmed and I just need to come home before I lose it. It's gotten to the point where some people in the pack are saying that someone like me, who is a half-breed, shouldn't even be a part of this pack anymore. It's really hurtful, and I think it's best if I just leave." I express my frustration and distress, hoping for some understanding and support.
"Sorry, but you have to tough it out for the rest of the day; it's almost over. Remember, you're stronger than those people. Don't allow them to come out on top," Mom insists.
As soon as my mom ends the call, I quickly spin around, only to collide head-on with the notorious "Bitch Squad." Talk about perfect timing, right?
“Poor baby had to call her mommy boo hoo.” Samantha laughs in glee as they walk away.
As I step into the creative writing class, a surge of excitement rushes through me because writing has always been my passion. Anticipating the usual response from my classmates, I choose a seat in the back, knowing they will inevitably scatter away.
As I hold my reliable notebook, its worn pages and tattered edges serving as a testament to the countless ideas and stories it has witnessed, I am filled with a sense of anticipation that electrifies my very being. The weight of the notebook in my hands feels comforting, like a familiar friend ready to embark on yet another journey of imagination and expression.
With each turn of its pages, I am transported to a world where the boundaries of reality blur and the possibilities are endless. It is within these pages that my thoughts and dreams find solace, where the ink flows freely and my mind is unshackled from the constraints of the mundane.
As I await Professor Steven's next prompt, my heart races with excitement, for I know that his words will ignite a spark within me, setting ablaze the dormant embers of creativity that lie within. His prompts are like keys that unlock the doors to uncharted territories, inviting me to explore the vast landscapes of my imagination.
In this realm of creativity and narrative, I am free to weave tales of heroes and villains, of love and loss, of triumph and despair. It is a place where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, where the mundane is transformed into something magical. With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes.
The anticipation builds, like a crescendo in a symphony, as I eagerly await the moment when Professor Steven's prompt will be revealed. Will it be a challenge to create a fantastical world filled with mythical creatures? Or perhaps a prompt that delves into the depths of human emotions, exploring the complexities of the human psyche? Whatever it may be, I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly, to immerse myself in the depths of my imagination and let the words flow freely.
As I open my notebook to a blank page, the possibilities stretch out before me like an uncharted map, waiting to be explored. The pen hovers above the paper, ready to etch the first strokes of a new adventure. With each word that spills onto the page, I feel a sense of liberation, as if the shackles of reality have been cast aside, allowing me to traverse the realms of creativity and narrative with boundless freedom.
In this realm, time loses its grip, and hours melt away like droplets of water in a vast ocean. The outside world fades into the background as I become engrossed in the stories that unfold before me. The notebook becomes a portal, transporting me to a place that I am wild and free.
“Good afternoon, class today is the first day of your story writing and I want you guys to write about how you see yourself in your future pack. I will ask for this assignment back at the end of next week.” Professor Steven says as he sits in his chair.
As I sit down to pen down my thoughts on how I envision myself in my future pack, I find myself completely engrossed in the process, losing track of time. The words flow effortlessly from my mind to the paper as I delve into the depths of my aspirations and dreams. The mere act of writing allows me to explore the possibilities that lie ahead.
Painting a vivid picture of the person I aspire to become. In this moment, the world around me fades away; I am consumed by the sheer joy of self-reflection and envisioning a future filled with endless opportunities.
As soon as the bell rings, I swiftly start collecting my belongings and patiently wait for everyone else to leave the classroom. I don't feel the need to rush to my next class because I have a study hall right after, which means I have the freedom to do whatever I please.
Exiting the classroom, I feel a sudden force from behind that lifts me off my feet and slams me inside a locker. I'm left gasping for air, unable to comprehend what just happened. My anger boils over as I scream at the top of my lungs, “Let me the fuck out of here! It’s not funny you guys.” The frustration and fear of being trapped in such a small space overwhelms me, and I can feel my heart racing with adrenaline.
Laughter fills the air as they stroll away, leaving me behind just as the final bell chimes, signaling the start of the last class of the day. Frustration builds within me, and I resort to banging and kicking my locker, desperately hoping for someone, anyone, to hear my pleas. Just as despair settles in, a glimmer of hope emerges as Gamma Will comes to my rescue. With a gentle hand, he opens the locker and pulls me out, offering a reassuring smile before closing it shut once again.
"Skyler, I'm really curious to know what led to you being trapped in that locker," Will inquired with genuine interest.
"Well, isn't it just heartwarming to witness the genuine concern and affection my dear classmates and pack have for me?" I remark with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"Thank you for your assistance, however, I must depart at this moment," I reply with a slight tinge of exasperation in my voice as I hurriedly make my way out.
Pulling my phone out, I shoot a text to dad, "Will just rescued me from a locker. I am on the way." While heading to my locker and putting away the books. I don't need right now, and make sure that I grab all of my spare clothes that I have to wash because of the “Bitch Squad”.
It's a relief that at this particular time of day, I rarely come across anyone else on my way home. I take this opportunity to savor the invigorating breeze. And observe the enchanting wildlife freely wandering amidst the trees. As I approach our house, a contented smile spreads across my face. I step inside and promptly hang my bookbag on its designated hook before slipping off my shoes. Eager to prepare for my training session, I make my way to my room, ready to change into my workout attire.
After making the necessary adjustments, I make my way downstairs and then proceed to the kitchen to fetch myself a refreshing beverage and a blood bag. While I wait for the blood bag to warm up, I call out to my dad, "Hey, dad, have you arrived home yet?" Unfortunately, there is no response from him, so I pivot around and seize my blood as soon as the microwave signals its completion. Without wasting any time, I indulge in a satisfying drink.
As soon as I finish drinking the last drop of my beverage, the front door makes a creaking sound and my father enters the room. He greets me by calling out my name, "Skyler, have you returned?"
"Before we leave, I'm taking a moment to satisfy my hunger with a blood bag in the kitchen," I say with a contented sigh as my cravings begin to fade.
"Alright, sweetheart, I'm going to go upstairs and quickly change so that we can proceed with our training session before dinner." Dad responds hastily, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"Absolutely!" I exclaim, my excitement palpable as I anticipate the opportunity to spend quality time with my dad.
Not only that, but I know that training sessions with him always push me to my limits, helping me become even stronger and more resilient. The prospect of this one-on-one time with my father fills me with a sense of anticipation and eagerness. Knowing that it will strengthen our bond and enhance my physical abilities. Plus, who knows when I will have to protect myself.
Mason’s POV As I wake up, I let out a sigh and glance at the clock, feeling a bit annoyed that it's already time to start the day. I slowly sit up and stretch my limbs, trying to shake off the grogginess and prepare myself mentally for what's to come. Once I feel a bit more awake, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, ready to tackle my morning routine. This includes taking care of my personal hygiene and taking a nice, invigorating shower to wake me up fully. After completing my morning routine, a gentle tapping sound interrupts the silence. Without hesitation, my faithful beta, Cameron, bursts into the room, his countenance reflecting a serious demeanor. “Why the serious face this early in the morning?” I inquire with interest. “My daughter has informed me this morning that she is being bullied and harassed by students at school. And that the principle is worthless and blames her for everything.” Cameron says, frustration clear in his voice. “I'm perplexed as to why she ha
Mason’s POV "Gamma and Will, I kindly ask for your assistance in visiting the school and overseeing the activities of the principal. It is of utmost importance that we ensure the smooth operation of the institution," I express, making my way towards my desk and settling down in my chair. In an irritated tone, Will questions the reason for his presence. “What's the deal with me having to babysit the damn principal? What's happening at the school that requires my attention?” ‘See, he feels the same way. Why waste our valuable time and resources on that half-breed when there are stronger omegas that will make a better mate in our pack?’ Daemon retorts. “Cameron says his daughter is being bullied and harassed, and the principal is doing nothing about it and keeps blaming her.” I reply, looking over at Cameron as he nods in agreement. “Ill head over there after the meeting with Alpha Neo. He should be calling any minute now.” Will suggested. While I was occupied with a task, the
Neo’s POV “Hey, Alpha! A letter came for Beta Cameron's daughter today. The note on it says that the vampire queen sent it here so that Skyler will receive it and to keep it until Skyler shows up.” Royal says in confusion. “That's weird, not sure why mail for her would come here, unless the vampire queen knows something we don't. Ok, bring it to my office and I'll put it in a safe spot.” I reply back, confused. “Also, I just want to give you a heads-up. That we've got a call scheduled with The Wild Rose Pack in approximately twenty minutes.” my Beta Royal reminds me through our mind-link, ensuring I don't forget about it amidst the morning rush. “You know what's funny?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head. “I swear, Royal acts like we're clueless about what's happening in our daily lives and pack.” ‘We need to make sure that there is an out clause in case we need to break this alliance. I have a bad feeling about Mason's pack.’ Jax says nervously. ‘That's the strategy. Additionall
Neo’s POV “Oh shit, I really hope he doesn't notice the paperwork or bother to look at it until after the Tamsin moon. It's crucial that Skyler turns eighteen and discovers her soulmate by then,” Cameron anxiously expresses. “My pack is one phone call away, Cameron. We will not stand by and let anything happen to you or your family.” I told him firmly. “I will make sure that my border patrol is on alert in case you and your family need to run here for safety. Just keep me informed, please.” ‘Yes, we will protect them with our lives. They are family and no one messes with my family.’ Jax yells, pissed off. ‘Calm, Jax, we are there for them when they need us. Cameron will call me if he needs our help as soon as he gets the chance.’ I say reported. “Thanks for the heads-up. I need to get going to get some work done before Skyler gets home, and we start training. Besides, he is getting ready to head to The Naughty Hot Spot, so we won't see him the rest of the night,” He says, in a h
Skyler’s POV As I finished consuming the last drop of my second bag of blood, my father made his way down the staircase. In a swift motion, I gathered the empty blood bags and concealed them within a garbage bag, carefully tucking it away in my workout bag. Time was of the essence, as we had to hurry for our training session. "Feeling any better, sport?" Dad asks, tousling my hair with a grin. "DAD! What on earth possessed you to do that?" I grumble, my frustration evident as I desperately attempt to rectify the situation. While he stands there, amused, his laughter filling the room. "Let's do this!" I exclaim, leaping out of my seat as we make a beeline for the front door. Before going on our journey to Uncle Neo's pack lands, we take extra precautions to ensure the front door is firmly closed, prioritizing safety and practicality. Once we are comfortably settled inside the jeep, I waste no time in turning on the music, filling the air with the captivating melodies of timeless G
Skyler’s POV Following all the rigorous training and mental exertion to unleash my inner wolf, I found myself completely exhausted. I made the decision to recline on the earth and observe the vast expanse of the sky above. My father accompanied me, and we both lay there, absorbing the tranquility of the moment. It was a well-deserved respite before we returned home to share a meal with my mother. “Dad, I can't help but wonder why we haven't moved on from this group. It's disheartening to feel so isolated and unwanted, with no one to call a friend. The way I'm treated here is truly demoralizing, and it's taking a toll on my happiness. I long for a fresh start, where I can find genuine connections and be surrounded by people who appreciate and value me.” I sigh sadly while glancing at dad. “Living in our pack has provided us with a sense of security that we have not found anywhere else. You, my love, are one of a kind, and we cherish you more than anything. We know that your life ha
Mason’s POV Stepping into the Naughty Hot Spot. A mischievous grin naturally spreads across my face as I take in the abundance of alluring Omega pussy present tonight. ‘Damn, there is no way we are not getting fucked tonight and knotting some hot little piece.’ Daemon says excitedly. ‘Yes, we will find a girl that can barely handle our Knot and make sure we blow her mind,’ I tell him. The club is filled with omegas, scattered throughout the space, their attire revealing and completely sexy as they show off their bodies. They gracefully move and sway, dancing on the bar, tables, stages, and even on the laps of eager spectators. The energy in the air is palpable as these omegas command the attention of all those in their vicinity. With each stride, they exude a sense of confidence and allure that is impossible to ignore. Taking a seat at the bar, I order a refreshing gin and tonic, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Quinton and the start of the show. Quinton and I have revoluti
Mason’s POV Quinton grinned mischievously as he observed the two of them, playfully remarking, "Well, well, it seems you both couldn't wait for me." He then leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her neck, his actions filled with a mix of affection and teasing. "You know what they say, if you miss out on an opportunity, it slips away," I tease with a mischievous grin, gently nibbling on her neck and causing her to let out an unexpected squeal of delight. “Darling, wouldn't it be delightful if we were to retreat to one of the private chambers?” I propose this idea, tenderly leading her as I sense the passion intensifying. As we rise from our seats, I find myself unable to resist the allure and begin to lovingly stroke her, evoking gasps and moans of ecstasy. Upon entering the room, I gently lay her on the bed and gradually remove her clothing, showering her with kisses that explore every inch of her body, cherishing each intimate moment we share. "Mason, please hurry and undress. S