I feel sad for Alora, but I feel more sad for Ares fighting these emotions, his vulnerability, his fears and anxiety. I hope it gets better for these two and they heal each other. Let me know what you think of this chapter in the comments, make sure to vote too. It means a lot to me seeing your comments. See you all soon, Jane
**Trigger warning self-harm. Ares. I felt myself dreaming. I knew the exact time I left the real world and drowned myself in my subconscious. The last bell rang for the end of class and my three year old self went to the corridors to wash my hands when I saw my homeroom teacher standing outside the classroom with another teacher. Mrs Shin was a nice Chinese lady who taught our class and after the palm painting, she had left the classroom. I smiled, starting to go to her when I heard her conversation with Mrs Dray of Class 2. “I heard his mother was raped. How true is that?” Mrs Dray asked and I frowned. My three year old self struggled to understand what they were talking about. But I was too inquisitive to leave as I stood, looking up at them as they were deep in conversation not realizing I was standing far off. “I don’t think so. She’s a Russian girl! You know how they are.” Mrs Shin said, rolling her eyes. “They said she worked at a club where she met that famous Mr
Alora. I didn’t know how much time had passed, didn’t know how long I had been here. But what I knew was that I was tired, numb and in pain. My twisted ankle was long, numb, swollen in a dark bruise and every now and then when I tried to move it ached badly making me cry all over again. My body was sore all over from being in the same position for hours, and I felt so dirty. My head was in a constant ache like a drum patrol was going on there leaving me in a state of constant torment. My hands were numb behind me and my neck ached from when Ares had grabbed me. Thinking about Ares again, I let more tears fall past my eyes. It wasn’t only the guilt of leaving him,m at his weakest but also because of the way he had looked at me. Like I was some betrayal, some stain to him. I couldn’t bear those hateful blue eyes directed at me. And it only confused me why I felt that way. Why did I want Ares to look at me in some other loving and soft way? Why did I crave his attention, his c
Ares. I couldn’t help glancing at Alora the whole night, her red hair was sprawled all over my pillows and her eyes closed, with long black eye lashes resting against her soft round cheek. Isabel had left a few minutes ago and it was no surprise that Alora hadn’t even woken up while she cleaned her wounds and wrapped her injured ankle with a bandage. She had also taken time to clean off the dirt on her face and most thankfully, she hadn’t sustained any broken ribs. I ran my fingers through my hair as I rested against my chair, shutting down the laptop that had the report from my office. There had been more attacks in the buildings and many of them hadn’t been disclosed to the media yet. There was a mole in the pack, someone was feeding Jax information. And he was using it to stay ahead of me and no matter how many times I tried to match up to the bastard, it was like he was one step further, he knew my moves. I frowned, it was mostly because had the backing of the elder. A lo
Alora. I watched Ares leave the room angrily. His words hurt me but I didn’t let them get to me. I wanted to say something but I kept quiet as he slammed the door making me jump. I didn’t know what to do. Ares said he trusted me but maybe he didn’t really do to the extent where he thought I could help him. I didn’t want to see him struggle continuously, I wanted him to find peace and be happy. But I didn’t know how to go about it. I didn’t know how to show Ares that everyone deserves happiness. I felt my fingers trail across the brand on my stomach where Ajax’s property had been smeared onto my skin. The only way I could show Ares that I had been broken and healed was by showing him who I was before I found happiness here. I had to tell him I was Jax’s slave. I had to tell him Jax had tortured me, owned me and used me. That way, any doubt he had about me being Jax’s spy would all be dispersed and he would be on my side. I didn’t want Ares to feel like he couldn’t trust me,
Ares. “Mom!” I yelled as I pushed open the door of my house as my teacher smiled and waved at me as she walked off leaving me on the front porch as I slammed the door to call my mothers attention. “Mom! I’m home!” I shouted, knocking the door to the house before I went to the window. I peeped inside and I noticed it was dark with only a small light coming from the TV. Dripping my bag, I took out my pencil from my case before pushing it underneath the window and sliding my fingers through the under.Then I pulled it up. The window opened and I grabbed my bag before climbing in and dropping down inside the house. I smiled victoriously as I dusted off the dust of my trousers then looked around. The house was a mess, the tables overturned and the chairs too, it was like a monster had come in here and turned everything upside down. The tv had broken also, the picture frames all broken and littered against the floor and I frowned, looking around for my mother. She had started to k
Alora. I sat in the sitting room, eating what Lana had called popcorn. It was late evening already and the girls had left. Isabel and Raya had brought me downstairs because of my injured ankle but Isabel had said I was going to start walking by tomorrow. Taking another handful of the popcorn, I fixed my eyes on the TV that had some Korean drama about an ugly girl who applies makeup to go to school so she could avoid being bullied. Thankfully, Isabel had said it just came to something called N*****x and there was the English version. So I could watch and understand what was happening. The house was quiet and only the sound of the TV filled my ears, snuggling closer to the pillows. I watched a scene where the guy rejected her gifts and I suddenly felt sad for the girl. Suddenly, the door opened and I immediately scented mist and earth. I had realized I could scent wolves nearby and recognize them. My scars had all healed completely too. There was this weird change in my body but
Ares. Run. Run faster than you’ve ever done! My subconscious screamed at me as I ran away from the house I had lived in and into the woods. Mrs Johnson had called the cops and my mother had said they would take me away. I couldn’t have that and I decided to leave. The thoughts of my mother lying on the cold floor with her warm blood around her filled my head. It was all I could think about and knowing she wasn’t going to wake up again made me so sad, and suddenly running away wasn’t a bad idea anymore. I didn’t know when I had become so good at running, but I had always been the fastest in my class. My good sense of hearing made it very easy to avoid the cops who were hot on my trails. I heard them giving each other directions of where I was heading to. I could smell them from a mile away, knew their movement and avoided every trap they had laid out for me. Soon, after a few hours of running, I was finally out of breath as I found myself in the woods. Looking around, tall
Alora. “Camilla, you have a text from Brandon!” Carmen yelled, rushing into the kitchen to hand Camilla her phone. It wasn’t long the twins came back from school and they decided to come to the estate. It was my first time seeing them since the Hunter’s Ball. Camilla dropped the plates she was rushing as Raya turned to look at us, but Lana ignored us, turning what she was cooking on the stove and I grinned as I drew closer to where Carmen stood. “What does it say?!” Camilla yelled, wiping her wet hands quickly on a towel as she stood beside her sister who grinned knowingly at her. Camilla coughed, looking away as she threw the wet towel on the counter before turning back at us. “I mean. Not that I was excited whatever. Just…” She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders as Carmen burst out in laughter. “Can you stop the tough girl act and just admit that you like him and you were eagerlyyyyy..” Carmen stressed on the eagerly, earning a glare from her sister. “…waiting for his t