Argo’s pov Mom walked over to me, clearly emotional, and hugged me, "Argo, I’m so fucking proud of you. Not just about graduating, but about the man you’ve become. You know what a fucking honor it is to be your mom?" There’s nothing like everyone congratulating you and telling you how proud they are to make me feel like they didn’t actually think I could do it. They’re not saying it, but their fucking faces are saying a whole lot. I didn’t even think I could do it. But here I am at our big ass birthday party after graduating. It’s not like I got A’s, except for gym, but still, there were some B’s amongst the C's, and fuck it. I graduated, and that’s all that fucking matters. Now I don’t ever have to read another book again. I don’t get the people who actually love to read. Isn’t it fucking boring to stare at words and imagine the story in your head when you have a fucking TV to imagine it for you? "Thanks, mom." I replied. "And thanks for the big ass party. But I thought it would

Argo’s povFuck, I was nervous. I wasn’t even this fucking nervous before taking that stupid history test, which I got a C+ for. For some, that might be a bad score, but I was fucking celebrating when I saw that C. Fuck being the best; just being good enough is fine by me.Well, in school, that is. When I’m fighting, I have to be the best. Losing once and again is normal, but it’s only acceptable if you learn from it. Then next time, you beat them like a fucking boss.'Distracting yourself with stupid monologues won’t help,’ Stark said.Where the fuck was my supportive wolf?'Your supportive wolf is still here, but he doesn’t like hearing you talk inside your head for the whole flight. You could talk to me, you know.’ Stark growled, annoyed.'Sorry. I’m just not used to you yet. But are you just as fucking nervous as I am?’I could feel Stark shrug his shoulders in my mind. Do wolves actually do that?‘I’m not the one that will be doing the talking. This is all you.’'Maybe you should

Mila’s pov "Congratulations! And you won the tournament, just like your big brother." Brax said over the phone. Thanks; I still remember when you won. You didn’t even break a sweat." I joked. "I’m sorry for not being there for the tournament and for your party tonight." Brax sounded like he really meant it, and part of me felt bad that he wasn’t here. But it would be too much for Brax right now, and we both didn’t want to worry our mother. "I was the one who told you to stay home. How are you anyway?" I told Brax, hoping it would take away some of his guilt. Brax sighed, "I’m angry. At the world, at myself, and at everyone who does get the person they love in their life. I’m trying not to be. Honestly, I’m doing a lot better as long as I keep busy." "Maybe therapy might help, or at least talking to someone?" I suggested. "Yeah, maybe." Brax said, but he quickly changed the subject. "Elora told me about the bonus fight that happened after the tournament. So Argo won against Eli,

Brax’s pov It’s been months—almost six months—since I’ve last seen Airk. In real life, that is. Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment because I keep staring at every picture I have of him. On social media, it appears he’s doing okay. I’ve seen pictures of him laughing with his friends and family. Pictures of Airk and Isaac going to college classes together. Airk is living his life, and soon he’ll find his mate, and I’ll be a distant memory. ‘I doubt that,’ Hudson says. ‘You don’t forget your first love that easily.’ Airk was my first love. He might not be my mate, but he’ll always be a part of my heart. Would I be part of his too? "Hey dickhead, are you done staring at your phone?" "Argo, I’ve told you not to call me that. Especially not in public." I growled. "Fine, Alpha Brax, o good and mighty Alpha. Please, can you help the humble, loyal future Gamma of your pack and focus your attention on training for one fucking second?" Argo said with a smirk. "I can just send you ho

Argo’s pov "Hi." "Hi." Fuck… I never wanted to be an eavesdropper like my mom. I am not one to gossip, but I couldn’t stop myself from listening. This was going to be one intense fucking conversation. My door was already opened slightly, and I moved closer, wanting to hear more. It was their fucking fault for having this conversation in a public hallway. "So, I guess congratulations are in order?" Brax said. "What do you mean?" Airk asked, and I could practically hear him fidget. He was clearly nervous. "You met your mate, didn’t you? The man with brown hair?" Airk actually gasped. He can be so fucking dramatic. So it was true? He did meet his mate? He was gone for a bit during the party, and when he came back, he had this weird look on his face, but I just figured he was still being weird because of Brax. Why the fuck didn’t he tell me? "He’s not out… yet." Airk said softly. So he’s going to reject you?" Did Brax actually sound hopeful? Yeah, he fucking did. If Airk’s mate