I gulped the fresh air and let the breeze cool my heated skin.
"What the hell was that about?" Maya murmured, referring to my uncontrollable body parts.
I shrugged, "I have no idea. Can't really blame me though, he is smoking hot."
"You're right there." Maya smirked, "And a nice ass."
I scoffed, "You mean, he is an ass."
"Well well well, if it isn't Lola. Never thought I'd see your face again." A cocky voice called out.
I grimaced as Ethan made his way up to me. Ethan didn't seem to change at all. He still had that lanky build with hints of muscle, and his blonde slicked back hair. He looked just as sleazy as ever.
"Ethan, so good to see you." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at his stupid smirk.
I walked away and groaned as he followed.
"Your legs are too short. There's no escaping me." Ethan smirked proudly and I stifled a gag.
"Unfortunately." I mumbled. I remembered very clearly his smug look when Tyler found his mate and left me in the dust. He was always encouraging Tyler to go out and try new girls. Thinking back on it, Tyler probably did cheat on me. Not that it mattered anymore.
Ethan smirked, walking much too close to me.
"So how're you doing since the whole Tyler thing? Kind of embarrassing, huh?" His mocking tone made my blood boil and I came to a halt.
"Listen here," I growled, taking a step closer. "It's been a year. And entire f**king year. Now back the hell off before I knock your teeth out." I spat.
I turned on my heel and left Ethan's annoying face in the dust.
"Ooh, she's still feisty." I heard his voice call out, and I flipped him the bird as I walked away.
"Still annoying as ever, isn't he?" Breyona rolled her eyes, making me jump. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed her standing there.
"Insufferable. I feel awful for his future mate." I rolled my eyes, refusing to glance in his direction.
Breyona gave me a small smile, "So, where are you headed?"
"Oh, I'm just going home." I shrugged, glancing at her. I couldn't help the guilt that swirled around me when I thought of her.
What kind of best friend drops you for an asshole boyfriend?
"My house is on the way. Mind if I walk with you?" She smiled.
"Not at all." I was kind of surprised, but I knew I needed to apologize for what had happened between us.
"Look, I'm sorry okay? You know I'm not good with apologies, but I'm sorry for being the worst friend ever." I frowned.
Judging from the look on her face, I definitely caught her by surprise.
"I forgave you when I found out what happened between you and Tyler." She shrugged as if it were no big deal.
That was always one of my favorite things about Breyona. She never made a big deal out of things, and she wasn't one for drama or gossip.
It su*ked at the time, but I honestly feel lucky." I scoffed, trying to imagine myself as Tyler's Luna.
Breyona chuckled, "As mean as this may sound, losing Tyler was the best thing that ever happened to you. You were always way too good for him."
"Well, thank you for that." I elbowed her side and gave her a playful smile.
For once, the thought of leaving and going back to grandma's wasn't so appealing. With Tyler gone, I felt like I could actually start over here. The only thing that would've made it better was my Mom. The thought send a sharp pang running through me.
"So, fill me in. What has life been like since I left?" I asked, and listened intently as she gave me a run down.
Breyona told me how her older sister and finally found her mate in a neighboring pack and was currently pregnant with her first child. Only a handful of our pack members actually died in the fight, my mom included. Alpha Asher was quick to end the fighting once our side surrendered, and once he realized our Alpha had abandoned them. I hadn't realized before, but some part of me blamed Alpha Asher for the death of my Mom. I knew it wasn't directly his fault, but the blame was still there. The rest of the blame I placed directly on Tyler's shoulders.
"So, are you excited to find your mate?" I smirked at her, watching a light blush fill her cheeks.
She shrugged, "I'm not pressed about it." I could tell there was something she wasn't telling me, but I let it slide for now.
"So what have you been up to?" She quickly changed the subject.
I have her the very short rundown of what my year consisted of. While it sounded boring, it had been the best year of my short life.
"So does that mean you can kick all of our asses now?" Breyona chuckled, referring to the intensive training I went through for a year.
I giggled, "I'd sure like to think so."
"You held up against Alpha Asher pretty well." She shrugged.
"You think so? Sean said the same." I frowned. Did getting punched and kicked over a hundred times classify as good fighting?
Breyona shuddered, "Yeah, that's actually really good. Alpha Asher fights like a damn monster, I've never seen anything like it."
"Yeah, neither have I." I shook my head, wondering if Alpha Asher was on some kind of magical werewolf steroids or something. As far as I knew nothing like that existed, but I still wondered.
"Did you see Chelsea earlier at training?" Breyona snorted, gauging my reaction on my old friend.
My eyes widened, "Chelsea was in training? I hadn't even seen her." I shrugged, thinking back on my old friend.
"Yup, she's obsessed with Alpha Asher." Breyona rolled her eyes, "She hasn't changed at all."
Her words made me feel funny for some reason.
"She really hasn't," I frowned, "She was always obsessed with Tyler."
"She wants to be Luna." Breyona shook her head.
I shuddered at the thought of Chelsea becoming Luna, "That would be wonderful." I said sarcastically.
Breyona chuckled, "Even the old you would've made a better Luna than her."
I gave her a smirk, "Why thank you for that, but I'm done with Alpha's." I shook my head.
"Are you sure about that?" Breyona giggled, "What was up with you and Alpha Asher?"
I shrugged, "I just piss him off. He wants me to be obedient." I rolled my eyes. I may be a werewolf, but I'm not a damn dog. Lola the Golden Retriever had a good ring to it, but I think I'd look better as a Husky.
"I'm surprised he hasn't killed you yet." Breyona shook her head at my stupidity.
I shrugged, "The guy's like 6'3 and almost 200lbs, he probably just doesn't see me as a threat."
"That's true," Breyona snorted. "You looked like a kid when you trained with him." She cackled.
"Not everyone can be 5'8' with long legs, ma'am." I grumbled at her, but a smile quickly formed on my face when Breyona struck a pose.
"If you keep complimenting me like that I'm gonna start thinking you're my mate." She cackled and I could stifle my giggles.
Breyona invited herself over for dinner at my house, and I didn't mind one bit. Breyona had met my grandma a handful of times when we were kids and she loved the woman. Grandma loved Breyona's honesty and bluntness. Grandma always said Breyona and I were practically sisters with the way we act.
We all sat around the table and ate the dinner grandma had made. Dad was looking so much better, his skin wasn't translucent like it had been.
Sean teased me for being stuck with Alpha Asher again while my dad feared for my safety. I tried to assure him Alpha Asher wouldn't kill me, but he didn't buy it. I kept my disobedient behavior towards our Alpha quiet. The last thing I needed was Dad and Sean finding out. They'd think I had some kind of death wish.
Brianna and I made plans Sunday to hang out and maybe grab some lunch at the cafe in town.
I rolled into bed after dinner sore as all hell. While it was only 7 p.m. I wanted a head start on going to bed. I was looking forward to sleeping my Saturday morning away.
I realized the full extent of my bad luck when an annoyingly attractive voice rang out in my head.
"Lola, report to my office at 9 a.m." Alpha Asher's rough voice spoke through the mind-link.
"Come on, Alpha." I groaned, "It'll be Saturday."
"9 a.m, Lola." His rough voice growled and ended the mind-link.
I grumbled and turned over in bed, and let sleep claim me.
Saturday would've been so much easier if I had just remembered to set a damn alarm.
I rolled over in bed with a sleepy moan. I was having the most wonderful dream that involved several under dressed men, one of which may or may not have resembled Alpha Asher. I didn't care about the details.My eyes fluttered open and a my sleepy yawn filled the air. That had been the best night of sleep I had in a long while.
I walked down the street, wondering if the smirk I had was permanently etched onto my face. At least Alpha Asher now knew that I acted this way all of the time.Even with a new Alpha in charge, things in this small town remained the same. Only a handful of people had actually changed. Unfortunately, none of the assholes had changed.
After what felt like hours of silent shock, I threw my clothes on and trudged home. I still couldn't form coherent words about what had just happened, or my bodies reaction to it.While my blood boiled at how bold Alpha Asher acted, the sensitive spot in between my legs throbbed. I was torn between hating it and loving it. Maya was silent for once, leaving me to my internal struggl
The others were quick to respond as one of our own had been found.I couldn't peel my eyes away from Katie's glassy stare, even when Mason's gentle hand turned me from her body.
A yelp of surprise left my lips as something slammed me up against the lockers.My exposed chest and stomach pressed against the cold metal, sending goosebumps cascading down my skin.
Tyler emerged from the brush of the forest, looking exactly how I had remembered him.His sandy blonde hair was slightly longer now, and his torso was a little more swollen with muscle. His blue eyes held the same arrogance they had held his entire life.
The absolute last thing I wanted to do was run to Alpha Asher, especially after what happened in the locker room.I had no excuse for being out by the swimming hole again, and was equally dreading and anticipating his reaction.<
"You thought I was going to f**k you?" Alpha Asher's rough voice was questioning as he looked down at me. "Only good girls get f**ked, Lola."Something flashing in the depths of his eyes made me gulp. If he wasn't going to f**k me, what did he have planned?
Reunion Lola’s P.O.V. 10 Years Later… “Ramona, so help me! If you don’t stop stealing your cousin’s toys I’m going to sick Aunty Ember on you, and you know she won’t hold back.” I shouted from the kitchen, craning my head to look over my shoulder where I locked eyes with my dashing mate. Asher was leaned against the wall, his arms downright bite-able in the fitted t-shirt he wore. He brought the beer in his hand to his mouth, lips twisted in a knowing smirk that had me contemplating a fourth child. If this man doesn’t calm down, we’re going to have to hire a second nanny. He returned his attention to Zeke and Brandon as though our little heated exchange hadn’t occurred. On cue, Ramona let out a shrill scream that quickly morphed into pulses of erratic laughter. A familiar pang of longing hit my chest as it did every time I heard my daughter’s laugh. She sounds just like Mom. Ember’s monstrous roar emerged from the living room, followed by a cacophony of giggles from the other c
Ember and BrandonSeven Years Later – Ember’s P.O.V.“Darcy Mathews, if I see so much as a single snowflake in the bathroom’s you’ll find yourself in detention for a week.”This was the fourth time this month that the pipes had nearly burst from being frozen solid. Damn water elementals.The squirrely brunette with her spattering of cinnamon freckles jumped a foot off the ground at the sound of my voice, unwittingly letting out a pulse of elemental magic that spiraled down the corridor in a gust of chilly wind. It slammed several lockers shut, startling a handful of students.“Sorry Headmistress.” She hung her head sheepishly.There was once a time where Tessa and I couldn’t control our magic. It was easier for my twin. No one looked twice when you sprouted flowers in your wake or animated the topiary bushes trimmed into animals. Starting fires, however, that drew attention.“It’s alright…” I sighed, taking it easy just this once. I already had a reputation of being a hard ass, but on
Tessa and ZekeSix Years Later – Tessa’s P.O.V.“What do you say we wrap up early and head out to the cabin—just the two of us?”A voice I spent the last six years memorizing called out from across the room. I lifted my head from the mountain of paperwork I was sorting through, a smile already tugging at my lips as I spotted the playful light shimmering in Zeke’s eyes.My mate and fiancé—a term I couldn’t seem to stop using—was peering at me from across our shared office, a shameless grin tugging at his velvet soft lips. I drummed my fingers across the top of the desk, tapping out a pattern that filled the silence between us.A jolt of electricity crackled along my skin, delving past my flesh to settle in my stomach. Once upon a time, I couldn’t bare more than a few seconds staring into those eyes of his. Now I couldn’t seem to get enough.We’d come so far from where we’d once been. Not as far as Ember and Brandon, who had a sea of troubles even six years later, but those two were ano
Breyona & GiovanniFive Years Later – Breyona’s P.O.V.I appeared in a plume of inky shadow, emerging from the darkness like I’d been there all along. If there were any humans nearby—which my hearing told me there wasn’t—they’d see nothing more than a lingering shadow dancing along the brick walls of the abandoned store front I lurked outside of.This wasn’t my ideal hangout spot, but for whatever reason, this was where Freya had chosen to hide a bunch of magical texts and artifacts. I absolutely adored my job of traveling the country via shadows, collecting information that was thought to be lost among the witches.It was similar to what my parents had done, a realization that never failed to bring tears to my eyes.Even after all these years, I missed them so much.I slinked along the back wall, past the rusted dumpsters that hadn’t been used in Goddess knows how long, to the backdoor Ember’s source promised would be unlocked. Sure enough, when I tugged the handle, it swung open wit
Clara & MasonFour Years Later – Clara’s P.O.V.“Don’t you dare, little witch.” Mason warned in a low voice.A shiver worked it’s way down my spine when he placed his hand against my back. Even through the thin fabric of the dress I wore, I could feel the heat he exuded. One of the first things I’d learned about Werewolves was that they ran hot. Despite how hard I tried, a smile worked it’s way onto my face. My chest quite literally ached with the urge to cackle, but I couldn’t help it. It’s not my fault Tristan’s expression was absolutely to die for. Even Lola was having a hard time containing herself, snickering behind her hand as she watched the scene unfold.Tristan had been locked in place for the last minute in a half, staring at Holly like she had grown three extra heads. No one could blame the poor guy considering he was the only one who didn’t know his mate was pregnant.“You’re pregnant.” He repeated for the thirteenth time.A laugh exploded from my mouth seconds before Ma
Holly and TristanThree Years Later – Holly’s P.O.V.The breeze was blissfully cold against my skin, the sunlight a slight tingle that rippled over my exposed arms and shoulders.Winter was approaching, tainting the air with its crisp scent. No matter how much I ventured outdoors and basked in the sunlight, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough. Even though I burned easily—thank you, Vampire genetics—it was a wonderful taste of freedom that I’d never take for granted.The shrill screams of children playing pierced my ears. I didn’t find it irksome the way some of the parents here did. Despite how loud they were, their wails were full of joy and innocence that could never be replicated or replaced.I looked up from the stack of papers in my hands, focusing on the children racing across the mulch just ten feet away. The tiny font had been giving me a headache for the past two hours now.“Honey, you need to stop and tie your shoe! You’re going to trip and fall.” The woman on the bench beside
One Year LaterIt was hard to believe how much time had passed, even as I stood at my own wedding reception, surrounded by the people I loved most in this world.So much had changed in three hundred and sixty five days, and it wasn’t just my marital status. There had been some uprising within the other packs in the country, but with Zeke as an ally and assuming leadership over Bran’s pack, they were easy to defend ourselves against.The packs that wanted nothing to do with this new world closed themselves off, shutting their gates and increasing their security even though we had no intention on retaliating. It would take time before those packs changed their ways of thinking, and despite what they believed, violence was not the answer.Rather than wage war, we focused on our own lands and doing all that we could to welcome any Vampire or Witch that needed a place to call home. Towns similar to the Vampire’s safe haven were currently being built on neutral territory.Never in a million
Six Months Later“Does this ever get easier?” I groaned, swiping a hand over my forehead. A thin sheen of sweat clung to my skin, running from temple to temple.There wasn’t one specific person I spoke to, rather the entirety of my friends and family that had gathered for this historical event. Naturally, my eyes strayed to my mate, the beacon that never once failed to lead me through the dark.His lips quirked up at the side, eyes sparkling with significantly less shadows than before. He was slowly learning to forgive himself for the death’s of our pack members. “I wish I could say it does, but I’d be lying.”Zeke let out a cheeky snort. “Way to make her feel confident. You’ve got this, Lola. You’re a natural.”Breyona peeked her head from around Giovanni’s massive shoulder. “Besides, if you choke you can always work a little magic and make everyone forget about it.”“Hah! With my luck I’ll get a little too magic happy and make the whole pack forget about me.” A genuine chuckle slid
Half an hour later, I stumbled away from Tristan’s body and into Asher’s warm embrace.My legs had been reduced to jelly, and my magical reserves drained so low they might never recover. I could only imagine how much blood and rest it would take before they were back to normal again.Asher’s voice washed over my shoulders, his breath fluttering against my cheek, but the blood roaring in my ears kept me from hearing.I’d poured everything into Tristan—everything.Holly and Giovanni remained rooted in place, searching for any sign of life whether it be a heartbeat or an influx of breath. The inky strands of my half-sister’s hair cascaded down Tristan’s shoulder, hanging off the side of the table he’d been placed onto.With her ear placed against his chest, she waited and waited.I understood her worry. Really, I did. Her mother had to sacrifice ten witches just to lock my father’s soul into my body. While I didn’t have ten innocent people to slaughter, I did have something else on my si