“Give me the potion back!” I say, knocking into Catherine in my wolf form.I’m usually not the type to be aggressive. I let people walk all over me. But I’m done with that.I keep almost losing Kole over it, so now I’m down with being weak. I’m done with not fighting back.I’m going to be strong.I’m going to stand up for myself.I’m going to figure this out, no matter what it takes.“You’re crazy!” Catherine says, shifting as I tumble into her.She tries to lash at me, stopping my attack.I counter, trying to subdue her. Kole watches in shock as Catherine and I fight, scrambling along the ground for that precious antidote. “Stop!” Kole says, as Catherine nips me. “What is going on.”Catherine shifts into human form so she looks like the rational one while I stay in my wolf form.I have her pinned to the ground, completely in control of this situation.Maybe Kole is judging me for it.I don’t care what it looks like.This has honestly become about more than just him. I
It’s the day I’ve been waiting for my whole life. The day I always knew would be special, but never quite as amazing as this.I finish my braiding my hair and place the veil with the gold circlet on my head. I look in the mirror and see a vision of my dreams coming true in front of me.My cream-colored dress hits every curve perfectly. The lace gives it that extra, added touch. With diamonds to adorn the bodice. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.He’s everything I’ve wanted. I know that the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride until I walk down the aisle, but I want to see him so badly. I need to be near him. Being apart like this is a special kind of torture.“I love you,” I say, looking at a picture of Kole. “I will always love. My heart is forever yours.”Finally, satisfied with the look, I leave the cabin I’ve been getting ready in and the music starts. We decided on an original song written just for us, rather than going with the traditional wedding march. I step in time wi
I’m in the pack house, cleaning up after breakfast when I see him. Troy. The Alpha's son. I don’t move as I watch him standing in the doorway, glancing around. He’s gorgeous; tall and broad-shouldered with black hair and blue eyes like his father. The long scar that runs across his cheek that looks like it was made by a knife only adds to his rugged handsomeness.I don't know what to do. I’m attracted to him, but he’s never going to notice me. Which is probably a good thing. He’s in a motorcycle gang in town, and he has been arrested once when he beat up a cop while he was drunk. He’s a gorgeous bad boy, which is the worst kind. He catches my gaze and my heart beats faster. Could he ever notice me, and Omega? No. After all, one day he will be the Alpha. He doesn’t have time for people like me."Hey," he says. He smiles at me as he walks over. "Hey," I say as I smile back. All other words flee my mind as he stops in front of me and looks at me with those dark eyes.
"Are you looking for someone?" a girl asks. I freeze, worried that someone is trying to make fun of me again, when I’m just trying to get some food in the cafeteria.I turn though, and the female student in front of me doesn’t look like she’s teasing me or anything. "Yes,” I admit. “I'm looking for the food line.""It's over there," she says, pointing to the back of the room. “Thank you,” I say, turning to go. “I'm Jillian, by the way,” she calls out after me.I’m surprised. I turn back. Is she actually trying to start a conversation with me? Or is she just going to make me look stupid like everyone else does?"I'm Keira,” I say, deciding to take a chance."I know,” she says."You do?""We're in the same homeroom,” she explains. “I’ve noticed it maybe be hard for you to… find people to talk to.“I get it though. It’s my first year here too.” She points to the table she was sitting at. "Come and sit with us."I hessite then agree. Though I’m still wary, I follow Jillia
“I need to get you out of my head!” I scream over the noise of my motorcycle.No one’s around to hear, but it makes me feel a little better.I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm so lost.I keep trying to figure out why I am so interested in her. Deep down, I'm really interested in her. And why an Omega when I’m dating someone like Heather?I keep trying to figure out why I’m so infatuated with her. I’m determined to get her out of my system, but she keeps invading my thoughts.She is just a distraction. She is just an obstacle that I need to overcome. She is not someone that I should be thinking about.She is not someone that I should be fantasizing about. “She is not someone that I should be thinking about!” I say.I rev my motorcycle faster and sped up.I need to get her out of my head!But she is so damn sexy, and cute, and hardworking, and…I run my fingers through my hair, beyond frustrated. The hour I’ve spent on my motorcycle hasn’t helped still these thoughts. The
HEATHER’S POV“I can't understand why Troy would choose Keira over me,” I complain to my best friend, Jade. I’ve been fuming all night and all morning. “What is wrong with him? Why would he choose a lowly Omega over me?”“I don’t know,” Jade replies, shaking her head. “The boy must’ve lost his mind. You’re clearly better than her, prettier than her, and of higher status. There’s no way he could want her over you.”I shake my head. “I’ll bet she’s manipulating him. That has to be the answer. It’s the only plausible explanation.“No matter what though, I will find a way to get revenge. I will get rid of her. She is making my life miserable and I can't live like this anymore.”“You should,” Jade agrees. “How are you going to do it though? It has to be something particularly nasty. She deserves it.”“You’re right,” I agree. I think on it a bit. “Well, she embarrassed me, so I’ll have to embarrass her. “I can invite her to the party, make her think we’re friends. But by the end of
“Still time to back out now,” I whisper to myself.Heather’s house is within view and I’m nervous. I can’t help but wonder if it’s a trap. In fact, I’m sure it’s a trap.I think of Troy, and I feel even more nervous.What if he rejects me again?What if he doesn’t though?The hope that he might not reject me gives me the strength to open the door. Her house is hot and crowded. I never thought Heather would be the person I was looking for. But I look around for Heather, though I can’t find her. I look around for a friendly face, but don’t see a single one.There are so many people here. It’s a huge house and it's packed. Music is blaring and I can barely hear myself think.I’m wondering if I made a mistake by coming here.“There you are!” Heather says, coming over to me and hugging like we’re best friends. She’s drinking a glass of red punch—everyone is—and puts one in my hand.“Drink!” she yells over the music.Nervous, I take a big sip just so I can fit in.She smiles.“
I run into the night, into the woods, trying to get the mocking laughter out of my head.Trying to get Troy out of my head.Trying to get my rage at Heather out of my head.It was the most humiliating night of my life.I don’t know how I can ever face any of them anymore.I don’t know how I can live anymore.What should I do now? Where should I go?I run and run, branches scratching me, as I try to think.My breathing is heavy. My chest is pounding. My heart is racing.I don’t know what to do.I don’t want to go home.I don’t want to go back to school.I don’t want to talk to anyone.I’m so angry.I’m so hurt.I’m so sad.I’m so confused.I collapse in a pile of leaves, alone in the woods, crying.I wonder about Troy.Will he hate me now? Will he love Heather?Will he be angry at her for what she did to me?Or will he fall for her again?I hate Heather so much for this. I’m never going to have him and I can’t stand it. I throw up again. I’m so sick and weak, and