Cynthia Dion:He turned around and fixed a stern gaze upon my face."Do you want them to attack you?" he hissed, his sharp jaw clenched as he restrained himself."What makes you think I am safer with you?" I retorted, resisting the urge to cry or whisper, unlike every other time."Cynthia, follow me to my car," he instructed, his eyes closing briefly as he repeated the request."I can go home by myself," I muttered, attempting to walk past him. However, he positioned himself in my way, blocking my path."I can see that. They will still be waiting, hiding behind walls to catch you somehow. So, don’t make a scene, and follow me," he grunted, a noticeable air of annoyance around him. With his words framed that way, I found myself with no option but to trail him to his Bugatti.No matter how angry I felt towards him, I remained a miserable omega who had to do whatever it took to stay safe. If not for myself, then for my sister.He left the passenger side door open for me and settled into
Cynthia Dion:"Ah!" With every lift of the belt, my father aimed to strike, and each time, I sobbed. My cries reverberated through the house, mirroring the wounds etched into my fragile flesh. I couldn't bear for Flora to witness this; it could scar her deeply.As the brutal beating continued, compassion seemed nonexistent in him. I struggled to voice my objections, but inexplicably, I couldn't muster the words.My wolf hadn't undergone the transition yet, a truth I'd kept hidden from everyone. Revealing it would mean being branded as an outcast, a fact I feared more than anything."Dad! Ple---ase stop!" I whimpered, lifting my hand instinctively to shield my face from the blows even though my body throbbed with pain.He muttered, the belt striking once more, "You dared to challenge my principles, and here you are, arriving home at this hour. Why were you outside?" His voice thundered with anger. I lost my senses briefly as the belt collided with the back of my neck, the impact ringin
Cynthia Dion:Atticus rose from his seat, casting me a glare before shifting his attention to Ms. Kylie."I--," I interrupted him before he could fabricate another lie."I just handed my assignment to him," I proclaimed. My raised voice and clenched jaw cast a hush over the entire class. They had never witnessed me speaking up; ordinarily, I would be stricken with worry or an anxiety attack, but today, for once, I found my voice."Cynthia! Then where is it?" Ms. Kylie exchanged a disappointed glance with me, displaying the collected assignments and indicating that mine was conspicuously absent.I couldn't fathom why Ms. Kylie wasn't directing any questions towards Atticus."Ask Atticus. He collected the assignments. These students here saw me handing him my assignment." I refused to remain silent any longer. After everything I'd been through, I'd rather voice my concerns and accept any potential consequences. At least I would know I tried to stand up for myself.I noticed Rosalie's an
Cynthia Dion:"What the heck?" I panicked, moving away from the blood, but it was everywhere. I didn't even realize I had hit my head somewhere and passed out--was this really happening?"You shouldn’t have met him," I heard a weak whisper from the top of the staircase."He's really angry with you--" she squeaked again, struggling to breathe."Who's there?" I asked fearfully, staring at the top of the staircase but stepping back until my back touched the wall. I was holding onto the broom tightly.I saw a shadow moving towards the staircase before the noise grew louder, and the shadow tumbled down with a lot of noise and screams."AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her screams scared me, making me scream too and cover my ears. With each step she tumbled down, I heard a loud thud. Soon, a body hitting the floor filled the hallway until everything became silent again.I was breathing heavily now, looking around and waiting for things to calm down before I decided to make a run for the door. Forget about th
Cynthia Dion: I paused the kiss momentarily, just to reposition myself, but he wasn't willing to let go. He held me firmly and pulled me beneath him in the backseat of his car. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined making out with him in his Bugatti.In that instant, nothing else mattered. His imposing frame hovering over me, his lips fervently meeting mine – those were the only memories I wanted to hold onto. I adjusted my stance, parting my legs while we continued to kiss, creating space for him between them. And he didn't break the momentum.With my legs wrapped around him, our bodies connected and our desires rising. I could feel his bulge pressing against me, a clear indication of his anticipation. His hands explored my arms, finding their way to my chest, all the while his insistent tongue sought entrance into my mouth.A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips, "Ah!" I gave in, allowing his tongue to explore my inner world. Our tongues engaged in a passionate duel as
Cynthia Dion: I couldn't believe I had acted that way. Whether I called it frustration or tried to label it in some other way, the fact remained. He had left the car, his embarrassment evident, while I chose to stay inside for a few more minutes to collect myself. "I nearly lost my virginity to someone who couldn't care less," I muttered to Thia, hoping to provoke some sort of response from her. It was odd; even in our inability to transition, at least we had each other's company. However, I hadn't heard from her since I woke up. "Fine, give me the silent treatment. I'm heading home." I rolled my eyes and exited the car, offering the excuse that Thia might be upset over the fact that I hadn't lost my virginity to someone she was still mated to. That's when I noticed Rosalie, the devil herself, approaching the car with food in hand. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted me, and she immediately started scanning the surroundings. "I'm not hiding him between my legs," I muttered under my
Cynthia Dion: "Hmm, well, she can make her own decisions," Mr. Holt responded nonchalantly, dismissing the topic as he headed to the couch to retrieve his jacket.My father's disappointment was palpable now that his scheme hadn't yielded the desired results. But what exactly was he trying to achieve?"Have a good night," Mr. Holt bid farewell, draping his jacket over his arm and nodding to my father. Just before he walked past us, his gaze briefly met mine, causing a shiver to run down my spine."Visit again," my father called out, leaving the house to accompany him to his car, leaving me bewildered.I had no intention of retiring for the night until I got an explanation from my father about his intentions. So, the moment he returned indoors, I confronted him directly."Why did you lie to him?" I demanded, watching as he waved his hand dismissively at me."No, I'm not leaving until you tell me why you would fabricate such nonsense," I persisted, even as he reached for the leftover bo
Cynthia Dion: The next two days were relatively calmer because none of the alphas and Rosalie attended school. I heard they were busy with higher-up dinners and preparing for the full moon celebrations. When I got home today, I rushed into the kitchen to prepare food before my sister came home; she would be hungry."No milk, no eggs!" I checked the empty fridge and rolled my eyes. My father never cared about the essentials, but things have taken a turn for the worse in the last few days.I looked around until my eyes landed on the counter. There was some folded money placed there."This must be my fee--," I said with a smile that faded when I heard footsteps behind me. I knew who it was."Ahhh! I didn’t know you would be here. Fate is in my favor today," The guy standing in my kitchen was one of my father’s friends’ sons and our neighbor, Jack. The same guy who had been asking me to accept him.I remember how he would always tell my father stories about me from school, getting me in