The Villain
I get off the bus, still in my waitressing uniform, and start my trek towards the building, along the long winding driveway.
I don't knock when I reach the door and just saunter in. The house is quieter than it was yesterday and for some reason, I knew this was a rare occurrence. I see the little boy from yesterday, probably fifteen years old, jog out of the kitchen, a cupcake in his mouth and three more cradled in his arm.
"Hey!" I called. He paused, eyes bugging out as he took me in. What was his name again? "...Ricky, right?"
"Youknuffmynamf--" He mumbled around the cake in his mouth. He swallowed. "You know my name?"
"We met yesterday."
"Oh yeah, you're the hot chick that was with the Alpha," he blurted in recollection. His cheeks pinkened at his unconscious confession.
"Uh... Thanks." I chuckled awkwardly. "I was wondering if you knew why the house is so quiet? Where is everybody?"
"It's Wednes
The KnightIt's not the fact that she's my mate that has my blood boiling, even though that's a contributing factor, it's the fact that they were ready to touch her when she clearly didn't want them to. That's not something I stand for and I'll be a dead man before I let something like that slide under my roof. In my pack.Rage sweeps through me like a hot knife at that thought and I stomped on the gas, my hands almost vibrating with barely controlled anticipation.I swing to a stop in front of the packhouse after dropping Morgan off and hop out. Zain meets me on the porch leaning against the door a cigarette hanging from his lips. "They're in the basement," he threw out.I don't say anything pushing through the front doors. My Gamma, Kyler nods with a stoneface before following me, Zain not far behind. I open the door to the basement and instantly the sounds of the men whimpering and begging, find me at the top of the staircase. I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. __________
The VillainI pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it.Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her."Are you trying to kill the girl?" I snap at her as Maya wiggles out from behind me. She'd been dutifully cooking over the stove while my mother polluted the air.
The VillainI lie on the bench, throwing my arm over my head as I try to fall asleep against the sun beating down on my face."MORGAN PIERCE?!"Someone bellows my name above me and I groan as I open an eye to peek up at my very pissed Gym teacher. His whistle hangs from his thick neck as he glares down at me with his hands on his hips."Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" I say defensively.His jaw clenched. "You'll be in the middle of the principal's office with your ass on a suspension note if you don't start moving."I tsk as I sit up. "No can do sir. I've just been diagnosed with sports dyslexia
The VillainThe rest of the week is as uneventful as any other. Everyone is preparing for the upcoming Ball on Saturday. But surprisingly, they aren't the only ones. Gia is especially excited, taking a liking to the idea of sweet Freya as the Luna of the South Crescent Pack.Freya doesn't put up much of a fight as mother bounces around the house making calls and organizing a dress for her daughter to wear to entice the Alpha. Frankly, this is the first time I've seen my mother invested in something that doesn't involve drugs and dick so I'm all for it.I blow a strand of unruly hair from my forehead and run a hand down my uniform, smoothing over what I'm sure are wrinkles since I was in a rush this afternoon.
The Villain"Freya! What's with the sage?" My nose scrunches up as I'm assaulted with the woodsy stench. I move to open the windows as my twin sister twirls around the room in her yellow ball dress."I'm dispelling all the negative energy, I'm getting a lot... right... here," She singsongs jabbing the sage in my face. I bat it away and she continues dancing and wrinkling the dress Gia probably spent her retirement money on."You're gonna go to the ball smelling like Grandma if you don't quit it. You think the Alpha wants to marry you when you smell like an 112 year old cat lady."She doesn't stop to answer me, "If our energies match, he'll like me either way.""Maybe
The KnightRogues have always been a problem in the packlands. But it's only recently they seem to be getting stronger, more desperate. They've raided six of the small towns outside of Crescent. They've taken crops from farmlands, animals, money... my people are complaining, frightful even. I've pledged my life to protect them and every time I turn my back these fucking heathens keep hurting them.I don't want to know who's behind these attacks. I already know.What I want to know is, where are they hiding?Every time word gets out there's an attack, they disappear before I can even catch their scent and it's driving me fucking crazy.I know their hidey-hole ha
The VillainI groan as I throw the covers off my body, textbooks and coloured pens falling to the floor with it. I rip open the door and march down the stairs to the living room."Can you guys keep it down?" I yawned. "I have a test tomorrow, for fucks sake." I start to head back up when a high pitch squeal breaks out, followed by someone calling my name. I pry my eyes open for the first time since coming downstairs and glare at everyone.Garret's grinning beside an ecstatic Maya, who can't stop bouncing in her seat. Freya is at the fireplace, drawing symbols with the soot from the dead fire.My eyes go to Gia next and the look on her face sobers me up. "So, I garner it went well," I say, not even attempting to
The KnightZain barges into my office again and heads straight for the alcohol.It's like a ritual for him at this point. "You know," I say not looking up as he pours himself an excessive portion. "I'm pretty sure you have an alcohol problem.""And a swearing problem and a fucking problem according to my therapist. The difference is, I pay her for her opinion." He raises the glass and downs it, wincing at the burn as he plops down in front of me. He points to the phone I've been staring at for the past fifteen minutes. "Whatcha got there?"Sighing, I slide the phone across the desk and he picks it up. I watch as his eyebrows crinkle in confusion and then smooth over in realisation.He gives me awhat the