My Mate Has Two Wolves, Melbourne (2026)

28/09/2022

Fear. Pure fear,the sort of fear that makes your skin itch. When you can feel every hair on your body rise. When you feel like your skin is crawling. Fear that makes your body freeze,paralysing you on the spot,that's the sort of fear I felt when I heard her blood—curdling scream. The only thing was I was her big sister,so I couldn't run away. I had no choice but to move,to go to her. I forced my legs up the front porch of the Pack house,running in the direction I could hear her screaming my name. My feet pound on the floorboards in panic. I'm moving so fast,I felt myself slipping on the hallway rug,making me skid along the floor and into the wall. My head and shoulder twist at an awkward angle into the kitchen door frame,with enough force that black dots danced in front of my vision. My collarbone and shoulder send shooting pain through my body as I feel my shoulder dislocate on impact.
Aria! Aria!" Her petrified scream echoed through the house. Jumping to my feet,my head spun. I turned the corner into the kitchen to see the Alpha dragging my sister by her hair into the basement with a whip in his other hand. I start running to her,grabbing the basement door frame just in time for him to slam the door shut on my fingers. My own scream escapes my lips in agony. I reach for the door handle,only to find it's been locked. I start trying to yank my hand free. I could hear her crying and screaming for me on the other side of the door.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!" I screamed at him,slamming my body into the door,trying to free my fingers and get in. Not being able to get a run—up,I threw my body with all my might towards the side where my fingers were stuck,the door moving just enough for me to free my injured bloody mangled hand. My fingers were definitely broken as they twisted and jutted out at unnatural angles. Backing up into the kitchen,I ran full force into the door and bounced off,knocking the air out of my lungs. I stood up,backing up again and running harder. I dropped my shoulder hitting the door with so much force it burst open,my feet hitting air as my body was thrown down the stairs landing at a weird angle. My head smashing into the basement's concrete floor.
"Aria"

𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘: Hybrid Aria
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗬: Jessica Hall
𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬
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Aria's POV
Two weeks earlier
"Come on,Lily,time to get up," I whispered to my six—year—old sister. She rolled on the mattress stretching and yawning,her beautiful sapphire blue eyes fluttering open to look back at me. Our room was the smallest in the Packhouse and at the back of the house away from everyone. The room consisted of a double bed mattress,a window,and a few toys for Lily. All our possessions easily fit in the duffle bag that was also our wardrobe.
"You've been jogging,Ari,," she said,sleepily looking down at my outfit.
"No,they are just comfy now. Come on you have to get ready for school," I sat next to her on the mattress on the floor. Lily sat up frowning at me. I pulled her pyjamas top off before pulling her school shirt over her head.
"Quick,hop up and put your pants on while I get ready," I told her.
I quickly got up,walked over to the duffle bag next to the mattress,and pulled my work uniform out my bag before quickly un******ng and slipping it on. I reached for my brush,pulling my hair into a high ponytail before doing the same to Lily's hair while sitting next to her on the bed. I reached over,grabbing her joggers and socks,placing them on her feet and tying the laces. We could hear people moving about in the house. Lily froze,staring towards the door.
"He's up,Ari," Lily whispered.
I quickly threw my shoes on and grabbed the duffle bag,throwing her pyjamas in it and the clothes I had on earlier. Throwing the bag over my shoulder,I walked over to the window,knowing we wouldn't be able to sneak out of the house using the front door. Slowly opening the window,I dropped the bag out before reaching for Lily. She climbed up onto the windowsill before jumping to the grass below. It wasn't a big jump; the house was only one level besides the basement and the attic. I climbed through,jumping to the grass below before reaching up and shutting the window behind me gently.
Running up the side of the house towards the side gate,I glanced to make sure none of the Pack members were in the front yard. It was exceedingly early still. The sun had only just started coming up,light starting to break through trees that surrounded the house. I grabbed Lily's hand and started jogging towards the bus stop at the end of the dirt road,which was also the driveway. As we neared the end,I could hear the bus coming past. We ran faster to the bus stop,getting there just in time. I threw my arm out,waving the bus down. The bus driver smiled when he saw us.
"Hey,Bill," I said,getting on the bus and passing him our bus fare.
"No smile today,Lily?" he asked,smiling down at her. Her lips tugged at the sides before she gave him a big toothy grin.

25/09/2022

Ellie POV
'We can't do this! He needs us!'
My wolf whined in my head. Her whimpers on separating from our mate blocked my ears from the noise of nature around us, 'He didn't mean what he said! He loves us!' She tried to tell me.
'Then he wouldn't have told us to leave', I spoke back to her. After almost three months of accepting us, he changed his mind. All it took was three words for him to no longer love me, to make my entire world shatter around me.
My wolf, Raelynn, continued to sob in my mind as I pushed to go faster. We had to make it to the border while we still had a head start. 'We need to go faster', I yelled to her.
She whimpered more at my request and my urgency to be as far from our mate as possible, but she did as I asked.
The darkness of the forest lit up as we neared the pack border. All I had to do was cross the line and never look back.
I was about to cross over when I heard her try to reason with me once more, 'What if he changed his mind? What if he really does want it?'
I shook my snout in response to her, 'He was disgusted by the mere thought of this child. He believes I lied to him. He thinks that this child isn't his.'
'Just go back and talk to him', she pleaded.
'If I go back, he will kill our child on sight. I will not let him hurt it, I reasoned with her.
'But—'
'There is no but, Raelynn,' I interrupted her, 'He swore to kill us and our child if we ever stepped foot back on his land. If we hadn't of left, he would have executed us on the spot.' 'We are his mate. He wouldn't do that to us,' she tried again.
'He rejected us. He used us, Raelynn. There is no going back.'
I shut off the mind link between us as I crossed the border. Fire burned my mark as I sprinted into the forest.
I pushed through the pain, refusing to turn back as a distant howl cracked my already fractured heart into shattered pieces.

𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘: The Soulmate Series
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗬: Burge214
𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬
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It had been 7 years since I was forced to flee from my home, my life, my mate.
I try not to look back at the life I had lost so many years ago. But as I look into the eyes of my child, all I see are her father's. Her bright blue pools reflected the part of his soul I had fallen in love with. Every time I looked at my child, I replayed all the memories I had shared with her father, from the love to the betrayal.
Zea danced around the field, laughing at her own silliness. Happiness seemed to surround her, a feeling she gave to all who knew her. Over the years, being away from my mate broke my heart into a million pieces, but just being around her would put a smile on my face. She was only six years old, yet she was my life line to living a life I could be happy in without him. She was the greatest gift I had ever been given.
I watched as she played in the field behind the pack house. Her laughter filled the air around me as she giggled about some secrets she was sharing with her Aunt.
After I was forced to flee from my mate, I travelled around the country. His pack tracked me down, but I was able to escape them at every turn. I was only ever caught once by his gamma; however, he couldn't bring me back after I told him the danger I would be in. The gamma's job was to guard the Luna from any threat, even from her own mate, and that's what he did. He let me go, so my child and I would live.
When she was born, I moved to the Blue Moon Pack. The Alpha who had just arisen was my brother's best friend, Madden. He promised to hide my child and me in his pack because of the great threat looming over us.
As the years went by, Madden and his mate, Layla, became the closest thing to family. Since I would never be able to return to my original pack after an encounter with rogues, I haven't seen my brother in almost seven years. I wondered some days if Zea would ever meet her Uncle Xander, but I know it would be too dangerous for her to ever travel to my old home. I refused to think of her never meeting her father, of never knowing the kind hearted man I had fallen in love with and not the beast I was forced to flee from.
A voice took me out of my thoughts of the past, "They still out there?"
I turned to Madden as I nodded my head, grinning at my child and his mate, "They have promised the best bouquet of daisies for the dinner table."
He laughed at their ridiculousness as we both remember that they had said the same thing about roses for yesterday's lunch, "I love the way they act around each other. Layla will be a perfect mother."
I watched as his eyes shimmered at his love for his mate, my heart ached slightly that I would never see that in my own mate's eyes when he watched our daughter.
I took a small sip from the cup I held in my hands, "When is the littlest addition to our ever growing family supposed to be arriving?"
He gave me a smile as he realized that I knew, "In about 7 months. How did you know?" I looked at his bewildered expression, "I have been pregnant before," I said all knowingly before bringing my drink up to my lips and mumbling under my breath, "And she told me two weeks ago."
"Of course she told you. We were supposed to be keeping it to ourselves until the 12 week mark," he said.
"I am her best friend, of course she told me. We don't keep secrets from each other," I said, before quickly adding, "Just you."
"Secrets like what?" mischief shining in his copper eyes.
"Now if I told you, they wouldn't be secrets anymore," I laughed as a slight frown took place over face. I took a deep breath before continuing, "I understand wanting to wait."
"After what happened last time, we didn't want to take any chances," He said, his voice shaky as worry started to set in.
"It's going to be alright," I assured him, "Nothing is going to happen to either of them this time."
He gave me a small smile, "Thank you. Honestly, if you and Zea weren't here, I don't know how Layla would be doing. After she lost it, Zea was the only one she would talk to. She made Layla happy again."
I turned back to the perfect angel running around the field, "That's what she does. She makes people happy, just like me."
We watched in silence as Layla and Zea continued to pick flowers and chase each other around the field. It was a perfect day, filled with happiness and laughter.
Then Layla and Madden froze as horror crossed their faces. Their eyes glossed over as they were pulled into a mind link.
In a split second, the perfect day came crashing down as the first horn whaled out over the trees.
As each horn blared, fear seeped into my bones. The sentries around the pack only sound for one thing.
Rogues.

22/09/2022

Hello, my name is Jane and between me and my sister, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time.
My sister Liliana is blessed with the beauty genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.
I, on the other hand, didn't look anything like that. I had coarse brown hair that tangled at the slightest touch, my eyes and lips were also way too big for my face. Okay, maybe I am being too hard on myself. I wasn't completely hideous but when I stand next to her, her beauty overshadowed me and I ended up looking like a troll which is why I tried my hardest not to stand next to her.
I tried to ask my mom if I was adopted, that way I can go look for my birth parents and get away from her but my mom just blew me off.
In high school, I felt insignificant next to her every time guys openly hit on her and pretended like I didn't exist even though I was standing right next to her.
But being extremely beautiful had it's downside too. She had plenty of admirers who were harmless but she also had to deal with a few stalkers and creepy guys hitting on her. At least I was safe from all of that.

𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘: The Ugly One
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗬: Angela Lynn Carver
𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬
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"Jane, come on, we are gonna be late!" Liliana said.
It was the first day of school. I was a junior and she was a senior.
"Yay, can't wait to start another year being the understudy of Miss beauty queen," I said.
"Oh don't start Jane, I told you if you took care of yourself a little better and dressed more...stylish, guys will notice you too!" Liliana chirped.
"I like my sweatpants look, it's much more comfortable," I said. "Whatever, let's get going," she said and pulled me to the car.
We arrived at school just before the bell rang so I hurried to get to class. My First class had to be located all the way to the end of the building so I decided to make a run for it.
I crashed into something hard and tumbled forward, taking down whoever it was I bumped into. Pretty soon I was staring at a pair of dark brown eyes as I hovered over none other than Jake Morris.
Ah Jake, the high school bad boy. Also one of many admirers of Liliana. Jake had been trying to get into her pants since ninth grade but Liliana paid no attention to him. She didn't like his kind is what she said to me. But that didn't mean he quit trying.
Jake wasn't one of those bad boys you learn about in romance novels. You know the ones that are rough on the outside but secretly a softy on the inside? Nope, not him. He was the actual devil. I secretly call him Damien, the evil child from the movie The Omen. Because he looks like an angel from the outside but in reality, he is most likely a spawn of the devil. I bet if I parted his hair, I'll see the birthmark 666 on his scalp. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit but he is the worst. I'll tell you how bad later.
But for now, I have to figure out how to get out of this situation.

Chapter 1 Bad Boy Trapped Me
"Get the f**k off of me," Jake barked.
"Oh ss...sorry Jake," I stammered and got up.
"What are you trying to do? Crush me to death?" he stayed and straightened his shirt.
"I'm trying not to be late to class, so bye!" I waved and tried to leave but he grabbed my arm. "Not so fast. Aren't you Liliana Brown's sister?" he asked.
"Yeah, so?" I asked. Yes, Jake, we met like ten thousand times before. But go ahead and act like you had no idea who I was.
"So...I need you to do me a favor," he said and smirked.
"Can this wait? I'm already late," I said desperately.
"Fine, you can go. Meet me out back after school, by the fence?" he said.
"Sure, bye bye now!" I ran off and sighed in relief to finally get out of his grasp. He scares me. After school, I debated whether I should go see him or not. What could he possibly want from me?
I decided to go. I stood by the fence and waited.
"Hey," I turned around as I heard his voice.
"Well, I'm here, now what?" I let a nervous laugh.
"You know I've been in love with Liliana for two years right?" he asked.
"More or less," I said.
"Well I've been trying to get her to go out with me but she just acts like I don't exist," his eyes turned dark.
Welcome to my world buddy, I thought.

19/09/2022

The Midnight Black Pack's current Alpha will soon be passing his title off to his son Zander Knight. This means Zander will be choosing his slave. All human girls the age of sixteen have to be present at the slave choosing ceremony held today.
I'm sixteen years of age and a human so that means I'll be attending as well. I really hope I don't get chosen. My sister, Julia Hale got chosen about five years ago.
It was awful for my sister because she was chosen when she was very young. They didn't have the rule of being sixteen years of age to be able to be chosen back then. So she was chosen very early. And two years after she was chosen, she was found killed.
That's what the werewolves do. They kill you once they find their mate because they don't need you for their sexual pleasures anymore.
I know, it's horrible. I feel really bad for the girl who'll be chosen this year. I heard Zander Knight is worse than all the other previous Alpha King's. So this year the girls are even more scared than usual.
I could possibly be the chosen girl but I doubt it. The Alpha's go for the most beautiful girl. I don't really think I'm the most beautiful so hopefully I have the chance of not being chosen. I wish this whole slave tradition didn't exist. It's torture for all the girls to be at the ceremony, anxiously sitting there, hoping they won't get chosen.
I have to say Zander Knight is gorgeous. The most handsome guy I have probably ever laid eyes on. But he's cruel and doesn't care about anyone but himself.
The werewolf that took my sister was in fact not an Alpha. Any werewolf can take a himan in as their slave but the ceremony is specifically for Alpha's to choose. The werewolf that took my sister in, hadn't found his mate and he believed he wouldn't ever find her which is why he decided he wanted a slave, to use her. Later on he did end up finding his mate which resulted in killing my sister. I hated how he killed her. Was it really that hard to send her back home?

𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘: Slaved by the Alpha King
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗬: taramay
𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬
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Zander's great great grandpa's the one who created this whole slave choosing ceremony. And it gets continued after a certain amount of years. Now it's Zander's turn. Once Zander has kids, his son will choose a slave too when he's to become an Alpha. And this tradition will carry on and on, into the future.
"Rosie, sweetie it's time for you to get ready for the slave ceremony." My mom said in a croaky voice as if she had been crying for hours.
I quickly took a shower and threw on a cream coloured dress. I then curled my light brown hair and put on a light coating of makeup. You're probably wondering why I seem to be getting so dressed up and it's because I have to. It's the ceremony rule. I've heard stories about the guards beating you up if you didn't come looking presentable.
"Sweetie you look gorgeous. Too gorgeous." My dad said as he pulled me into a hug. I could feel his tears fall onto my shoulder.
"Dad I haven't been chosen yet." I quietly said but I was close to tears as well.
"I'm scared you're going to be picked like Julia was." My dad said wiping his tears away. I just hugged him tightly in response. My mom came next with a handkerchief in her hand to hug me. She was crying as well. My parents have already lost a daughter and they really didn't want to lose me as well.
The doorbell rang and I knew my ride was here. Zander made sure to send cars to pick up all the girls and drag them if they refused to come.
I hugged my parents one more time, gently wiped my tears away so I don't ruin my makeup and made my way over to the car to attend this ceremony.

I quietly got into the car and noticed a couple other girls as well. "Hey." I said to a girl sitting beside me trying to make conversation to take my mind off what was actually happening.
"Shut up bitch!" The driver snarled at me and I immediately shut up, tensing in fear.
We finally reached the place the slave choosing ceremony was being held. All the girls were sitting on the damp green grass waiting for it to start.
I heard someone screaming as I got out of the car and looked to my right to see one of the guards beating up a girl. They were beating her up with whips and it was absolutely torture to watch. I looked around trying to see if anyone was coming to her aid but sadly no one was.
"Stop hurting her!" I demanded as I went up to the guard and that was probably one of the most stupidest things I have ever done.
"Did you just f**king order me what to do? You can't f**king do that you pathetic little human!" He snarled viciously before slapping me straight across the face so hard I fell to the ground.
He got another guard to hold me in place while he took out his whip. I tried struggling out of his grip but it was impossible. The guard then took the whip and hit my stomach hard with it. I let out loud cries of pain as he kept hitting me all over my body. The girl that was getting beaten up before tried to stop the guard from hurting me but another gaurd came and started hitting her again.
"Please stop! Please!" I begged as tears streamed down my face. "Please it hurts so much!"
"Good! Let it hurt!" He laughed menacingly.
"The Alpha and his son are coming!" Someone announced over the intercom and I was so relieved that the guards had stopped beating me. They let both of us go as we fell to the ground, in pain.
My whole body was aching in pain and I could feel many bruises forming. I quickly sat down beside the girls on the damp grass, ignoring the pain I was feeling. The girl that was getting beaten up sat beside me too.
"You really shouldn't have done that." The girl said as she wiped the tears away from her face.

16/09/2022

Ophelia Most people see moving as a new beginning or the end of something. A fresh start in life. I see it as more of the same old same old. Moving is not going to make me more popular with kids at school. It's not going to make my parents stop favoring my sister more, and start remembering my existence. It all boils down to we're are going to be living in a new town that's it.

𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘: Claimed
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗬: Iandra Taylor
𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬
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As I follow my parents who are following the movers, I know that nothing will change. My sister will still be a spoiled brat and I will be the one who picks up the pieces of everything she burns in her path. I can see her lounging in the back of my parent's car talking on her phone without a care in the world. As cliché, as it sounds the girl, does live to make my life a living hell. Before we moved I had finally met someone that I liked a lot. We had begun to talk and had a date planned.
I had only ever held the guy's hand. I haven't had my first date or my first kiss so this was a big deal for me. I come home from school on the day of my date to hear sounds coming from my room. Now no one should be in my room as I am the only one staying in that room. As I open my door I find my sister Katherine and the guy I'm supposed to go on a date with hu***ng like rabbits.
"Wow. I'm glad that you guys picked my room out of all the rooms in the world to ruin my day in." They both looked at me. He was of course in shock that he was caught, she just smirked knowing that she had beat me at something. "Don't stop on my account. Please continue to plow my sister like you weren't supposed to be taking me out tonight." I grab a bag and stuff some clothes in it. "If the parents miraculously remember that they have a second older daughter, I'm staying at a friend's tonight."
With that, I walked out of the house and gave up on ever having anything to call my own other than my car and my job. Those two things I earned on my own and no one would want them to take them away. That night I spent in my car out in the country. The next week at school my sister and her new boy toy flaunted their relationship to everyone trying their hardest to hurt me. To be honest it did. It broke me but I never let anyone see me cry or get upset. If I needed to do that I drove outside of town to a meadow I would visit. I wouldn't show anything in the house because god only knows what that witch had planted in my room to try and get something on me.
That weekend my parents informed us that we would be moving to Frankford, a small coastal town that was in the middle of nowhere really but still was a step up from where we lived. My father had gotten another better paying job so we were moving up north to a town I had never heard of. The funny thing is Katherine didn't even tell the guy we were leaving or say goodbye. She dropped him like a bad habit and just left, more proof that she just did it to get at me.
We finally pull up to the house and I'm shocked at what I see. It's huge and not at all what I was expecting. I notice that there is a separate garage with what looks like an apartment. Something tells me that will be my new home. My parents step out of their car and smile at the house. They have never had anything this nice before so I understand that they are excited.
"Ophelia you are going to be staying in the apartment over that garage. We thought you might like that." My father says this in a way that says we want you out there. My parents have never abused me, it has just been more of neglect. Katherine has been the center of their world since she made her appearance. Any time she does something wrong or that makes them look bad it is my job to take the fall and to protect the princess.
The day they brought her home I was so happy. For years I did everything to show her how much I loved her, but it never did any good. For some reason, she hates me and does everything she can to show it. I see her trying to hide the fact that she is laughing at me. I would bet money that she put them up to this. I see the movers putting my bed and boxes into the apartment so I make my way over.
"Your father and I will give you some money toward your first trip to the store for what you need. Since you're eighteen now you are going to have to take care of yourself. We will pay your utilities but you are responsible for your food and anything else you need. Here are five hundred to help your start. If you need us just call. We will continue to pay for your phone until you graduate. Oh and don't just wander into the house please call and check before you come over." My mom says this as she hands me the money and walks away.
I make my way to the apartment and I'm surprised at the inside. It is not trashed per se but nowhere near what I imagine the main house is. The apartment is one bedroom with one bath. There is an open kitchen that leads into the living area. The only furniture I have is my bed, nightstand, and dresser. To be honest that is the only thing that I need. My phone dings and I see that my mother has at least given me internet access. I never thought that it would come to this. I knew that I wasn't a priority but I never thought that they would shove me out as soon as they could.
I unpack my stuff into my bedroom and make my way out to my car. I have a small SUV and right now I am thanking God for it. I search my phone for the nearest store and make my way there. I am lucky that I have been smart with the money I have been making since I was a child. Babysitting and then my job has allowed me to save a lot. I also have played the stock market so I have a good bit in savings. As I pull up to the store I know that my adult life is starting before most people and I only hope that I can make it through without too many bumps along the way.

13/09/2022

Chapter One — Your death left me
battered and bruised.
***
"Next time, you do as I tell you. No questions asked!" Trevor hisses at me through clenched teeth. His pale face is turning bright red, seething with anger. I nod furiously, pushing my petite frame as far up against the wall as I can. My hands physically shake, trembling from the fear overtaking me.
Whatever you do, don't make eye contact with him Emily. . . Eye contact is seen as a challenge.
I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I'd remembered to wash the dishes left over from last night. I know it isn't a reason for him to hurt me but in Trevors eyes, it's justified. His hand wraps itself in the strands of my hair and he pulls my head backwards, my scalp throbbing.
"Please stop! You don't have to do this!" I yell, pleading with him. My screams of agony fall upon deaf ears so I give up and lie there emotionlessly, letting him torture me like his little rag doll.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and sigh, hastily wiping the tears away from my eyes. I refuse to cry. . . That's exactly what he wants. He wants me to suffer and I'll never give him the satisfaction of knowing I already am.
A big clump of my dark brown hair is missing, the scalp throbbing painfully where he'd ripped it out. My finger trail down my cheek under my eye where the stinging is now turning into a tender blue bruise.
I'm grateful for my tanned complexion because the bruises don't show up as easily. I bite my bottom lip and let out a small whimper as I attempt to lift my top to see the damage he inflicted. As expected the bruises run up my side but thankfully nothing feels broken.
"Why did you leave me like this Dad?" I whisper, glancing at the frame on my bedside table. A photograph taken of me as a little girl. . . large brown eyes shining happily as I sat on my fathers shoulders, holding onto his hair. His own eyes mirror mine, a pearly smile so white and wide.
Dad and I were inseparable.

𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘: His Mission
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗬: Sakina Hussain
𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬
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I adored the ground my father walked on. Every time he entered the room, I craved his attention. Mum had taken the picture on my sixth birthday party. I remember that day so well, the way my father smiled at me as he sang 'Happy Birthday'. I remember him clutching the cake in front of him, telling me to make a wish and blow out the candles. He cheered and clapped so loud, it felt like I had my own personal cheerleading squad.
Dad died suddenly the following month leaving his only daughter behind with a shattered heart.
Ten years without the man I love and adore.
I shuffle towards my bed, sitting down on the edge of it. I lift the picture up to my lips, placing a gentle kiss over the glass. It feels cool against my lips and I close my eyes, taking slow breaths. I allow the oxygen to fill my lungs and calm my thoughts.
"Night night, sleep tight my little princess." Dad would say every single night, tucking me up tightly before leaving the room and closing the door over slightly.
He knew I didn't like the dark.
"Night night Daddy," I whisper, clutching the picture frame tightly to my chest.

I walk into college, scanning the crowds for my best friend, Trisha Lockwood. The friendship between Trish and I has always been peculiar to anyone looking in from the outside. I'm relatively quiet whereas Trish is loud and bubbly. My dark hair is the complete opposite to Trish's bright blonde locks. She wears pink skirts with frill tops whereas I prefer to stick with denim jeans and a simple t—shirt. The one thing I regret every day is not telling her about my stepfather.
It's been a secret for so long that I don't know how to tell her anymore. Trish knows I despise my stepfather and mother but doesn't question it often as she knows it's a sensitive subject. The girl has the ability to make me laugh until my sides hurt . . . cherish the people in your life who can do that. Even though she's wild at times, I know she has a good heart. We've been friends for years now, first meeting each other in primary school. We clicked from the start, she's wild and I'm calm. I tame her behaviour and she inserts some craziness into my life.
Trish is surrounded by three boys which doesn't surprise me in the slightest. She receives enough male attention for the both of us. I watch as one of the boys lean in, whispering something in her ear. Trish immediately giggles like a love—sick school girl, batting her long eyelashes at him flirtatiously in return.
I roll my eyes and walk over to them, ignoring the pain flaring up my side from the simple movement. Images of my step father raising his fists last night cloud my mind, making my hands clench into tight fists. I'm not a violent character. . . I'm too scared to fight back. I tried once when I was twelve years old and ended up breaking my thumb.
How was I supposed to know I shouldn't tuck my thumb into my fist when punching? Let's just say my thumb has never been the same after that accident. I chuckle at my own stupidity, shaking my head.
"What's funny Emily?" Trish asks, walking over to me and linking her arm through mine. The boys behind her appeared to be heartbroken at her lack of attention and I mentally roll my eyes again. I shake my head at Trish, giving her a small smile.
"Nothing, how was the concert this weekend?" I ask her eagerly, partly wanting to change the subject. Trish winces from the memories before letting out a small chuckle —
"First of all, I was so drunk, I ended up peeing in a bush."
I laugh, shaking my head.
Typical Trish behaviour.
"What about the music? You know, the actual reason you wanted to go."
"The music was awesome but I enjoyed the boys a little more." Trish giggles, waggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
"Meet any cute ones?" I respond, giving a brief wave to a group of girls walking past. Trish nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up —
"The cutest. Let me tell you all about it!" She giggles, dragging me towards a nearby chair. I take a seat and Trish inhales deeply before diving right into every male she encountered at the concert. Whilst she gushes about a handsome blonde, I quickly scan the room.
My eyes land on a hunched over figure at the back of the class. I frown, tilting my head to study him. He's wearing a grey jacket, the hood pulled right over to mask his features. His shoulders are broad and a hint of dark hair sticks out from under the hood. His right hand scrolls through his phone and his other is bandaged tightly. I raise my eyebrow at him. "Hey Trish, who's the new boy?" I ask, interrupting her and signalling in his direction. I watch as her eyes widen once she notices who I'm referring to.
"That's Jake, don't give him any attention." Trish whispers under her breath, not wanting to be heard.
"Jake? As in Jake Melvin?" I ask, knowing the name well. All purely through gossip, of course. Trish nods, her eyes quickly scanning over him.
"He's beautiful but he gives me the creeps."
"Yeah. . ." I agree quietly, my gaze still fixed on Jake Melvin. He isn't surrounded by any friends but the confidence that oozes from him is undeniable. I know he's bad news but that doesn't stop the fact that he's very good looking. Despite the permanent scowl on his face. . . Rumours fly around town about how Jake Melvin is involved in a local gang. He lives with his mum but no—one ever mentioned a father. People avoid Jake due to his dangerous reputation, nobody wants to get involved with the wrong side of the law.
Jake slowly lifts his head and raises an eyebrow at me, clearly catching me gawking at him.
That's when I notice his eyes, a dangerous dark shade of blue. They narrow in my direction, flashing with hostility as he silently dares me to look away. I swallow the nerves, ignoring the way the small hairs on the back of my neck prickles with fear.
"I can see why he gives you the creeps."
His icy stare resembles Trevor, my step father. A chill runs up my spine and my fingers brush over the bruises on my side that continue to throb with pain. I close my eyes, images of Trevor beating me up yesterday flashing through my mind, again. I bite down hard on my lip in an attempt to stop the tears I can feel forming in the back of my eyes.
"Emily?" Trish says beside me, nudging me slightly. I snap my eyes open, giving her a reassuring smile. Trish smiles back before turning towards the teacher and I do the same. Her voice eventually dulls out until her words start blurring together, making no sense. It's hard to concentrate when all I can feel is the throbbing of my injuries.
I feel someone's burning stare from my right and I turn slowly, meeting eyes with Jake Melvin. The intensity in them causes me to suck in a breath and I know no matter how hard I tried, I'll never be able to replicate his intense gaze. He's sat in his seat facing me, his fingers rhythmically tapping away on the desk in front of him. His head is cocked to the right as he studies me, thick dark strands of hair almost falling over into his eyes.
I shudder from the effect of his piercing stare, an uneasy feeling settling inside my stomach. Jake doesn't blink once, challenging me to break eye contact. The corners of his lips twitch upwards into a victorious smirk as he notices how uncomfortable I'm becoming. I turn my head away from him, a shiver running down my spine.
Mental note to self —
Stay out of Jake Melvin's way, at all costs.

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