Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection

What does get my engine running? I have no idea. I hope my engine runs. But then again, based on watching my sister and sister-in-law’s lives up close and personal, it might be better if my engine is a lemon. I learned that expression in Human Linguistics. One point for Mr. Riley. Whatever. I don’t…

Maybe the next day or the next week, they go for a walk, and you don’t see them again. I shiver. The almost invisible hairs on my arms prickle from goosebumps. Finally, Cadoc makes a pronouncement. I can’t hear what he says, but everyone quiets with expectation. Mr. Arnold blows his whistle and shouts, “Get…

I just want to look at it, though. Take my time with it. Push the buttons. Try on the watch. What would it feel like? A band that touched Cadoc Collin’s wrist, wrapped around mine? Jitters dance in my belly. I want to know really bad—which is crazy. I don’t covet stuff like the other…

What music does Cadoc listen to? Brody Hughes and his guys drive around with their systems blaring, so I know their taste. Loud and vulgar. Cadoc obeys all traffic laws, and he and his crew keep it low key. Nia and I hustle through the empty gym. We like to duck into the ladies’ room…

Oh, shit. The entire library quiets and turns to look at him. My pulse begins to gallop. My face flushes so hot it itches. I shove my fingers under my thighs so I don’t scratch, and I bow my head. I wish my hair was loose, but it’s tied back in its usual braid. Brynn…

But that smell. It demands attention. It itches like a mystery. Ineed to know. There. By the black Land Rover. One male is a bit taller and broader in the shoulders than the others. His slacks are a smidge too tight in the thigh and his biceps strain the seams of his otherwise perfectly-fitted dress…

Nia’s glowing gold eyes meet mine. We grin in gleeful solidarity. We’re so close. We’ve been angling for the buttons for years. Nia’s tried to lift them a dozen times, but the witch is crafty. She’ll switch tins and spell the buttons to spill from your hands. Like I said, she’s got an asshole’s sense…

I personally don’t care that last month, when he dropped his pencil in Art Appreciation, and I handed it back, he said, “Thank you, Ruby.” Ruby’s a lot closer than I would have expected. “They’re total opposites.” Nia keeps going. She senses weakness. “Brody wants to drive us out of Moon Lake like vermin. Cadoc…

I was a short niblet, but persistent. I managed to get within an inch of the bottle cap by wedging my left foot in between the wall and the water fountain. My ankle was twisted at an unnatural angle, well and truly stuck, but I still stretched my spine and ribs and sides as far…

Killian emerges from the kitchen. He knows by my tone that we’re done messing around. He’s wary. His hands are on his hips, too. I narrow my eyes. “It’s either me or the sofa.” “I pick you.” My insides melt. It’s the baby. But also because I know it’s a hundred percent true. Killian is…