Angel Blackwood(27)

At the mention of me shifting without the help of anyone, the boys in the room immediately stop to stare at me.

Caspian is the first to speak, “She is a strong one. She will make a powerful Luna one day.” His eyes find mine as he speaks to Alex, then his head rises to look at her and he says, “I need to have a word with Johnny.”

Alex smiles at me. “You should attend her ceremony tonight, you and he could catch up. We have extra rooms if you want to bring some of your boys to spend the night, you won’t have to drive?”

Dimples appear on Caspian’s face then he turns to look at Zeke and Axel.

“I’m in,” Axel says, sounding unfazed.

“No can do boss, have my little girl tonight,” Zeke says.

“Right, then Axel and I will attend. Better save me a dance, love,” Caspian says, looking down at me.





Chapter 7:





Alex disappears as soon as we arrive home, she needed to help the caterers set up for the party.

While I’m unpacking all my new clothes into my closet I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I call out.

Nixon pops his head in and smiles when he sees me. “You have a good day?” He asks as he plants himself on my bed next to the rest of my gift bags filled with clothes. He starts digging through them.

“Yeah, I think I made a new friend.” I smile to myself thinking of Daisy. I take my black dress out and lie it on the bed neatly, placing my purple platforms on the floor at the base of my bed. “I met some new people too, two of which were rather strange, but you’ll meet them tonight so you can judge for yourself.”

“Well, tell me about this friend first,” he says, emptying another bag full of clothes onto my bed.

I tell him all about Daisy and how she looks and what she said. I also tell him that I sense something has happened to her and how withdrawn she seemed. He doesn’t like the fact that her mate says she’s weak, but I reassure him, tell him that she’s got my number and that I told her to call me if she ever needs someone to talk to.

I feel something hit my back and see the white lace thong I bought today sitting at my feet on the floor. I look up just in time to catch a turquoise one being flung my way as well.

“Hey! Hands outta the bag!” I scold him, but he continues with another one while he laughs his ass off.

I jump onto him on top of the bed, attempting to steal the underwear and bra’s from his tight grasp. I get most of them until he’s left with only a pink pair in his hand. I hear the door fling open, but we continue our little wrestling match until the little pink piece of material flings past me.

I hear a loud growl and turn in time to see the thong hit Tyler on his chest before falling to the ground. Nixon and I immediately stop laughing and he gently pushes me off of him. I run towards Tyler and bend down to pick up the underwear, but he’s too quick. He picks it up holding it between two fingers and pinching it as if it’s a piece of rubbish. My heart hurts a little and my mood darkens by his callousness; my happiness immediately fizzled out by his unhappiness.

He looks behind me at Nixon who is now sitting on the edge of the bed tensely. Tyler then looks me up and down. “Disgusting!” The word rolls off his tongue and I let out a whimper as I force my eyes to look at the floor. Taking a step back I close the door without looking at him. I make sure my mind is closed off and no one can get in as I think about the little waterfall back in Point Bright.

I don’t say anything to Nixon as I walk past him and into the bathroom. He shouts through the door asking if I’m okay, I mumble a yes and he tells me not to let Tyler’s words get to me. He then says he’s going home to get ready.

I sit at the bottom of the shower as the hot water washes over me. I have a flashback of when I was in this same position sitting in the tub of Georgina’s shower back in Point Bright. I think of the pain I was in then versus the pain I’m in now. It doesn’t matter that the physical pain I was dealing with was due to the whippings I received as punishment from Drake. The pain I feel right now as I sit at the bottom of the shower hurts just as much; it’s funny how much words can hurt you.

“This was supposed to be a good day,” I whisper as I stare at my black painted toe nails.

“It will be, my lovely,” I hear Faith’s voice say.

I take in a deep breath and lift myself to a standing position. After washing my hair and shaving my legs, I dry off and head out. The room is empty, but there, lying on my bed is my black dress with the little pink thong and matching pink bra lying perfectly on top. I let out a little smile not wanting to think about what it means and why Tyler returned it when he looked as if he was about to rip them apart. I can hear music coming from downstairs and I quickly look at the time on my cellphone.