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The Unwanted Wolf

Summary: Adira has always felt alone and unwanted by other werewolves. The day she meets her mate, someone attempts to poison and kill her. While trying to navigate the feelings of being truly wanted by someone for the first time, Adira also has to figure out who is trying to kill her and why.

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Chapter 1

I have been alone ever since I was sixteen. I was cast away from my family, rejected for reasons I could never understand. I was a loving daughter, good at school, and had plenty of friends. On the day of my sixteenth birthday, my father gave me one look, and that was all it took. I was given one thousand dollars, a single bag to pack my clothes in, and told that if I ever showed my face to the pack again, I wouldn’t live to see another day. 

I didn’t understand it. Werewolves stuck together, especially in a world where humans hunted our kind for fun. I was a good daughter, a good werewolf, but apparently I had done something so terrible that even my own family rejected me. They never even bothered to explain to me what I had done so wrong. Instead of celebrating a momentous time in my life with balloons, cake, and friends, I stood all alone at a bus stop with silent tears streaming down my face.

It had been almost five years since that day, and I, Adira Lyna, had become an expert at being alone. With the money I was given, I traveled across the country to a city with no known wolf packs and did what I had to in order to survive.

I lie in bed a week before my 21st birthday, not wanting to get up. The weather predicted rain today, and I felt lethargic and heavy. If I had a choice, I would lie in bed all day, waiting for the sunshine. At last, I had no choice but to get up and get ready for work. I couldn’t afford to skip a day and lose out on a bigger paycheck. Slowly I sat up and started getting ready for work. My apartment was small but comfortable. My bed shared a space with the living room and served as my couch as well. The kitchen and bathrooms were separate areas. If I ever had friends over, I would likely be embarrassed by the small space, but that would require me to actually have friends.

I moved around, grabbing my apron and pulling my hair into a ponytail. It felt darker than usual in the room, so I pulled the curtains open, revealing a dark and gloomy sky. It wasn’t raining yet, but the clouds were threatening a downpour. I tucked my umbrella into my backpack, pulled on my light jacket, and dashed out the door. I was running a little late due to not wanting to get out of bed, which meant I would be running part way to work.

I jogged down the flights of stairs and pushed the door open, instantly being hit with a wave of cold. Fall had finally greeted us.  I lived on the third floor of a run down apartment complex, which could be exhausting at the end of a long day, but I couldn’t complain too much. It was within my budget, and I was able to walk to work, saving on transportation costs. I half jogged to the coffee shop I worked at, anxious that I was going to be late. I was sure the manager wouldn’t care if I was a few minutes late, since I was typically early, but I had this overwhelming need to be perfect. I despised the idea of being even a moment late.

Dashing into the alleyway, I made my way to the employee entrance. The door was already unlocked, which meant I wasn’t the first one there. I hurried in, but then I slowed down as I got to the breakroom. My lungs ached a little, but I did what I could to make my breathing seem normal. I didn’t want anyone to notice that I was a little out of breath. I went to my locker, still trying to get my breathing under control and put my jacket and bag into the locker.

“Look, you don’t have to run to work all of the time,” Lana said from right behind me, making me jump. Lana was my manager and the coffee shop owner. She was the only other person who ever beat me to work. It was typically a coin flip on who was here first.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice was still a little strained. The cold weather was making it more difficult to recover.

“Okay hun. If you want to pretend you didn’t rush here, I’m not going to push it, but we both know the truth.” Lana started heading to her office.

I smiled to myself. I had been working here for almost three years, and Lana knew me well. She also knew not to push me on these matters. I closed my locker and started heading to the main shop area. “I’m going to start prepping everything,” I called out to Lana.

“Okay hun. I’ll send the others to help once they get in.” Lana’s voice was a little muffled from her office.

I made my way to the front and started pulling the chairs off the tops of the tables and setting them nicely. I glanced at my watch. We only had about twenty minutes before the customers would start pouring in to get the boost for work. I turned on all of the machines after setting up all of the tables, and that’s when I started hearing voices from the breakroom. 

“How is she here early every time? I just don’t get it.”

“That’s what not having a life will get you.”

My heart sank hearing my coworkers’ conversation. I knew they didn’t like me much, but it still hurt a little hearing their words. I leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. I couldn’t let them see me without a smile when they eventually joined me. I couldn’t let them know that I felt tired. I had to come across as the perfect employee or risk giving them more ammo than they already had against me.

Crystal and Haley sauntered into the room, in no rush at all. We only had ten minutes before we would be bombarded with orders and people in a hurry. They didn’t seem to care.

“Crystal, can you put out the creams and sugars, and Haley, can you start the pots of dark and medium roasts?” I always delegated the morning tasks or else those two never actually started helping. That was probably why they didn’t like me much. They would rather talk about the cute boys in their classes. They were both college freshmen, young and naive to the world. Their parents still paid for everything for them, so they didn’t really need this job. It was just for “life experience.” 

“Sure thing.” Crystal rolled her eyes as she got started, but I pretended like I didn’t see it. I wasn’t actually their manager, but thankfully they still listened to me.

Two minutes before open, Lana exited her office with the keys to the front door in her hand. “Ready girls?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Haley said, straightening her apron.

I nodded, putting on my best customer service smile. It felt more strained than usual today. Lana opened the doors, letting in the line of customers already outside the door. Let the battle begin.

There was barely a moment to breathe as one customer came in after another. By 10:30am, I felt like I was ready to collapse. Even Lana hopped behind the counter to help make drinks and take orders for a while with how busy it was. When it finally started to slow down, I took the opportunity to run to the bathroom. After I was done, I stood over the sink and looked at my reflection for the first time all morning. My eyes were sunken in, and I looked paler than usual. Was I getting sick? I didn’t get sick, but I didn’t look great. I splashed water over my face and prepared myself to push through the rest of the day. I couldn’t afford to go home.

As I left the bathroom, I heard Crystal and Haley whispering to each other behind the counter.

“Did you see his eyes?” Crystal said, glancing over to a table.

“I know! I would love those eyes staring into me as he-”

I cleared my throat as I made my way behind the counter. It was inappropriate for them to be talking about customers that way. My presence did exactly as I expected. They stopped talking, giving me a dirty look.

“She’s no fun,” Crystal said under her breath. They didn’t know that I could hear everything they said, no matter how much they hushed their volume. It was one of the perks of being a wolf. Although sometimes I wish my heightened senses didn’t catch everything they said. It was hurtful at times.

I grabbed a towel and started wiping down some spills on the counter while waiting for the next customer. Haley finished making a drink and called out to the customer. “Mark!” She set the drink at the pick up station and lingered for longer than usual. Was this the customer they were whispering about earlier?

My curiosity got the best of me, and I glanced over to the man walking towards the counter. My heart skipped a beat as I made contact with his piercing blue eyes. I couldn’t look away as he stared directly at me. He picked up his drink and completely ignored the words Haley was trying to say to him. He also didn’t touch the napkin Haley had scribbled her digits on.

“No thanks,” he said in a voice that shook me to my core. It was deeper than I had expected, and I couldn’t move.

He still held my eyes captive as he picked up his drink and took a sip. I couldn’t look away either. This man was not human. He was a werewolf, and his presence was completely overwhelming. I had never come into contact with another wolf who emanated so much power before. He had to be an alpha, a strong one at that. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Adira? Adira?” Lana waved her hand in front of my face, finally catching my attention.

I heard the deep chuckle from the wolf, which rocked me a little. I finally broke eye contact and looked at Lana. “Oh yeah? Sorry. What’s up?”

Lana squinted at me. “Can you come to my office for a minute?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” Crap. She caught me staring at a customer, and now I was going to be scolded. What had gotten into me?

I followed her into her office, but as I walked away I could feel the man’s eyes following me. It caused a shiver down my spine. He probably knew I was a wolf just like him. I just hoped he would leave me alone.

Lana shut her office door once I was inside. Suddenly I was focused on my situation again, and my heart started pounding against my chest. I hated getting in trouble.

“Please have a seat.” Lana motioned towards the chair in front of her desk.

I sat down and instantly started playing with my finger nails. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Lana, I’m sorry.” I went to say more, but she cut me off.

“Sorry for what?” She knitted her eyebrows together until her eyes went wide. “Oh for staring at that beauty? Oh please, you’re fine. It’s okay to stare at eye candy every once in a while.” She laughed a little.

I smiled out of relief, but it still felt a little forced. I could feel small beads of sweat starting to gather on my forehead. Was Lana’s office usually so hot? “So, uh, if I’m not in trouble, what did you want to talk about?”

“You have been working for me for a while now. Almost five years if I remember correctly. And you have been an exemplary employee the entire time. It’s about time I give you the official title to match the work you have done for me.” A grin pulled across her lips.

My breathing became a little shallow, and I was having a hard time concentrating on her words. “So you’re saying…?”

“I want to make you the manager of the store. This means you will have a copy of the keys and will be able to open or close without me around. Of course this would come with a pay raise and a few other responsibilities.” She paused, waiting for my reaction.

“That’s great news.” My words came out bland, but they shouldn’t have. A promotion would mean I wouldn’t have to kill myself by taking extra shifts. I would make more money and maybe I would even be able to get a better apartment.

“Are you okay?” Lana’s smile faded.

“I’m fine.” I couldn’t even fake a smile. My body felt weak, and my stomach was starting to churn.

“You don’t look fine. You should go home. We can discuss this when you are feeling better.” Her voice showed her concern.

“No, no, I can’t go home. I’m supposed to work a double shift.” My heart started to race. “I need the money.”

“And I need healthy employees.” Lana’s voice was stern. “Go home. Your health is more important right now.”

I stood up, ready to protest, but the room felt like it was moving. “Maybe you’re right.” I didn’t want to go home. I hadn’t taken a sick day since starting. As a wolf, my immune system was incredible. I never got sick, so what was going on? I took a deep breath to orient myself. “Tell Haley to make sure she-”

“I know how to run my coffee shop.” Lana laughed at this. “Don’t worry, I can handle the babies. You just go home and get some sleep.”

I nodded. I needed to save my energy for my walk home anyway. I got up and left her office. On my way out, I felt my eyes searching for the wolf without even thinking about it. I didn’t see him anywhere, and my chest tightened a little. Of course he wouldn’t stick around. Other werewolves never stuck around me, and that was probably for the best. I started making my way to the break room to grab my stuff. I didn’t bother putting on my jacket, since I felt like I was burning up.

Opening the door to the alley, I felt the cold fall air wash over me. For a moment, I felt like I could breathe again. I wiped my forehead, removing the sweat that had collected there. I didn’t even realize just how much I was sweating. It felt like I had just come out of a furnace.

“Are you okay?” a deep voice asked from the end of the alley way.

I looked over and saw the piercing eyes from before. My heart started racing again. Who was this man, and why was he here? I was hoping he would’ve just left me alone, but part of me also felt relieved. I stared at the man unblinking.

He took a couple of steps forward. He seemed cautious in his movements. “You don’t look okay. Maybe you should sit down?”

“I’m fine,” I finally managed to stutter. I tried to take a step forward and felt woozy again.

In a blink of an eye, he grabbed onto my arm to steady me. My entire nervous system was suddenly on fire, and I couldn’t breathe. 

“You’re not fine. You should sit down.” His voice was velvety.

I pulled my arm from his grip. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t have to concern yourself with me.” I wasn’t used to being around other wolves anymore, and I didn’t like that he was in my space touching me. I started to walk past him down the alley to head home.

A drip fell on my cheek, and I paused in my tracks, looking at the sky. It had been holding out all day, and of course it would start raining as soon as I had to walk home. The rain started getting stronger, so I thought it would be best to keep moving. I took another step and felt extremely light headed. I reached out for a wall to stabilize myself, and that’s when things started going dark, and the world felt like it was falling.

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The Stolen Wolf Princess

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Chapter 1

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at the white fabric adorning my body. Little crystal beads covered the dress from the waist down. The sleeves were made out of a sheer white fabric that went all the way down to my hands, fanning down at the wrists to create a long  draping effect. My brown hair was twisted and pulled into an updo with two little strands at my forehead left out, framing my face in the process.

Blue makeup covered my eyelids, emphasizing my silver eyes and honoring the man I was betrothed to. Tyther Whytherton, prince of the Ice Moon Pack, the most handsome werewolf in the northern territory, was to be my husband in just a few hours. It was to seal the bond between the Ice Moon Pack and my pack, the White Moon Pack. I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

I was the princess of the White Moon Pack, afterall. It was my duty to marry a strong alpha and have babies to continue the strong bloodline. We would make a beautiful couple, my mother said to me almost every night. My pale silver blonde hair, my fair skin, my silver eyes, mixed with his jet black hair and deep blue eyes would make us the couple of the season, if not the century. Generations would go on talking about the beauty of the bride and groom and the strength we would bring to the werewolves in the northern territory.

Only I didn’t care. I didn’t want to marry this man.

“Kaiyana, darling! Are you almost ready?” My mother strutted into the room, making herself known to all around us.

“Yes, mother.” I pulled away from the mirror, no longer wanting to look at the woman in the dress. There was no escaping my future.  Princesses didn’t get their own future after all. Their lives were intertwined with the lives of their people, and their destinies were to serve others. Our hopes, our dreams were lost in the line of the duties we held.

My mother clicked her tongue when she looked at me. “That handmaiden of yours should be fired. To make you look like that on your wedding day of all days!”

I rolled my eyes. There was nothing wrong with the way I looked. My mother just hated Dalla, my handmaiden. Dalla was too outspoken and weird, according to my mother. To me, Dalla was my best friend. She was beautiful and funny and the most supportive person in my life. Princesses weren’t allowed to play with the common children. We had to stay inside and study books and languages and take music lessons and fill our time with every conceivable activity a princess ought to know how to do.

“My hair is fine,” I said, exasperated as my mother tweaked every little strand and curl.

“You shouldn’t have any hair in your face. It’s not proper.” She tried to grab the pieces of hair from my forehead to tuck them into the rest of my head.

I pulled back, tripping on the train of my dress and falling into a pile of pillows. I burst out laughing, imagining the whole scene. A beautiful princess falling in her wedding dress, causing feathers from the pillows to billow out into the air above.

My mother rolled her eyes. “Now look what you’ve done. You have feathers all over you.”

I struggled to get up, the dress constricting my movement too much. My mother offered her hand, pulling me up as best she could. 

“Relax, mother. We still have several hours before the ceremony. We have time to fix this,” I said once I was stable on my feet again. “And I like the hair hanging down in my face. It makes me feel just a little bit more like myself today.”

My mother sighed, taking my hands. “I’m sorry. I know I’m all over the place today, but it’s not every day your only daughter gets married to a prince. Tyther is an absolutely stunning mate, too. You two will have such gorgeous children.”

I instantly started coughing, shocked by her statement. This was the first time she had brought up the subject. I was only eighteen. I didn’t want children, at least not anytime soon. I still felt like too much of a child myself.

When I finally regained my breath, I said, “Mother, please. Can we not talk about that? It’ll be awhile before that happens.”

My mother pulled her lips tight and took my hand. She led me over to the couch. “Please sit. There’s a conversation I’ve been putting off, because I didn’t want to think about the fact that you are a woman now.”

I sat as instructed, but there was a knot in my throat. I had a feeling this was not a conversation I wanted to have. “What is it, mother?”

“On your wedding night, a man has certain… expectations from his wife.”

I cut my mother off quickly. “Please don’t give me the sex talk. I already know all about that.”

My mother ignored my protests and continued, “And as a prince and princess, you’ll be expected to produce an heir as soon as possible. It’s possible that the activity that occurs when you are alone in your bedroom will result in that act.”

My throat went dry at the thought. I knew I was giving up a life in order to fulfill the responsibilities I held as a princess, but to have children so soon was not an expectation I held. I didn’t want to be a mother, not at this age.

“What if he’s not my mate?” I asked. “How can I go through with the act if he’s not even my mate?”

My mother let go of my hand and began fixing her hair. “We’ve been through this, darling. Whether or not the prince is your mate doesn’t change the responsibility to have to have an heir. In fact, chances are, he won’t be your mate, so get rid of those ignorant dreams of yours right now.”

I grew silent, not having a response. This was an argument my mother and I had had many times. She called me a hopeless romantic and ridiculous for wanting to marry my mate. I knew my duties and responsibilities, but it didn’t change the fact that I had my own hopes and dreams.

“Don’t make that face,” she said. “You have more privileges than most werewolves, especially at your age. I’m sure Prince Tyther will treat you the way a princess should be treated.”

“Yes, mother,” I said as if I was a drone. It was the only thing I could say to her. Nothing else would reach her ears.

“Now, I have a final gift for you for tonight.” My mother pulled out a small box. She opened it up, revealing a white moon crystal on a silver-chain necklace. “This is the pendant of the white moon. It has been in our family for several generations. The women wear it as a protection and ward for happiness.”

I placed my hand over my mother. “That’s absolutely gorgeous. This was Gran’s, wasn’t it?” I had seen my grandmother wearing this necklace when she was still alive. I had wanted to wear it while playing dress up, but she never let me, saying it was something she could never take off.

My mother motioned for me to turn around, so she could place the necklace around my neck. “Yes, it was hers. She wanted me to pass it onto you when you came of age. It is extremely precious, so don’t ever lose it.”

I rubbed the moor crystal between my thumb and pointer finger, feeling the smoothness of the rock. “I won’t take it off. Ever.” I felt like this was a way to be connected to my grandmother, and my heart fluttered with happiness.

“Now, we should get you cleaned up and ready for the ceremony. We can’t risk you being late,” she said, breaking the intimate moment. “Dalla! Get in here!”

I heard footsteps clashing down the hallway. “Coming!”

Dalla burst through the door to my room. Her eyes were wide, and she was out of breath. Her short dark hair was all over the place, and her cheeks were flushed. She was wearing a bright pink dress, which didn’t match the tan color of her skin.

“Compose yourself, Dalla. This is no way to behave on Kaiyana’s wedding day,” my mother scolded. She moved towards the door. “Help Kaiyana clean up.”

“Yes ma’am.” Dalla’s voice was filled with sarcasm, making me smile.

“Watch your tone before I fire you,” my mother said.

“As you wish.” Dalla curtsied, smirking at my mother.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand to hold back my laughter. Dalla knew my mother wouldn’t fire her if I had anything to say about it. She had tried several times, but I refused. I knew Dalla’s “attitude” wasn’t proper, but I loved that she didn’t cower just because of my mother giving her the death.

My mother scoffed and left the room. She clearly wasn’t in the mood to deal with the handmaiden today.

Dalla skipped over to me. She was significantly shorter than me, and she reminded me of a pixie. Devious yet magical at the same time. She looked me up and down and lifted her eyebrows at me.

“How did you manage that? Do you know how much work I put into your looks?” she scolded. She immediately started cleaning me up.

I looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry. I tripped into a bunch of pillows.”

Dalla shook her head. “How are you so clumsy? You better hope that prince of yours is good at catching you.”

I looked to the ground. “Yeah.”

Dalla paused, looking at me closely. “It’ll be okay. I know it’s not the happily ever after you hoped for, but you’ll find a way to be happy. And I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

I let out a sigh. That did make me feel better. I just wished I had met Prince Tyther before our wedding. If I had a sense of who he was other than a strong, attractive prince, it would help calm my nerves.

“My mother says I’m expected to have babies right away.”

Dalla gagged at the thought. “Gross. You’re much too young to have kids.”

“I know.” I started picking off some of the feathers to help the process along. “I wished there was a way out of today.”

Dalla stopped. Her dark eyes twinkled as an idea grew in her brain. “Let’s leave. We could run away, and then you wouldn’t be forced into a marriage.”

I toyed with the idea for a moment. I could run away to somewhere where nobody knew I was a princess. I could run freely and find love. I could choose to do whatever I wanted to with my life. I could be free.

I shook my head, pulling myself out of the fantasy. “I can’t. It’s the duty of a princess to do what’s best for her people.”

“What about what’s best for you?” Dalla asked. She looked sad as she stared at me.

I tried to hold the frown back as I looked at her. “What’s best for my people is best for me. We should finish getting ready for the ceremony tonight.”

I looked away, trying to hide my real feelings. I wanted to do what Dalla suggested, but I couldn’t just abandon the life I had trained for my entire life.

Dalla grabbed my hand and smiled at me. “I’m sure he’ll be a nice man, Kai. And who knows. Maybe he’ll be your mate, and you’ll get everything you’ve ever wanted and be a princess at the same time.”

I smiled back, entertaining that thought. One way or another, it wouldn’t be long until I found out. When the white moon rose, I would be walking down the aisle, meeting my future husband.

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The Unwanted Wolf - Dreame Stories

Hello Everyone! 

I know I have been MIA for a while. If anyone is still out there, I wanted to announce that I have started writing on Dreame Stories, and I have been excited to be writing again. I am trying to make something out of my story and wanted to share it with you. The book I’m working on is loosely based off my story, “A Lone Wolf.” I have changed many characters so it’s no longer a fanfiction, but I hope you still check it out and enjoy it. I have included the link to the first chapter as well as a small Preview. Thank you all!

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Chapter 1:

I have been alone ever since I was sixteen. I was cast away from my family, rejected for reasons I could never understand. I was a loving daughter, good at school, and had plenty of friends. On the day of my sixteenth birthday, my father gave me one look, and that was all it took. I was given one thousand dollars, a single bag to pack my clothes in, and told that if I ever showed my face to the pack again, I wouldn’t live to see another day. 

I didn’t understand it. Werewolves stuck together, especially in a world where humans hunted our kind for fun. I was a good daughter, a good werewolf, but apparently I had done something so terrible that even my own family rejected me. They never even bothered to explain to me what I had done so wrong. Instead of celebrating a momentous time in my life with balloons, cake, and friends, I stood all alone at a bus stop with silent tears streaming down my face.

It had been almost five years since that day, and I, Adira Lyna, had become an expert at being alone. With the money I was given, I traveled across the country to a city with no known wolf packs and did what I had to in order to survive.

I lie in bed a week before my 21st birthday, not wanting to get up. The weather predicted rain today, and I felt lethargic and heavy. If I had a choice, I would lie in bed all day, waiting for the sunshine. At last, I had no choice but to get up and get ready for work. I couldn’t afford to skip a day and lose out on a bigger paycheck. Slowly I sat up and started getting ready for work. My apartment was small but comfortable. My bed shared a space with the living room and served as my couch as well. The kitchen and bathrooms were separate areas. If I ever had friends over, I would likely be embarrassed by the small space, but that would require me to actually have friends.

I moved around, grabbing my apron and pulling my hair into a ponytail. It felt darker than usual in the room, so I pulled the curtains open, revealing a dark and gloomy sky. It wasn’t raining yet, but the clouds were threatening a downpour. I tucked my umbrella into my backpack, pulled on my light jacket, and dashed out the door. I was running a little late due to not wanting to get out of bed, which meant I would be running part way to work.

I jogged down the flights of stairs and pushed the door open, instantly being hit with a wave of cold. Fall had finally greeted us.  I lived on the third floor of a run down apartment complex, which could be exhausting at the end of a long day, but I couldn’t complain too much. It was within my budget, and I was able to walk to work, saving on transportation costs. I half jogged to the coffee shop I worked at, anxious that I was going to be late. I was sure the manager wouldn’t care if I was a few minutes late, since I was typically early, but I had this overwhelming need to be perfect. I despised the idea of being even a moment late.

Dashing into the alleyway, I made my way to the employee entrance. The door was already unlocked, which meant I wasn’t the first one there. I hurried in, but then I slowed down as I got to the breakroom. My lungs ached a little, but I did what I could to make my breathing seem normal. I didn’t want anyone to notice that I was a little out of breath. I went to my locker, still trying to get my breathing under control and put my jacket and bag into the locker.

“Look, you don’t have to run to work all of the time,” Lana said from right behind me, making me jump. Lana was my manager and the coffee shop owner. She was the only other person who ever beat me to work. It was typically a coin flip on who was here first.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice was still a little strained. The cold weather was making it more difficult to recover.

“Okay hun. If you want to pretend you didn’t rush here, I’m not going to push it, but we both know the truth.” Lana started heading to her office.

I smiled to myself. I had been working here for almost three years, and Lana knew me well. She also knew not to push me on these matters. I closed my locker and started heading to the main shop area. “I’m going to start prepping everything,” I called out to Lana.

“Okay hun. I’ll send the others to help once they get in.” Lana’s voice was a little muffled from her office.

I made my way to the front and started pulling the chairs off the tops of the tables and setting them nicely. I glanced at my watch. We only had about twenty minutes before the customers would start pouring in to get the boost for work. I turned on all of the machines after setting up all of the tables, and that’s when I started hearing voices from the breakroom. 

“How is she here early every time? I just don’t get it.”

“That’s what not having a life will get you.”

My heart sank hearing my coworkers’ conversation. I knew they didn’t like me much, but it still hurt a little hearing their words. I leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. I couldn’t let them see me without a smile when they eventually joined me. I couldn’t let them know that I felt tired. I had to come across as the perfect employee or risk giving them more ammo than they already had against me.

Crystal and Haley sauntered into the room, in no rush at all. We only had ten minutes before we would be bombarded with orders and people in a hurry. They didn’t seem to care.

“Crystal, can you put out the creams and sugars, and Haley, can you start the pots of dark and medium roasts?” I always delegated the morning tasks or else those two never actually started helping. That was probably why they didn’t like me much. They would rather talk about the cute boys in their classes. They were both college freshmen, young and naive to the world. Their parents still paid for everything for them, so they didn’t really need this job. It was just for “life experience.” 

“Sure thing.” Crystal rolled her eyes as she got started, but I pretended like I didn’t see it. I wasn’t actually their manager, but thankfully they still listened to me.

Two minutes before open, Lana exited her office with the keys to the front door in her hand. “Ready girls?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Haley said, straightening her apron.

I nodded, putting on my best customer service smile. It felt more strained than usual today. Lana opened the doors, letting in the line of customers already outside the door. Let the battle begin.

There was barely a moment to breathe as one customer came in after another. By 10:30am, I felt like I was ready to collapse. Even Lana hopped behind the counter to help make drinks and take orders for a while with how busy it was. When it finally started to slow down, I took the opportunity to run to the bathroom. After I was done, I stood over the sink and looked at my reflection for the first time all morning. My eyes were sunken in, and I looked paler than usual. Was I getting sick? I didn’t get sick, but I didn’t look great. I splashed water over my face and prepared myself to push through the rest of the day. I couldn’t afford to go home.

As I left the bathroom, I heard Crystal and Haley whispering to each other behind the counter.

“Did you see his eyes?” Crystal said, glancing over to a table.

“I know! I would love those eyes staring into me as he-”

I cleared my throat as I made my way behind the counter. It was inappropriate for them to be talking about customers that way. My presence did exactly as I expected. They stopped talking, giving me a dirty look.

“She’s no fun,” Crystal said under her breath. They didn’t know that I could hear everything they said, no matter how much they hushed their volume. It was one of the perks of being a wolf. Although sometimes I wish my heightened senses didn’t catch everything they said. It was hurtful at times.

I grabbed a towel and started wiping down some spills on the counter while waiting for the next customer. Haley finished making a drink and called out to the customer. “Mark!” She set the drink at the pick up station and lingered for longer than usual. Was this the customer they were whispering about earlier?

My curiosity got the best of me, and I glanced over to the man walking towards the counter. My heart skipped a beat as I made contact with his piercing blue eyes. I couldn’t look away as he stared directly at me. He picked up his drink and completely ignored the words Haley was trying to say to him. He also didn’t touch the napkin Haley had scribbled her digits on.

“No thanks,” he said in a voice that shook me to my core. It was deeper than I had expected, and I couldn’t move.

He still held my eyes captive as he picked up his drink and took a sip. I couldn’t look away either. This man was not human. He was a werewolf, and his presence was completely overwhelming. I had never come into contact with another wolf who emanated so much power before. He had to be an alpha, a strong one at that. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Adira? Adira?” Lana waved her hand in front of my face, finally catching my attention.

I heard the deep chuckle from the wolf, which rocked me a little. I finally broke eye contact and looked at Lana. “Oh yeah? Sorry. What’s up?”

Lana squinted at me. “Can you come to my office for a minute?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” Crap. She caught me staring at a customer, and now I was going to be scolded. What had gotten into me?

I followed her into her office, but as I walked away I could feel the man’s eyes following me. It caused a shiver down my spine. He probably knew I was a wolf just like him. I just hoped he would leave me alone.

Lana shut her office door once I was inside. Suddenly I was focused on my situation again, and my heart started pounding against my chest. I hated getting in trouble.

“Please have a seat.” Lana motioned towards the chair in front of her desk.

I sat down and instantly started playing with my finger nails. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Lana, I’m sorry.” I went to say more, but she cut me off.

“Sorry for what?” She knitted her eyebrows together until her eyes went wide. “Oh for staring at that beauty? Oh please, you’re fine. It’s okay to stare at eye candy every once in a while.” She laughed a little.

I smiled out of relief, but it still felt a little forced. I could feel small beads of sweat starting to gather on my forehead. Was Lana’s office usually so hot? “So, uh, if I’m not in trouble, what did you want to talk about?”

“You have been working for me for a while now. Almost five years if I remember correctly. And you have been an exemplary employee the entire time. It’s about time I give you the official title to match the work you have done for me.” A grin pulled across her lips.

My breathing became a little shallow, and I was having a hard time concentrating on her words. “So you’re saying…?”

“I want to make you the manager of the store. This means you will have a copy of the keys and will be able to open or close without me around. Of course this would come with a pay raise and a few other responsibilities.” She paused, waiting for my reaction.

“That’s great news.” My words came out bland, but they shouldn’t have. A promotion would mean I wouldn’t have to kill myself by taking extra shifts. I would make more money and maybe I would even be able to get a better apartment.

“Are you okay?” Lana’s smile faded.

“I’m fine.” I couldn’t even fake a smile. My body felt weak, and my stomach was starting to churn.

“You don’t look fine. You should go home. We can discuss this when you are feeling better.” Her voice showed her concern.

“No, no, I can’t go home. I’m supposed to work a double shift.” My heart started to race. “I need the money.”

“And I need healthy employees.” Lana’s voice was stern. “Go home. Your health is more important right now.”

I stood up, ready to protest, but the room felt like it was moving. “Maybe you’re right.” I didn’t want to go home. I hadn’t taken a sick day since starting. As a wolf, my immune system was incredible. I never got sick, so what was going on? I took a deep breath to orient myself. “Tell Haley to make sure she-”

“I know how to run my coffee shop.” Lana laughed at this. “Don’t worry, I can handle the babies. You just go home and get some sleep.”

I nodded. I needed to save my energy for my walk home anyway. I got up and left her office. On my way out, I felt my eyes searching for the wolf without even thinking about it. I didn’t see him anywhere, and my chest tightened a little. Of course he wouldn’t stick around. Other werewolves never stuck around me, and that was probably for the best. I started making my way to the break room to grab my stuff. I didn’t bother putting on my jacket, since I felt like I was burning up.

Opening the door to the alley, I felt the cold fall air wash over me. For a moment, I felt like I could breathe again. I wiped my forehead, removing the sweat that had collected there. I didn’t even realize just how much I was sweating. It felt like I had just come out of a furnace.

“Are you okay?” a deep voice asked from the end of the alley way.

I looked over and saw the piercing eyes from before. My heart started racing again. Who was this man, and why was he here? I was hoping he would’ve just left me alone, but part of me also felt relieved. I stared at the man unblinking.

He took a couple of steps forward. He seemed cautious in his movements. “You don’t look okay. Maybe you should sit down?”

“I’m fine,” I finally managed to stutter. I tried to take a step forward and felt woozy again.

In a blink of an eye, he grabbed onto my arm to steady me. My entire nervous system was suddenly on fire, and I couldn’t breathe. 

“You’re not fine. You should sit down.” His voice was velvety.

I pulled my arm from his grip. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t have to concern yourself with me.” I wasn’t used to being around other wolves anymore, and I didn’t like that he was in my space touching me. I started to walk past him down the alley to head home.

A drip fell on my cheek, and I paused in my tracks, looking at the sky. It had been holding out all day, and of course it would start raining as soon as I had to walk home. The rain started getting stronger, so I thought it would be best to keep moving. I took another step and felt extremely light headed. I reached out for a wall to stabilize myself, and that’s when things started going dark, and the world felt like it was falling.

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A Wandering Wolf Chapter 2: The Stranger

Author’s Note: This Story is a sequel to my story “A Lone Wolf” written on Tumblr. Read here for the previous story. “A Wandering Wolf” will be mostly independent of the first story, so it’s not necessary to read the previous one to understand this story, but it will give more insight into what Jaebum went through before he reached this point in the story! Enjoy!

Note 2: If you read “A Lone Wolf,” the main character went unnamed since the story was written in second person POV. For the sake of this story, the female main character of “A Lone Wolf” is named Alla.

Part 1

I sat in the corner of the room, staring at this strange werewolf and his little friend. They were such an odd couple to be wandering around this city, especially in the X-Clans territory. I couldn’t take my eyes off this man. His demeanor was calm and collected, despite being surrounded by a pack of ten werewolves. If our leader, Shownu, gave the order, this stranger would be dead in a few moments. Surely, not without a fight though. I could see it in his eyes that this man still had some fight in him.

Shownu finally stood up and approached this man. “What is your name?”

The werewolf stared Shownu in the eyes and didn’t say a word. He was brave to stand up to another alpha like that. Or just stupid.

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Author’s Note: I have decided to start my own blog, and I plan on posting most if not all of my fanfiction stories on my website: Thekblob.com. I will post previews of the stories and links to the full chapters on tumblr still! Thank you all for your support. Also, if you have any suggestions or ideas for stories you would like me to write, please let me know! I will mostly be doing series or mini-series, but if the mood strikes, I may write some one-shots too. Please note that I won’t be taking requests exactly, but if you have an idea, it might spark an idea for me, so please feel free to send them. Just please don’t be upset with me if I don’t write it. I also plan on starting to write stories for other groups, including Monsta X, so look forward to that! Thank you all again! :D

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A Wandering Wolf Part 2

Will be updated tomorrow! Thank you for your patience!

Note: This is the sequel to A Lone Wolf!

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A Wandering Wolf (A Lone Wolf Sequel)

Author’s Note: This Story is a sequel to my story “A Lone Wolf” written on Tumblr. Read here for the previous story. "A Wandering Wolf" will be mostly independent of the first story, so it’s not necessary to read the previous one to understand this story, but it will give more insight into what Jaebum went through before he reached this point in the story! Enjoy!

Note 2: If you read "A Lone Wolf," the main character went unnamed since the story was written in second person POV. For the sake of this story, the female main character of "A Lone Wolf" is named Alla.

Chapter 1: A New City

When a man is rejected, left behind, and stripped of all titles, how is he supposed to go on? When the future a man imagined for himself is reduced to ashes blowing in the wind, what does he do next? When everything he ever knew and loved is in the arms of another, a place he can never return to, where does he go from there?

“If I let you go, will you promise me something?” Jaebum could hear still Alla’s voice as clear as the day he left.

“Anything for you.” In the moment Jaebum had meant those words he said to Alla. She had been everything he wanted, but now…

“Promise me you won’t stop looking for love,” Alla had said. “I don’t want to hear that you only have one mate either, because that doesn’t mean you can’t love again. For me and for yourself, please don’t give up.”

“Anything for you.”

It had been six moon cycles since Jaebum left Alla and his pack, and he still thought about the last conversation he had with her every day. In the moment it had been easy to promise such a thing. Alla was supposed to be his mate, and all he wanted was to make her happy. But now, things were different. Alla picked Mark over Jaebum, and he was all alone, destined to be a lone wolf for the rest of his days. He didn’t think he would actually be able to keep his promise.

Werewolves were only meant to have one mate, and once they met each other, that was supposed to be that. Yes, Alla had two mates, but that was a fluke. Jaebum knew deep inside that he wasn’t special like Alla. He tried to win her heart and failed, and now he didn’t know what to do next. She asked him to search for love, but he didn’t know where to begin. His heart was shattered, and the idea of loving another was just painful to him.

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Author’s Note: I have decided to start my own blog, and I plan on posting most if not all of my fanfiction stories on my website: Thekblob.com. I will post previews of the stories and links to the full chapters on tumblr still! Thank you all for your support. Also, if you have any suggestions or ideas for stories you would like me to write, please let me know! I will mostly be doing series or mini-series, but if the mood strikes, I may write some one-shots too. Please note that I won’t be taking requests exactly, but if you have an idea, it might spark an idea for me, so please feel free to send them. Just please don’t be upset with me if I don’t write it. I also plan on starting to write stories for other groups, including Monsta X, so look forward to that! Thank you all again! :D

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A Lone Wolf Sequel?

Hey everyone! My circumstances have changed and I have a lot more free time. I'm thinking about starting to write again. Is there anyone out there that's interested in the A Lone Wolf sequel? I know there was interest in it once upon a time.

(Sorry I've been MIA for so long T.T)

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Hi~ I am a fan of your works and I can wait for more 💚 and I heard that they will be a new rules for Tumblr about NSFW or smut stuffs.. If I am not mistaken. I hope you can continue your writings or I hope you have a Wattpad account. Reading your stories is my haven. Fighting~ 💚💚

Sorry for the late response... Honestly I haven't been super active on tumblr recently, so I'm not really familiar with a new NSFW rule. If I do end up writing smut in the future, I'm not sure how I'll proceed. Maybe I'll end up looking into wattpad :)

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hey i just wanted to say that i love your fics! have an amazing day 💘💘

Awe! Thank you so much! It's always nice to hear people enjoy my stories. Have a wonderful day yourself darling! :)

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Hi🤗 Do you allow people to repost your work on other social media sites? I just found a mtl of yours on Instagram @jackdefpepi Since I'm not sure if you like people reposting your work I thought it would be good to tell you in case you didn't know about it.

If someone asks me for permission, I might say yes, but it general I don't really like it because I feel it's unfair to me as a writer. I really appreciate you looking out for me! I will definitely look into this further :)

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Love Scenario💯👏

Aww! Thank you! :D

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I wish Part 4

Summary: You are dealing with the after math of your breakup with Jaebum, and after an emotional breakdown, you wake up in a strange bed.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Hey, are you awake?” A voice speaks softly, and I recognize it, but I’m confused as to why he’s here right now.

I turn in the bed I’m in a crack my eyes open. All I can manage to do is groan in response. I peer through the darkness at the sliver of light coming through the door. It response, the door opens more, and the figure enters the room, moving to my side.

 “Sit up,” he orders, and I merely groan again. “Come on. This will help.” He helps me sit up, and my head is spinning.

“What are you doing here?” I manage to croak. My throat is on fire, and I feel like a frog.

He hums in response. “I live here. Do you remember what happened last night?”

I close my eyes again and trace my brain for any lingering memories. The last thing I remember was breaking down in the grassy yard in front of Bambam’s house. The rest is a blur, making me even more frustrated. I can feel tears forming in my eyes.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about last night. Just drink this.” He holds a cold glass of water to my lips and helps me drink a few sips. Then he hands me a few little pills, which I can only assume are some sort of painkillers.

I take a few breaths trying to orient myself. Then I look up into his eyes. “Jinyoung, I’m really sorry you have to see me like this.” I feel completely ashamed. Usually I don’t drink to the point I can’t remember, but it probably wasn’t only the drinking that got to me last night. My brain probably shut down to protect myself.

“You never need to apologize to me, especially for this. I can only imagine how you’re feeling right now.” Jinyoung pushes the glass of water on me again. He is always the type to take care of people when they need it the most.

My brain flashes back to Jaebum leaning in to kiss that girl, and my eyes fill with tears. I’m afraid to speak, knowing that a single word could release a dam, and I didn’t want Jinyoung to see me like that after who knows what he saw last night.

Jinyoung frowns and sits on the bed. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“How can he do this to me?” I burst out. I didn’t mean to. I wanted to keep it all in, but my emotions are too much to handle right now. “I thought he cared about me, but it doesn’t seem like he even cared about me while we were dating. I don’t understand.” Words turn to sobs as I burry my head in Jinyoung’s chest.

He starts stroking my hair, and I can tell he’s trying to figure out the best thing to say without upsetting me more. “I know this is hard, but maybe things just weren’t working out before. It’s easier to be the one to end a relationship. That’s probably why this is so hard on you.”

This makes me pause. I lift my head up and wipe the tears away so I can look Jinyoung in the eyes. “Wait, what have you heard about our breakup?”

Jinyoung ran his fingers through his hair, clearly feeling uncomfortable. “We don’t have to talk about this right now.”

“Did someone tell you he broke up with me?” I cannot let this go.

“Well, Bambam was telling me that Jaebum told him that he broke up with you because…” His voice trails off as he studies my face.

“I broke up with him.” My voice is unnervingly calm. “Because I wasn’t happy. No matter how many times I tried to explain to him that something was wrong, he just brushed me off.” Suddenly I’m no longer upset. I’m angry.

“Oh.” Jinyoung is at a loss for words.

“Why would he lie about that?” I feel the angry starting to boil.

“Some people cope in different ways,” Jinyoung offers.

“I can’t believe he can’t even be honest to people about what happened. No, I shouldn’t be surprised. He could never be honest to me while we were dating. Why would things be different now?” I stand up, and the rooms spins.

Jinyoung quickly grabs me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just a little light headed.” I try to brush it off, but despite the anger fueling me, I feel weak.

“When’s the last time you ate?” Jinyoung asks.

I pause. “I can’t remember.”

Jinyoung frowns at this response. “I should’ve checked on you sooner.”

“It’s fine,” I insist.

“Sit. I’m going to make food.” 

“You have ice cream on your nose,” I chuckle, pointing at Jinyoung’s face. It feels good to laugh with a friend again.

“Ah.” Jinyoung quickly wipes his nose off. “How embarrassing.”

I continue laughing, and it’s refreshing. It had been a week since I woke up in Jinyoung’s apartment, and I was definitely in a better place. It was weird but once I had found out Jaebum was lying to everyone about our breakup, it flipped a switch in me. I’m no longer sad about our breakup. Instead I was filled with anger and reminded why I broke up with him in the first place. I know it’s not good to be angry, but it’s at least better than crippling depression.

“Are you thinking about it again?” Jinyoung asks, bringing me back to the moment.

 We are leaning on a railing, overlooking the ocean. “Yeah,” I admit. Jinyoung and I had been spending a lot of our free time in the past week, and I learned quickly not to try to keep things from him. “I’m just frustrated that he was able to hurt me so much when I was the one to end things.”

“You didn’t end things because you stopped caring about him. He just wasn’t what you needed.” Jinyoung repeats words I said to him earlier in the week.

A sigh escapes my lips. “I know.” I pull my lips tight, trying to sort through my thoughts. “Is it terrible that I just wish I knew he was hurting too?”

Jinyoung laughs at this. “No, I think that’s normal. You just want to know the relationship meant something to him, too.” There’s a moment of silence before Jinyoung speaks again. “I bet he is hurting, though. He would be crazy if losing you didn’t hurt. I think he’s just trying not to let you see how much it hurts. He doesn’t want to look pathetic, you know.”

I bend forward to lean my head on my hands. “Ugh, why is breaking up with someone such a game? I can’t let them see how much it hurts. They hurt me so I have to hurt them. Let’s just pretend the relationship meant nothing so that I don’t look pathetic. Who cares?!” I stand up straight, frustration fueling me. “Why can’t everyone just admit it sucks to be broken up with and show their emotions. There’s nothing wrong with emotions.”

Jinyoung finds this amusing, chuckling at my little show. He ruffles my hair. “The world would be a lot better off if people shrugged off a little pride and just admitted when they were upset.”

I know Jinyoung is right, but it’s still frustrating. “Yeah. I should have see this coming. It’s not like Jaebum was ever honest about his feelings while we were dating. Why would he suddenly change now that I’m just his ex.”

Jinyoung gives a sympathetic smile. “You deserve better. Just remember that okay?”

“Jaebum?” I called out, watching him playing on his phone. He hadn’t talked to me all day, and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t sure if I had done something to upset or if it was something else. All I knew was that every time I talked to him, I barely received a response. “Jaebum?” I repeated when he still hadn’t responded.

 I growled under my breath and walked into the kitchen. It was frustrating when Jaebum went into these moods. I was always ignored, which never felt good. I grabbed a glass and set it a little too harshly onto the counter. I grabbed some juice from the fridge and shut the door too loudly. It rang throughout the kitchen, making me pause. I shouldn’t be taking out my anger on these inanimate objects. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

“Everything okay? Jaebum asked, moving into the kitchen behind me.

This only frustrated me more. “Is everything okay with you?” I snapped back.

“Yeah.” That’s the only response he gave me.

“Why do you never open up to me?” I finally asked. “You’re always telling me to be honest with you and tell you when somethings wrong, but you never return the favor.”

 “I’m fine.” Jaebum’s face was cold and impossible to read.

“Then why have you been ignoring me all day?” I didn’t believe he was fine for a second.

Jaebum’s short responses only made me angry. “That’s it?” I asked. “Can’t you give me something else?”

Jaebum’s face didn’t change. “I don’t know what you want from me?

Tears welled up in my eyes out of frustration. This wasn’t the first time we had had this conversation, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. “I just want you to tell me when something is bothering you. I want to know you feel like you can trust me, because right now it feels like I’m the only one opening up here. Whenever something is bothering you, you shut down and completely ignore me. I never know if I’m the one bothering you is it’s something from work. It drives me absolutely crazy.”

 “You never do anything wrong.” Even as Jaebum spoke, I felt the missing truth.

“BS. I’m not perfect, and I know I make mistakes. I wish you would just tell me when I hurt you so I don’t do it again.” I waited for a response, but Jaebum just picked up his phone. “I guess I’m just wasting my time,” I muttered before storming off the the bedroom.

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I Wish Part 3

Summary: You are dealing with the after math of your break up with Jaebum, and it’s not what you expected. You find yourself at Bambam’s birthday party and have to deal with seeing people again for the first time since the breakup.

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4

I stand in front of Bambam’s front door, listening to the sounds of the party going on inside. The only thing that prevents me from running back home is the fact that I cherish Bambam and it’s his birthday. But I don’t want to be here. Jaebum never responded to my text about whether he was coming to Bambam’s party or not. Typical. Why did he even bother messaging me if he wasn’t planning on messaging me back? I feel so frustrated, angry, betrayed, and hurt all at the same time. I’m not sure if Jaebum is trying to mess with me as some kind of twisted revenge, but it bothers me. I cared about him. I still care about him, and yet he can’t even give me the simplest curtesy of responding to a text message. Right now I hate him for having so much power over me, and I’m afraid I’ll run into him at the party. I have no choice though.

My hand is knocking at the door before I change my mind. I wait a moment, but there’s no response. My guess is no one can hear me over the booming music. I reach for the door handle, and the door swings right open. Instantly, I feel like I’m in a night club. The music is blaring, the regular lights are turned off and replaced with multi-colored flashing ones, and there are so many people that I’m not sure how to maneuver through everyone. I wiggle my way across the dance floor, trying to find someone who I recognize. I had no idea Bambam had this many friends, but I wasn’t surprised either. He is a very social person.

Finally a friendly face comes into view. I see Jackson chowing down by the snack table and instantly move towards him. The crowd lessens the closer I get. I guess more people care about dancing than food.

“Jackson!” I call out, relieved to have someone to get me out of my head.

Jackson turns, mouth full of chips. His face lights up and he quickly swallows the food in his mouth. “Hey! I’m so happy to see you!” He wraps me in a hug a holds me a little too tightly. Something tells me he’s been worried about you. He finally releases me, allowing me to breathe again. “I wasn’t sure if you would make it to be honest.” Jackson’s tone changed and he looked at the floor. “How are you doing?”

That question was one of the many reasons I debated about not coming to the party. I knew people would just be worried about me and want to talk about the break up, but that’s the last thing I want to do. “I’m fine.” I put on my best smile, but it feels fake even to me. “I had to come wish Bambam a happy birthday, and I really wanted the distraction.” I hope Jackson gets the hint and changes the subject.

Jackson smiles, but it doesn’t hide his worry. “Well I’m glad you were able to make it. Chip?” He holds the bowl out to me.

I shake my head. “Not hungry.” In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I was hungry. “Where’s Bambam? I want to say hi. I’m not sure how long I’ll stick around.”

Jackson frowns a little. “I think I saw him in the kitchen last, hitting on some chick.”

“Thanks. It was good seeing you, Jackson. I’ll try to find you before I leave.” I give Jackson another hug, but this time I don’t mind how long it lasts. It felt good to be in someone’s arms again, even a friend’s.

I wave to Jackson as I leave. Pushing through the crowd again, I slowly make my way towards the kitchen. I make it inside, and I’m relieved for the muffled sounds and normal lights. The kitchen is definitely not the main party area, but it’s more my style. I look around, and it’s empty, except for someone sticking their head in the fridge. It’s not Bambam though. His legs aren’t skinny enough to be Bambam’s.

The man pulls his head out of the fridge, and I instantly recognize him. “Jinyoungie!”

Jinyoung looks confused for a moment, but then his face brightens. He sets down the drink in his hand and pulls me into a big hug, swinging me around. “I’m so happy to see you! I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

“Me neither, honestly.” My eyes drop to the ground.

“Well, I’m glad you did. Do you want something to drink?” Jinyoung holds out the bottle he originally grabbed for himself.

I stare at it a moment. I’m not in a big drinking mood, but maybe it would help me have a little fun. “Sure.” I take the bottle from Jinyoung, and he grabs another one for himself.

“So how have you been?” He leaned against the counter.

I followed suit, feeling a little weak just standing on my own. “I’ve been better.” I look down into the glass bottle before taking a large gulp of it.

“You know if you need anything, I’m just a call or text away, right?” Jinyoung pulls his lips tight.

“I know.” Jinyoung is a friend I can always rely on, and I definitely knew that.

“Have you been sleeping?” I can feel him studying my face, but I avoid eye contact.

I debate about lying, but I’m sure my face would give me away. “Not really.” I take another long drink think back about my dreams. I feel my mood dropping and try to fix it by drinking the rest of my drink.

“Hey, slow down a little.” There’s concern in Jinyoung’s voice, but it’s different than Jackson’s. Jinyoung’s is layered with a sense of empathy.

I set the bottle on the counter. “I should probably get going. Do you know where Bambam is? I want to say hi to him before I go.”

“I think I saw him go outside.” Jinyoung gestured towards the back door. Then he added. “If you need a ride home, let me know. I don’t want you driving if you’re too tired.”

“I’ll be okay, but thank you.” I smile to reassure him, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work. “I’ll see you later.”

I set the bottle on the counter and move towards the back door. I want to leave before I run into danger. I open the door and peer into the darkness. I see two figures and figure that must be Bambam and the girl Jackson mentioned earlier. I move closer to get a better look, but then I freeze. I hear a laugh and recognize it too well. My heart starts racing, and suddenly I feel like I’m in a bad dream. I can see the figures clearly now, and Jaebum is hovering over a girl, tucking her hair behind her ear. He leans in closer, and I feel my chest tighten. I can’t breathe and everything hurts. A part of me wonders if this is what it feels like to have a heart attack?

My body senses the danger and knows there’s an urgency to get myself out of here. I run back into the house, practically hyperventilating. I have to get out of here. I have to run. I hear someone call my name, but it feels like it came from another world. I push through the crowd of people, getting to the front door much faster than I entered. I burst through the door, and tears burst from my eyes. I can’t see anything.

My foot catches something, and I crash to the ground. I can’t do this. I can’t breathe. I just can’t. How could he do this to me? We broke up a week ago, and he’s already moving on? Did I really mean that little to him? I hear my name called again, but I don’t care. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens even more. I feel horrible in every way, and I don’t know what to do. Jaebum, how can you do this to me? I loved you.

Part 4

#sorry it took me so long to write this #i’ve been moving and working on dreamcatcher cosplays for kcon #i hope it’s worth the wait! #got7 jaebum scenario #jaebum imagines #got7 jaebum #im jaebum scenarios #jaebum #jaebum angst scenarios #got7 jaebum angst #angst scenario #jaebum scenario #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 jinyoung scenarios #jinyoung imagines #jinyoung scenario #jackson scenario #got7 jackson scenarios

[got7imaginations]

I hate those moments when I want to write, but I know I should be good and go to bed since I have an early morning... Alas, I Wish Part 3 will have to wait another day.

#I should be able to post the next section by this weekend. #Ideally once a week is my goal #but last weekend i was out of town so i didn’t have much time to write #i hope you all are doing well #sweet dreams my darlings

[got7imaginations]

Well, you have never lost your touch tho... 😍😍😍

Aww that makes me so happy! :D

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I’ve never been so addicted to a great fanfic writer. Good job keep up the good work we love you

Aww! That’s so sweet! Thank you for the love and support ^.^

[got7imaginations]

Hello! I’m here for a request and it’s good to see you got your motivation back! My request is a paring w/ Jaebum (a smut pls :P). Basically I’m 167cm in height, I have an obsession with art and it’s not even funny anymore lol. I hope you could somehow incooperate these into an amazing fanfic!

Sorry, but I’m not doing requests right now. I just don’t have a lot of free time to write :(