“Enough, you guys.” I got in between them and pointed at Anderson and Storm. “We are going ahead with our plan. Nothing’s gonna stop that. Text me on what you’ve planned afterwards, Storm.”
I walked out on them and strolled to my garden.
I needed to be left alone.
I came across the Violet flowers in the garden, and I recalled how Ash and I first met.
“Are you okay?”
I was just a kid back then, crying miserably with my legs cuddled with my hands around it.
Some kids had just beaten me up to a pulp because I wasn’t able to shapeshift into my wolf form.
The rumors of me not being able to shapeshift at a young age like my peers have spread across the clan like wildfire.
It had caused my life to be a sign of mockery. I couldn’t cope anymore after being bullied. I had to run for my life and hide within the garden.
Facing anyone and letting them see the injuries on my body. The people of the clan will laugh at me some more and my father wouldn’t care.
“Leave me alone.” I got up quickly and cut a minor branch from a short tree nearby and pointed it at him. “One step closer. I will beat you up.” I yelled at him, ignoring the blood flowing down from my nose.
Despite knowing how injured I am to fight him, I wouldn’t waste a moment to let him go if he was one of those bullies.
I will beat him up and show everyone that I’m not so weak to defend myself.
That’s what I thought.
Little did I know, the young kid who came up to me was going to be my best friend.
An Alpha I would be so devoted and loyal to for the rest of my life.
“Huh!” He giggled and pointed at me. “Do you want to hit me with that stick? Aren’t you ashamed?”
He was in black shorts and a white singlet. He was wearing black slippers and his eyelashes, eyebrows and his hair were all white.
White as snow.
Who was he? He doesn’t seem like he is from our pack.
“Stay back.” I stepped back, still pointing the minor branch at him. “I will hit you.”
He smiled as the breeze blew through our clothes, and his eyes sparkled with a lot of innocence.
His eyes were pure as the ocean. And his smile was gentle and kind.
“My name is Ash Stormclaw.” He stretched out his hand. “I’m not here to fight you.”
I relaxed and dropped the branch to the grass and walked a little closer and shook him.
“I’m…I’m Jinx Frostbite.” I shyly introduced myself to him with a mumble.
“Jinx.” His eyes broadened. “Wow! You must be an outcast in your family.”
How did he know?
I pouted and turned away from him. “Jinx is a cool name.” I folded my arms across my chest. “It doesn’t mean I’m an outcast.” I replied with a pout.
“Well, it’s recognized for bad luck.”
I knew he was right, even when I hated to admit it back then.
My father named me ‘Jinx’ because he saw me as a bad luck when my mother gave birth to me before she died and I didn’t have golden eyes like the rest of the family.
“You don’t look like you are from our pack.” I frowned and crossed my arms across my chest again. “Where are you from?” I questioned.
I observed him from his head to his toe. And he looks like a beautiful angel too.
“I’m not from your pack. I’m from the Silvermist Pack.”
“The Silvermist Pack?” I exclaimed. “Outstanding.”
I’ve heard exciting gossip about the Silvermist Pack.
“Cool, right? I like you.” He beamed. “I want you as my friend, Jinx Frostbite.”
He was my first friend.
He became the alpha I have always wanted to be, and he was perfect.
The bullies in my clan. He beat them up to a pulp, leaving no scratch on his body dealing with them. He was a rough lad when he fought with those bullies and left them all bruised.
Since then, no one has tried to lay their hands on me again because of Ash Stormclaw.
“Will you be my friend?”
“Yes, I will be your friend.” I accepted his request, and we became friends.
Ash taught me a lot of things and after two weeks, I shapeshifted into my wolf form.
My wolf’s form color was dark brown and my golden eyes gleamed in front of everyone when I shapeshifted and that was the day I gained the respect I deserved from the clan.
I knew Willow, Anderson, Violet and discovered Storm after a year of being friends with them.
I became confident and strong enough to defend myself as I grew up as a wolf. Yet, my father still hated me because I was his only heir.
No, he didn’t hate me. In some ways, he was jealous of me because of the freedom I had.
I lived a lonely life. If it weren’t for Ash, I can’t predict how messed up my life would have turned out to be.
I love myself more than anything in the world.
Including Ash. He gave me hope to have a purpose in seeing more to life.
Though my life was with abuse and maltreatment, I got through it because of him.
It is sad to be a werewolf and not have fangs to claw at my enemies. I am the only son of my father, but the elders of the clan still treat me like an asset instead of an Alpha.
Ash had advised me to play my cards properly and then I will gain the respect I deserved.
My father locked me up for three years and released me from the cell he locked me in, because I got into a fight with the Alpha of the Blood Moon Clan.
I need to put an end to this nonsense. I searched through my pockets and brought out my cigarettes.
I lit it up with my lighter and smoked heavily through my mouth and my nose. I seriously need to clear my head and think of how to protect Ash.
If he is going to be at Anderson’s house like we wanted, we need to come with a secure plan to protect Ash and do whatever it takes for him to wake up.
~Storm’s Pov~
“Go deeper.” I ordered and shoved his head onto my cock.
He choked and kept sucking on it like his life depended on it. I grabbed his hair and pushed him to suck me even more.
I felt how hot his throat was. My cock was melting inside him. I couldn’t control myself anymore as I thrust in my hips continuously and released inside him.
I groaned when he came off me and coughed terribly with both hands on his neck.
“If you spit out my cum from your mouth, I will hang your head on a pole next.”