The Rich Orphan

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

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Noah’s POV

The weeks went by and Eliza became more and more isolated with the pack. And me. She would wake up ridiculously early leave the house and then come to school on her motorbike, she spent all of her time outside of the house and she would never come to the Pack meetings and wouldn’t socialise with them, except for Mark. That was the worst part; she was gaining more and more attention since coming back to school. The boys would be drawling over her, luckily she didn’t give them a glance and only talked to her friend Lydia. But Mark seemed to be an exception to this rule and she would happily speak to him. It was becoming harder and harder to stop them, however they were nothing more than friends. Like Mark said

   “I’m five years older then her and she’s your mate it would be weird.” Mark shrugged. However as much it was my instincts to stop them being together, I knew Mark was good for Eliza.

But today was going to be different I was going to get the car that Eliza had always wanted. She never had got round to buying a car so I was going to get her one, as a late birthday gift to her.

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Eliza’s POV

I ran up the stairs to my room. I did this every day, before anyone had a chance to talk to  me. I had five minutes before dinner and I needed to change to get rid of the smell of Tigga.

I spent my days waking up early and going to look after Tigga then I came home quickly before school, had a shower, packed a spare pair of clothes in my bag then went to school. Instead of going back to the house I would go and see Tigga again and ride, then I would spend my time in a café doing homework.  It was an ideal routine that I enjoyed, no one interrupted me except being offered coffee and I could spend as much as time as I wanted with my horse. When I was home I spent it looking up pack records, however I was having no luck with finding a pack named “Tundra” it was becoming frustrating, I needed to kill the people who had murdered my parents so I could be at ease. So I could move on.

Life wasn’t easy right now. I didn’t like it that I couldn’t be what I wanted to be and I had to hide everything.

I dropped my bag onto the floor and rushed into the bathroom to get ready. It was nice to have a hot shower and get the grime of the day off me. I wrapped myself in a towel and went into my room humming. I was in a surprisingly good mood. Tigga was becoming better and better to ride and my school grades were perfect. It rummaged in the drawers for a pair of jeans and a hoodie. I placed them on the bed, when a shiny object caught my eye. I picked it up and there was the very recognisable Porsche logo glistening back at me. I tightened the key in my hand. It started to tremor in anger. He had to get me a fricking car, my hold on the key increased, I growled. He was going to pay very much.  Finally I had restrained myself to realise the blood was trickling down my hand. I cursed and ran into putting my hand in the sink to rinse off the blood. I had cut my hand very deep, I didn’t have a plaster big enough so I improvised by using a small piece of sheet and tying it into a knot.

Fuming I put my clothes on quickly. I ran down the stairs storming into the dining room ready to give Noah a piece of my mind.

  “You!” I roared, launching myself at him. Noah looked surprised to be attacked; however being well trained was ready for it. The moment I had grabbed him he flipped me over making me land on the floor. I kicked him in the torso. Hard. Causing Noah to fly back, I may not be trained to fight werewolves but I was a damn good fighter. I grabbed him pushing him against the wall pressing my arm against his neck preventing him to move. As much as I was angry at him I wanted to kiss very bad. It was weeks since I had touched or talked to Noah and I missed so much.