Everyone has a secret. Porsha Harris had two: She's a werewolf, and is the number one leading cause of death in her small town of Oaks. Also, she's in a family business. One that includes: Guns, violence, and a little bit of Grand Theft Auto.
Sh...
"I'm pregnant." I repeat and ma nods getting to her feet holding a hand out for me to take. I do and she pulls me into a hug. "We'll get through don't worry." Ma wanted me to come along but I convinced her to leave me alone to drive back to the house.
No I'm not pregnant, I won't-I don't want to pregnant. Ma didn't tell me anything else about having a Mortelli baby besides that the hallucinations won't stop until I give birth or abort the baby.
She leaves after kissing my forehead.
Instead of going home or even getting inside my car I mind-link a dangerous rogue of the North. Rouges in this town were illegal and are hunted and killed on sight. But Stiles was a ghost in the wind, owned the baddest club on the North side where humans are wanting to be supernatural and supernatural want to be human for a night...
Hooka.
Mind-linking Stiles I wait leaning against my car. I needed to escape and his half burlesque club half island bar seemed to be the perfect joint for me.
What's up Mama? You trying to get lit tonight?
You read my mind exactly. I need to escape for a while. Save a spot for me,
You are my Queen, you ask and it becomes a way of life.
Leaving mind-link I get in my car and decide to go to the campus, attend at least one class to not get kicked out. You know, to keep up with appearances.
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After attending one class late I walk through the library to stop dead in my tracks at the sight of blonde hair, smooth jaw line, a build I almost tore apart.
Joshua Anderson.
He was enjoying the company of a long-legged, brown haired, brown eyed beauty. She was carrying as many books as Josh. They laughed and looked at peace working away on whatever. Two little nerds,
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Turn around Porsha! Turn around! He's looking right at you! I tried to scream-will myself to move but I can't when he catches me staring at me from across the yard. Madison seemed to catch him and glance over at me.
Friendly waves were passed at me but I don't move, when I see him stand up from the seat my body wants to move and high tail it out of there. I've been here long enough, it's time to escape...
Trying not to break off my steering wheel I know it's best for the town that I go to this club instead of lashing out and burn buildings down. I refuse to feel jealous to that two piece crooked looking smirking having ass bitch who's with my boyfriend.
Pulling off my top and slipping out of my jeans I reach behind me to pull out a sheer halter topped dress with slits up both sides. Putting on gladiator sandals, a bunch of shinny jewel, and black lipstick I felt I was ready to get 50 shades wasted and fucked up.
