Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) Read Free Page A

ed alike anymore. Georgiana had curly dark red hair, soft rounded features, gapped teeth, pale skin with a dusting of freckles, and was short. My hair was straight and multicolored dark blond with masterfully done honey highlights, all of my features were angular, and I have a freckle-free light tan complexion and am tall. Beside s our physical differences, she wa s a bitch and I wasn’t ...usually .
    “Is it just me,” Steffen started and snickered when we pulled into the school’s car park , “or does it look like we pulled into a white trash police auction?”
    Needless to say, my Range Rover Sport was going to stand out.
    “They don’t look too happy to see us,” Abigail teasingly said and we nodded our agreement.
    It was easy to pinpoint the werewolves because they were glaring at us while everyone else was gawking and whispering.
    “This isn’t awkward at all ,” Romeo said with a chuckle. “Tell me again why we’re doing this?”
    It was a rhetorical question. However, it was one that I felt the need to answer.
    “Because the minger bitch in the backseat cannot keep her bloody fangs to herself,” I reminded him.
    “Sod off,” Georgiana sneered and kicked the back of my seat.
    “No thank you,” I said and slammed on the breaks, sending her smashing into the back of my seat.
    The profanities flowed from her lips as I parked the car .
    This is just the beginning, I mentally groaned .
    We continued shouting and yelling at each other in every language we knew through the halls, ignoring the stares of the humans and the rude comments from the werewolves, all the way to first hour. Thankfully I didn’t share that particular class with her or any of them. I needed my space and time to clear my head, and I couldn’t do that with Steffen and Abigail’s perpetual optimism, Romeo’s lustful tongue and roaming eyes, or Georgiana’s pernicious words and attitude.
    “What class is this?” I mumbled and looked at my schedule and groaned: creative writing. “ Bugger. Who in the hell signed me up for bloody creative writing? This is going to be the longest day of my very long life,” I complained under my breath.
    I checked in with the teacher, it was a struggle to not turn around and hide in my car for the whole day and listen to music.
    “Hello, Mr. Ashton,” the teacher greeted. “This is more of an independent study class, as you’ll find out. Just fill a journal with a creative composition by the end of semester. It can be a novel, a bunch of short stories, poetry, whatever floats your boat. You can eat and drink in class as long as it isn’t disruptive, oh, and no fighting. You can share the back table with Jay Dee,” he said, signing off on my schedule and motioned towards the back of the room.
    I nodded; eating and drinking wouldn’t be a problem. Unlike my lovely temperamental sister , I could control my hunger. I headed down the center aisle to the back corner and threw my bag on top of the table, taking the seat next to the widow. At least I’d have a good seat.
    Jay Dee should have gotten his arse to school sooner if he wanted it.
    One of the human sitting at the table in front of me turned around.
    “Not interested,” I said coldly before she could open her mouth. I didn’t have time or patience for stupid humans and their ridiculous crushes. It wa s always the same wherever we went . Our good looks lure our prey to us like moths to a flame...those are Steffen’s words when he’s all to pot, and they only apply to me since I’m naturally handsome. Regardless of wha t television and movies suggest ed , not all vampires were attractive. Romeo use d his looks and voice of persuasion to shag everything in a thousand mile radius. Georgiana use d her vampiric gifts in much the same way, but instead of shagging them , she scr ewed with their minds; she lived for drama. Abigail and Steffen like d to people watch , a living soap opera they called it . They had been married for more than three