Chapter three
1443 Words
Clarabell’s pov
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Clara…..” mom’s soft voice pierced through my sleepy haze.
My eyes fluttered open to see her holding a cake lined up with candles, beside her was Ron dressed rather too formal for the morning. in his hands was a gift bag and he was grinning from ear to ear like it was he who had the birthday.
“Thanks mom,” I said, sitting up straight on the bed. I looked at ron and well he looked a bit tensed, like he was waiting on me to say something.
“Good morning Ron,” was all I could say.
He grinned even wider, handing me the gift bag, “Happy birthday Clara. this is for you.”
I hesitated for a moment before taking the bag. I looked at mom for approval and she gave me the go ahead. Inside the bag was the latest iphone and a….“Holy molly! you got me tickets to the Sweries tour? like THE SWERIES TOUR?!” I exclaimed.
The Sweries tour was a concert hosted by the sweries boy band, my favorite pop musicians. The tickets were extremely expensive to get and almost impossible to get even if you had the money! How did he manage to pull this off?!
“Yes I did,” Ron responded, like a proud dad.
Compelled to give him a hug, I shot from the bed and jumped on him, squealing and pouring kisses all over his face. It was a gesture well deserved! This had to be the best birthday ever, first I was finally going to get my wolf and now this?
When I finally pulled away, he bursted out laughing and so did mom and before I knew it, I had joined too. When we finally stopped, Mom glanced at Ron and together they said.
“You'll be having a party too.”
A party? Before I could come up with what to say, Mom added, “And we both want you to look your absolute best. the guests will be arriving soon so get prepared, sweetie.”
Ron nodded and walked out, leaving me alone with just mom. As soon as he was out of sight, I pulled Mom closer.
“Isn’t that too much mom? the tickets to the Sweries tour is enough, trust me.” I said I hushed tones. she smiled and held my hair up into a bun, “nothing is too much for you sweetie.”
“But mo–” I began protesting but she was already out, laughing and winking at me as she banged the door shut.
And that was how my agony of searching for what to wear began. every single clothe I had thought was pretty last night suddenly looked ugly. it was either too fitting. too revealing. or too…..not just my type. However, after fruitless minutes of searching, I finally settled for a short black dress with a slit by the side.
With a curt sigh, I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflectuon before walking downstairs to meet mom and Ron. but to my greatest shock, while I descended down the stairs, the whole living room was filled to the brim with people! Girls who looked my age but smelled like they’ve wined and dined with luxury all their life, even the boys too.
My eyes scanned the whole area for mom cause she had a lot if explaining to do! Soon enough I found her, arms lockd with that of Ron talking to a set of elderly persons dressed in a suit or tie.
“Mom.” I called, waving my hands in the air so she could see me. As her eyes darted to where I was and locked with mine, she leaned into Ron and her lips began moving. Ugh, what was she talking about?
While I pondered, a squeaky sound cut through the air and what followed next was what I totally didn't see coming. Mom had somehow missed my eyes and strutted towards where a soft jazz music was coming from and picked up a microphone.
“Ladies and gebtkemen, it's an honour to meet all of you. Pease make welcome Clarabelle, the celebrant!”
Everyone turned to me and started clapping, I suddenly wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I forced a smile on my face as I mouthed a “thank you” to as many faces that my eyes locked with.
The routine went on and on until the clappings seized and everyone went back to what they were doing before I had arrived. Some minutes into the party, Ron came to meet me.
“Are you having fun?” he asked.
“yeah,” I lied, smiling. This was no way near my kind of party but seeing how much effort he had put into this, I couldn't tell him the truth.
“That's perfect.” he gave me a pointed look, “Oh and that reminds me, some elites and associates from your school are here so be rest assured that your days in the academy will be a smooth one.”
I thanked him and then he left. But something seemed to be missing, or rather someone. As I stared at the guests, thinking on who was missing, it suddenly hit me.
Ryan!
I hadn't set my eyes on him since the previous night, was he okay? Not that I really cared, I just wanted to know. My eyes scanned the whole living room for him but he was no where in sight. Eventually, I stopped searching and tried as much as I could to enjoy my party, stealing shots of tequila from the waiter serving the elderly people whenever he wasn't looking.
Until the disaster of such an act struck. My throat burned and I felt a bile rising up my throat. I tightened my lips and ran out of the living room at the speed of light, hitting some persons and tendering my apologies to them while at it.
As soon as I reached an open clearing within the house, I poured everything, belching and pounding on my rib cage to breathe.
“Having fun being the favorite one, yeah?” a voice I instantly recognized to be that of Ryan snorted. He was leaning by the wall, puffing out smoke and staring into space.
“What do you mean?”I raised a brow, feeling a little bit better after throwing up.
He scoffed and tore his gaze away from me. I folded my arms across my chest and repeated, “what do you mean, dickhead?”
His gaze returned to me, “Go back inside newbie, you look terrible.”
What?
“I don't look terrible dickhead! I look pretty!” I shot back.
He scoffed again, puffing out more smoke from his nostrils, “you do, but I bet your w***e of a mother told you otherwise, right?”
My nose flared and I immediately stormed towards him. As I reached him, about to kick his groin like I had done the previous night, he beat me to it first, slamming me on the wall and uphoisting my hands.
Before I could react, an indescribable numbness shot from up from my spine, momentarily freezing me. I groaned in pain and snapped my eyes close. The air around me thickened with the scent of cedar mixed with earthy pinewood, but nothing could have prepared me for what came next my eyes fluttered open.
Ryan’s pupils were enlarging! at the same time, a soft voice thundered in my head, “mate!”
“No….this can’t be” I stammered, my voice barely audible as I broke free from his grip. “you cant be my mate, the moon goddess is freaking insane.” a bitter ragged laugh escaped my lips.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he sauntered away from me, but to my greatest shock, he slammed his fists on the wall and walked out. How could he just walk out at such a serious issue?
I made to go after him but I tripped and fell hard on the floor. He stopped walking, spun around and then continued walking again, leaving me seething with anger.
I couldn't bear the thought of being tied to Ryan, of being forced to spend my life with the one person I loathed the most, my step brother! This was wrong, in all freaking levels and if mom found out her marriage with Ron would most likely hit rock bottom!
Oh goddess.
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