Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf finds his mate by Rachel E Rice Page B
Authors: Rachel E Rice
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right choice for us, he said to Drayton the younger taller brother. “We have chores and we need to prepare the house for a female.” Drayton nodded his head and with a broad smile, headed to the kitchen to tell the cook to prepare a feast and ready the rooms for company. There will be a wedding soon.
One Desire
By Rachel E. Rice
Prologue
O nce I looked into the mirror and saw a young girl named Tyler. Now when I look into the mirror, I don’t know who I am. All I know is I died when I began to lie to others and to myself. It started as one lie here and one lie there and pretty soon I became someone else.
It began on my eighteenth birthday. That day should have been the best day of my life. It started out that way of course. I woke to a beautiful summer day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened that morning, except I heard doves cry, and that was probably a warning sign. I said good bye to my parents and headed off to my high school graduation ceremony.
This day would have been wonderful even if I wasn’t rich like my class mates, or popular, or beautiful. I had none of those qualities but one. I was the girl most likely to succeed if I had money and had the parentage. At my private school, I managed to pull off a 4.0, which wasn’t easy with the rumors and threats vaulted in my direction. All because I study and could pass subjects that anyone with a little extra effort could have done.
The girls were jealous but they never gave me a second thought because I never attended their parties or glanced in the direction of their boyfriends. That was all they cared about. Grades were nothing. They could buy a grade if they had to, but a good looking rich boy, now that was a horse of a different color. These pretentious girls would have cut my hair, run me down with their Porsches and spread the most obscene gossip about me if I opened my mouth to mention their boyfriend’s names.
Throughout my years at Capitol Institute for the gifted and talented, most of the girls in this private school were gifted and talented as long as they had a hard grasp on mommy and daddy’s wallets to guarantee they would remain that way.
Girls like me who worked their asses off to escape the inevitable, never got a break unless they received good grades. At the time I didn’t understand the importance of youth and money, but I did understand the importance of an education.
I stood before that crowd of she devils and gave my valedictorian speech. Eyes rolled, curses were mouthed as I tried to read my illustrious speech. The only one sat there and listened to me was Christina and my parents.
Thanks to Chris my best friend, otherwise, my life would have been a living hell, and she was my only friend for four long years.
I was poor in friends, and just plain poor. I couldn’t afford the money to pay for anything but an occasional pizza, and in the evenings when the cafeteria was closed, I hid away in the library and ate tuna sandwiches. I spent more energy worrying about whether someone would notice that my family was broke, it was a wonder I graduated, but graduate I did.
My parents, George and Nora Burns were blue collar workers who happen to save a few dollars to pay for a home when the economy was doing ok. But my father loss his job and had been out of work for four years. In his sixties, and when the employment picture improved, no one wanted to hire him.
When I broke the news to my parents that I had won a scholarship to a prestigious high school, instead of them jumping for joy, they put their heads down and prayed. That’s all they seem to do lately is pray for me, and play the lottery.
The scholarship I received to attend this absurdly expensive school wasn’t worth the embarrassment I felt every minute of the day. But I was there and I had to adjust. I walked with my head bent and ear plugs on most times so as not to listen to the rich girls’ chatter. The whispers sounded like this, “What is she doing here?” and that I
One Desire
By Rachel E. Rice
Prologue
O nce I looked into the mirror and saw a young girl named Tyler. Now when I look into the mirror, I don’t know who I am. All I know is I died when I began to lie to others and to myself. It started as one lie here and one lie there and pretty soon I became someone else.
It began on my eighteenth birthday. That day should have been the best day of my life. It started out that way of course. I woke to a beautiful summer day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened that morning, except I heard doves cry, and that was probably a warning sign. I said good bye to my parents and headed off to my high school graduation ceremony.
This day would have been wonderful even if I wasn’t rich like my class mates, or popular, or beautiful. I had none of those qualities but one. I was the girl most likely to succeed if I had money and had the parentage. At my private school, I managed to pull off a 4.0, which wasn’t easy with the rumors and threats vaulted in my direction. All because I study and could pass subjects that anyone with a little extra effort could have done.
The girls were jealous but they never gave me a second thought because I never attended their parties or glanced in the direction of their boyfriends. That was all they cared about. Grades were nothing. They could buy a grade if they had to, but a good looking rich boy, now that was a horse of a different color. These pretentious girls would have cut my hair, run me down with their Porsches and spread the most obscene gossip about me if I opened my mouth to mention their boyfriend’s names.
Throughout my years at Capitol Institute for the gifted and talented, most of the girls in this private school were gifted and talented as long as they had a hard grasp on mommy and daddy’s wallets to guarantee they would remain that way.
Girls like me who worked their asses off to escape the inevitable, never got a break unless they received good grades. At the time I didn’t understand the importance of youth and money, but I did understand the importance of an education.
I stood before that crowd of she devils and gave my valedictorian speech. Eyes rolled, curses were mouthed as I tried to read my illustrious speech. The only one sat there and listened to me was Christina and my parents.
Thanks to Chris my best friend, otherwise, my life would have been a living hell, and she was my only friend for four long years.
I was poor in friends, and just plain poor. I couldn’t afford the money to pay for anything but an occasional pizza, and in the evenings when the cafeteria was closed, I hid away in the library and ate tuna sandwiches. I spent more energy worrying about whether someone would notice that my family was broke, it was a wonder I graduated, but graduate I did.
My parents, George and Nora Burns were blue collar workers who happen to save a few dollars to pay for a home when the economy was doing ok. But my father loss his job and had been out of work for four years. In his sixties, and when the employment picture improved, no one wanted to hire him.
When I broke the news to my parents that I had won a scholarship to a prestigious high school, instead of them jumping for joy, they put their heads down and prayed. That’s all they seem to do lately is pray for me, and play the lottery.
The scholarship I received to attend this absurdly expensive school wasn’t worth the embarrassment I felt every minute of the day. But I was there and I had to adjust. I walked with my head bent and ear plugs on most times so as not to listen to the rich girls’ chatter. The whispers sounded like this, “What is she doing here?” and that I
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