Listen to me 90

In the story “Listen to Me,” Sloane faces relentless bullying from a group of girls who mock her appearance and family background, particularly targeting her mother’s past. The insults escalate, and Sloane struggles to maintain her composure, trying to dismiss their taunts. However, her inner wolf, Aisling, is furious and urges her to confront the bullies. As the situation intensifies, Aisling takes control, showcasing her dominance and forcing the girls to kneel in fear.

Aisling, asserting her identity as a pure Alpha wolf, challenges the bullies with a menacing presence. She confronts them directly, demanding they say their insults to her face. The tension escalates as she refuses to back down, even when the principal intervenes. Aisling’s fury is palpable, and she is determined to protect Sloane and assert their strength against the cruelty they face daily. The confrontation draws the attention of their peers, who witness Aisling’s power.

As Aisling’s anger peaks, her brother Slade and friend Scarlet step in, encouraging her to let Sloane take control. They remind her of the importance of handling the situation with care and not letting the anger consume her. After a heartfelt exchange with Slade, Aisling relinquishes control, allowing Sloane to step forward. Sloane then delivers a powerful warning to the bullies, reminding them of the consequences of their actions.

The story highlights themes of identity, strength, and the struggle against bullying. Sloane’s internal conflict between her human self and her wolf persona showcases the complexities of dealing with harassment. Ultimately, it emphasizes the importance of standing up for oneself while also recognizing the need for support from loved ones. Aisling’s fierce protection of Sloane illustrates the bond between them, reinforcing the notion that they are stronger together in the face of adversity.

**Listen to Me**

Sloane

“Do you honestly think she ever washes her hair?”

“I seriously doubt it. Just look at her. She’s a complete wreck.”

With a heavy sigh, I shut my locker with a forceful bang, the noise echoing in the hallway, before turning to confront them. “Is there a problem?”

“Oh, absolutely. I have a major problem. How about you try bathing once in a while?” One of the she-wolves sneers, her eyes scanning me with disdain, as if I were a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

“And maybe you could invest in a comb for your hair. Just a suggestion—show a little respect for yourself,” another one chimes in, her tone dripping with condescension.

“Oh, you mean like you do? Should I plaster makeup all over my face and throw myself at Alphas who clearly have no interest in me?” I retort, my voice laced with sarcasm.

The group of girls, all four of them, burst into laughter, their mockery ringing in my ears. “Oh sweetie, no Alpha would want you, no matter how much you try to change yourself,” one of them declares, her smirk widening.

‘Shut them down,’ Aisling growls fiercely in my mind.

‘Let it go, Ais. They’re not worth it,’ I reply, trying to maintain my composure.

“Yeah, because if you’re anything like your mother, you’ll end up killing your mate, right? Goddess forbid you actually find one. He’ll probably run screaming for the hills to escape you,” another girl adds, and their laughter grows louder, filling the hallway with their cruel amusement.

I can feel Aisling’s fury boiling within me. ‘Aisling, please. Just let it go,’ I plead, desperately trying to regain control.

“I’m done letting it go,” she snarls, a fierce determination overtaking her, and in an instant, she shoves me aside, taking charge.

“You all think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she hisses, her voice dripping with contempt as she glares at them.

“We’re not the murderer, bitch!” one of the she-wolves snaps back, completely oblivious to the fact that it’s my wolf speaking, not me.

‘Aisling! Stop!’

But my wolf is beyond reason now. She’s had enough of their taunts, and her anger surges through me like a tidal wave.

Aisling POV

I’ve been sitting back, listening to these pathetic wolves act as if they’re superior to my human simply because of who her mother is. Well, I’ve had it. Sloane may tolerate their insolence, but I refuse to. I might not be a white wolf, but I am an Alpha wolf— a PURE Alpha wolf. Clearly, this school full of insufferable idiots needs a reminder of who I am.

With a low growl, I push my aura outward, relishing the sight of all four girls sinking to their knees, their expressions shifting from arrogance to fear.

“Say it to my face. I dare you,” I challenge them, my voice low and menacing.

If I were in my wolf form, I know I’d have saliva dripping from my mouth, a primal display of dominance. But I’m aware that Sloane disapproves of such behavior, and I don’t want to add to her frustration.

Their heads lift slightly, but it’s not enough. I’ve heard this nonsense every single day. Every. Single. Day. And I’m done with it.

“Go ahead! You were so bold talking trash to my human. Say it to me! Say it to my face!” I roar, my voice echoing in the hallway.

“We’re sorry, Alpha,” one of the she-wolves stammers, her bravado crumbling under my glare.

“Not sorry enough to keep your human’s mouth in check, are you?” I snarl, stepping closer, invading her space.

“We don’t control our humans,” another girl retorts, her defiance only fueling my anger.

My head snaps toward her, incredulous. “Then I suppose your human has no qualms about watching as I make YOU suffer for her insolence!” I snarl, my fury palpable.

All four wolves whimper in response, and just as I’m about to force them to submit completely, I sense him. Benedict Winslow, V. Or more accurately, his wolf, Marrok. And right now, Marrok is furious.

Well, he can just get in line.

“Sloane!” he barks as he strides through the throng of onlookers, his presence commanding attention. “Let them go!”

I feel his Alpha aura push against mine, but he’s not strong enough to overpower me.

“No,” I snarl defiantly. “I am done! I’m exhausted from insignificant, unintelligent wolves thinking they can harass my human or my brother just because they’ve heard rumors about our parents. I will NOT release them. I’m tired of being passive while others forget who I am.”

“What is going on here?” Principal Rollins demands, pushing through the crowd of students, his voice booming. He scoffs, his eyes narrowing at me. “Of course it’s you, Sloane.”

With a surge of power, I slam my aura against him, relishing the way he falters, struggling to maintain his composure. His neck instinctively rises in deference to my strength.

“You are one of those insignificant, unintelligent wolves that I’m fed up with,” I snarl. “You know nothing and you do NOTHING to protect my human. What kind of principal are you?”

“Your uncle will hear about this,” he chokes out, his voice trembling slightly.

“Good,” I growl. “He’d probably worry I was dead if you didn’t call him daily with updates on what Sloane is supposedly doing wrong.”

“Aisling, you have to let them go,” my dear friend Davina, who is Scarlet’s wolf, interjects gently. She approaches me slowly, her hands raised in a gesture of peace.

“I’ve had enough, Davina,” I growl softly, my resolve unwavering.

“Alpha, we didn’t do anything! I swear! She just attacked us!” one of the she-wolves whines, casting a desperate glance at Benedict.

I snarl, once again extending my aura over them, making them cower and whimper in response.

“Liar!” I snap, my anger radiating outward, causing all the other wolves nearby to raise their necks in submission.

“There’s one thing I know about Sloane and Aisling,” Benedict says, his voice steady as he addresses his pack member. I turn my gaze toward him, waiting for him to say something that could shatter the respect I hold for him.

He holds my gaze, unwavering, as he continues. “Sloane never starts anything. She keeps to herself. But when someone else starts something with her or someone she cares about, she ends it,” he states firmly. Then, he looks directly at me. “And I know exactly who you are, Aisling. You are a pure Alpha. You are not responsible for the sins of your mother.”

I can hear the respect in his voice, and it’s that more than anything that compels me to step back just enough to allow him to move forward.

“Sloane!” I turn to see my brother, his eyes wide with surprise as he realizes it’s me, not my human that’s in control.

“Aisling,” he says gently, his voice calm and soothing. “You can’t do this. You have to let Sloane take over.”

He approaches me slowly, not with fear, but with the intention of giving me space to process.

“He’s right, Ais. Let Sloane take control. We’ll handle this, I promise,” Scarlet adds, her voice steady and reassuring.

“I’m so tired of the abuse we endure here every single day,” I growl, the weight of my frustration heavy on my chest.

“I know,” Slade responds, stepping closer and locking eyes with me. “We’ll figure it out. But right now, you need to give Sloane control. Will you do that for me?”

A small smile forms on my lips. “I would do anything for you, little brother.”

He reaches out, pulling me into a warm embrace. “I love you, Aisling.”

“I love you too,” I reply, holding him tightly for a moment before stepping back and relinquishing control to Sloane.

As soon as I step back, I feel her pull my aura with her, and I watch as some students around us collapse to the ground, while others begin to breathe heavily, as if they’ve just been granted the air they desperately needed.

I push forward again, my gaze locking onto the girls who have fallen to their behinds in front of me. “Don’t forget this lesson, she-wolves. The next time I put you in your place, it won’t be so pretty.”

“Ais, honey, you can’t do that again,” Sloane warns, her voice filled with concern.

“Watch me. If they want to mess around, they’ll learn what it means to go against a pure Alpha wolf. I don’t care who our mother was. I don’t care what she did. If they want to see psycho-crazy, I’ll show them psycho-crazy,” I declare defiantly before stepping back and allowing Sloane to take full control once more.

In the aftermath of the confrontation, Sloane feels a profound shift within herself, a blend of relief and empowerment coursing through her veins. For too long, she had been the target of relentless taunts, her identity overshadowed by the legacy of her mother. But today, with Aisling’s fierce protection, she had witnessed the strength that lay dormant within her. It wasn’t just about standing up to the she-wolves; it was about reclaiming her narrative, about understanding that she was not defined by her lineage but by her choices and her courage. Surrounded by the support of her brother and friends, Sloane realizes that she has allies who believe in her, who see her for who she truly is, and that realization ignites a spark of hope.

As she walks away from the chaos, Sloane understands that the journey ahead will not be easy. There will be more battles to face, more whispers to silence, but she is no longer alone. With the strength of Aisling at her side and the unwavering support of her loved ones, she feels ready to confront whatever challenges lie ahead. The laughter of the she-wolves fades into the background, replaced by the reassuring voices of her family and friends. Sloane embraces her identity, not just as a wolf, but as a fighter, a protector, and most importantly, as herself. With each step, she sheds the weight of her past and embraces the future, knowing that she is more than capable of facing whatever comes her way.

In the next chapter, readers can expect the aftermath of Aisling’s fierce display of power to ripple through the school, leaving both allies and adversaries rattled. The tension in the air will be palpable as Sloane grapples with the consequences of Aisling’s actions. How will her peers react to the sudden shift in dynamics? With the principal’s warning looming over her, Sloane must navigate the treacherous waters of high school politics while also confronting her own insecurities about her identity and her wolf’s fierce nature. The stakes are higher than ever, and Sloane’s resolve will be tested in ways she never anticipated.

As the chapter unfolds, the confrontation with Benedict Winslow will deepen, revealing layers of complexity in their relationship. Will he stand by her side as she faces the repercussions of Aisling’s dominance, or will his loyalty waver under pressure? Additionally, the tension between Sloane and the she-wolves will escalate, pushing her to make difficult choices about how to assert herself without losing sight of who she truly is. With the threat of further bullying and the haunting legacy of her mother casting a long shadow, Sloane must find her voice and redefine her place within the pack. Readers will be on the edge of their seats, eager to see how Sloane will rise to the challenge and what unexpected alliances may form in the wake of Aisling’s bold declaration of power.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.