A song for you (book 3)

Grayson POVI am sitting on my bed, wondering once again why I am the most hated hybrid in the world. I don't know everyone is so nasty to me. Sure, I have secret hidden powers that I don't even know about but, I have never used them on anyone.I tried to make friends. It is impossible if no one wants to speak to you. I even sit alone at lunch. They mostly make fun of me for being a freak of nature. The other teenagers cross the road whenever I am on the street. I live a lonely life. If it wasn't for my family, I would have no one.My mother always figured that I will be the most popular guy in school, but I guess mothers don't know everything, but I am not going to tell her that."Gray, are you done yet? You are going to be late for school." My mom peeks in at my door with a smile on her face."I am ready, mom. I have never been late for school, and I am definitely not going to start the last day of school." I have always been the rule follower in

Grayson POV (a week later)I am on my way to Alpha school. I cannot believe it has been a week since I graduated from high school. It already feels like a lifetime ago. I cannot wait to start my new chapter in life.The flight here was so long. 15 hours in a plane is torture and the fact that I am afraid of heights didn't help either. My wolf was antsy the whole plane ride. I need to let my wolf out as soon as I can.I caught a cab at the airport and it dropped me off in front of the dorm rooms. I had to leave my brand new car at home since it would cost too much to ship it out. As I look around to see where I should check in I see a lot of young Alpha's standing and joking around with each other. I just hope I will finally be able to fit in. I need to be better.I walk up to the table with the welcome banner in front. There is a girl sitting behind the desk. I am glad that we as werewolves has evolved and we are now letting females be Alpha's. To me girl

Mia POVToday is my 18th birthday. Not that it makes a difference. I haven't celebrated my birthday for the past 2 years. I guess I have not been in the celebrating mood. "Liam come down for breakfast. You are going to be late for school, again.""Happy birthday Mia. Thank you for everything." Liam hands me a self-drawn card, I opened it up, and inside Liam drew a picture of me and him holding hands."Aww thank you, Liam. Now eat your breakfast. We need to leave."Liam started to wolf down his food as fast as he could. Liam is my younger brother. I have been looking after him for the past 2 years. It hasn't been easy, but we have made it work. As best as we could. I was only a child when I had to take up my brother's responsibility, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I had to drop out of school to find a job to look after him, but it is better than both of us ending up on the system.Liam and I left to pick up my best friend Kai. Ka

 Mia POVI have been working in the strip club for a week now and I hate every moment of it. The only good thing about this job is the tips I make. I make twice as much in one night than I do for the whole month working at the restaurant.I have learned so much about the clientele in the club. Some come for the dancing other for the stripping, but most of them come just to be social with each other.This week we had a bachelor's party. That was the best customer I had for the whole week. The more they drunk the bigger the tips were. The bachelor wanted a lap dance from me in the back so I went with him, but all he wanted was to talk. He told me that this is not his scene. I was so dumbstruck that I didn't know what to tell him. Cinnamon warned me about bachelor's parties. The groom is usually is the worst of the lot.It's at the end of the night and the girls and I are sitting at one of the tables and counting our tips. Just chatting away.I h

Mia POVI went to sit next to Patrick. He takes my hand in his. He looks at me with amazement in his eyes."That was amazing. I see now why you wanted to be a singer. You should do everything in your power to make that dream a reality. You cannot hide that talent away. Everyone in the world needs to hear your voice." Patrick looks so sincere. I haven't sung for anyone since my parents died. I only ever sang for people close to me."Thank you, Patrick. Like I said I haven't sung in a really long time. I am a little rusty.""If that was you being a little rusty. I wonder what you will sound like when you are in practice." I hear someone cleaning his through and we looked up. I see a man in a suit standing there. He is smiling from ear to ear, almost looking like he has won the lottery."I am sorry to interrupt your evening. My name is Domonic. I am the owner of the Fletcher Pub. I was here on a date with my wife and heard you sing. I am