Ever Series: My Forever... Truly?
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E. Adamson
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Chapter 1
Ember Morrissey sat on her bed, staring down at an old photograph in a picture frame.
Today she would be graduating from high school. Unfortunately, like so many other things in the past two years, her childhood friend wouldnât be there to cheer her on.
She missed him so much. She missed his hugs and the way he made her laugh when she was sad. She missed the way she could tell him anything and he never judged her.
She huffed out a laugh. She just missed him, period.
Laying the picture aside and staring out her window, she took a deep breath. There was no use crying over it. What was done was done.
She still saw Ryker around sometimes, at school and in town. He never spoke to her, though, and would quickly head in the other direction when he saw her.
Picking the picture back up, Ember circled his face. Ryker HollingtonâŠjust the sound of his name made her sigh with longing.
He was two years younger than her, but it had never mattered to either of them. As soon as heâd been able to play with her, he had been her best friend and playmate.
When theyâd gotten older, theyâd become each otherâs confidants. They knew things about each other nobody else knew, and she missed the feeling of trust theyâd always had for each other.
Now she had no one.
âEmber! Come on, weâre going to be late!â Emerson yelled up the stairs.
Sighing, she put the picture of Emerson, her, and Ryker back on her dresser. Then she kissed her fingertip before pressing it to his sweet face.
âWish you were still my friend, so youâd be there for me today,â she whispered before quickly leaving her room.
âI swear, Ember, the older you get, the slower you move!â Emerson growled at her as she came down the stairs.
Rolling her eyes, she growled back, âIf I want to hear anything from you, Iâll rattle your cage!â
Emerson was her twin brother and had inherited the alpha gene from their mom. When theyâd turned sixteen, heâd started trying to use it on her.
Why? Because sheâd inherited her dadâs omega gene. Emerson figured that meant she was twice as weak, since she was both a girl and an omega.
But Ember gave as good as she gotâ at least she did with Emerson. When others messed with her, she tended to back down.
Her not obeying his demands only increased his anger, which, she honestly found funny most of the time.
âDonât get smart with me, Ember!â Emerson yelled next.
âChildren, thatâs enough now. Come eat your breakfast and try to be civil to each other,â Dad called from the kitchen.
Ember just sighed and followed her brother. She missed the way her brother had been before they were sixteen. She didnât like this new grumpy version.
Dad said it was because Emerson hadnât found his mate. She figured the alpha in him made him more aggressive, and he needed a mate to calm him.
Whatever the reason, it didnât make it any easier to live with.
âEmber, did you invite anyone besides Deanna to your party in two weeks?â Dad asked as he set a plate in front of her.
Ember looked down. âNo, Dad. I donât have anyone to invite.â
She was a bit of a loner and found it challenging to make friends because she was the less outgoing twin.
Maybe it was because of her omega gene, or perhaps it was just her personality. Whatever it was, she had two friendsâŠactually, one friend now, and that was pretty much it.
âArenât you going to at least ask Ryker?â Dad asked her softly.
Ember shook her head, not bothering to look up. Dad didnât know why Ryker had stopped coming over suddenly, which meant that when something important happened to Ember, he always asked if sheâd told Ryker.
Ember didnât really know what had happened to make him leave her behind. The only thing she could think of was the conversation Ryker had had with Emerson.
After talking to her brother, heâd pulled a disappearing act and hadnât spoken to her since.
***
âYour dad makes the best cake, Ember!â Thirteen-year-old Ryker exclaimed as he licked his lips.
The two of them were sitting on the porch swing after finishing their slice of birthday cake.
âYeah, he does,â Ember agreed as she snuggled sleepily into his side.
It was strange, but today when Ryker had come for her and Emersonâs sixteenth birthday party, Ember felt something was different about him.
For one thing, when sheâd hugged him, sheâd had a hard time letting him go. Then it had upset her when he smiled at her friend Deanna.
Now she just wanted to stay next to him and monopolize his time.
Ember didnât know what was happening to her. It wasnât a mate thing, because she felt no tingles and his scent hadnât changed.
Sheâd had a slight crush on him for a while now, so maybe that was all it was. Her teenage hormones were kicking in.
She wouldnât act on her crush, though, since they could both end up hurt whenever one of them found their true mate.
âHey, Ryker, come here a minute,â Emerson called. âI need to talk to ya.â
Ember almost whined when Ryker moved.
âHush, lazy! You shouldnât be sleeping at your birthday party anyway,â Ryker had teased as he flicked the end of her nose.
âWhatever,â Ember grumbled at him as she watched him leave. She laid down in the swing and closed her eyes. However, she was no longer sleepy, just cold and lonely.
Confusion filled her as she tried to puzzle out why she was feeling that way.
âWhat is wrong with me?â Ember grumbled as she finally got up and went inside a half-hour later. âMom, have you seen Ryker?â
âHe left probably twenty minutes ago. I thought you knew that,â Mom answered.
Pulling out her phone, she tried calling him, but all her calls went to voicemail. Then sheâd texted, but he never answered those either.
He avoided her the rest of the summer, and when school started back, he ignored her there, too.
After that, she gave up on him and their friendship.
**
Hearing a throat being cleared, Ember pulled herself from her memories to find Emerson frowning across the table at her. She ignored him and turned to Dad, who was watching them closely.
âItâs so sad your friendship ended. The three of you used to be so close,â Dad commented, a knowing look in his eyes.
Ember didnât know how to make him understand what even she didnât understand, so she shrugged and said nothing.
âThat was a long time ago,â Emerson bit out angrily.
âFriendship like that doesnât just go away, son. It must be thrown away. The question is, which one of you three threw it?â Dad asked.
Then, with one last âI know more than you thinkâ look, he left.
Emerson growled before he stood and stomped off.
Ember sighed. That is a question Iâd like the answer to. Unfortunately, Ryker isnât talking to me, and the relationship between Emerson and me has deteriorated to the point I canât ask him.
âCome on, kids,â Mom called. âYou donât want to be late for your graduation.â
Ember stood up and straightened her blue sleeveless dress before she headed for the door. Might as well get this over with.
It wasnât that sheâd miss school, but she would miss the glimpses of Ryker that going to school gave her.
Rykerâs birthday was two weeks after hers and, since heâd just be turning sixteen, he still had two years of school left.
Ember missed his friendship and figured she always would. In her heart, she still had hope that one day they would be friends again, and some days that was what kept her going.
âCome on, Ember,â Emerson growled loudly from next to the car.
Ember growled back as she hurried down the walkway to the car. Once she got in, Dad cranked it, and away they went.
