ALAINAThe words left my mouth quicker than they should, making it impossible to mask the shame that now coated my body. Alpha Alexander looked at me and I hadn't seen so much pity in a person's eyes— I was icked.It felt like hell. My heart was beating too fast. I was over Logan. I knew it. I knew I was over him but the feeling of being replaced like a piece of clothing shot pain through my veins in the worst ways possible. I clutched either side of my dress and watched the woman, Freya, smile at me.It was one that reached didn't her eyes. She cocked her head and batted her eyelids slowly like she'd been doing since she walked in. I had no idea Alpha Alexander was engaged and I had those vile thoughts of him. How much more stupid could I get? My emotions were all over the place, eluding control, too.“Why, yes she is,” Freya responded, a tinge of excitement in her voice, and she wasn't done. “It's quite ironic that love could be so strong, yet destructive. Despite how she'd rejecte
ALAINAShould I do that? Like in the movies, should I agree with her to crash the wedding? I was going out of my mind here and it felt like the alcohol had slowly started to take effect.I just sat there, thinking of all the possible ways I could hurt Logan's feelings as much as I was hurting! It was torturous. I managed a smile and turned to Lorraine, my hand still fixed inside my hair as though I was about to tear it out. “That'll mean I care. I don't care, I just wish he'd burn in hell. All of them!”I hissed and Lorrie guffawed. “Including Alpha Alexander?” She asked in a teasing tone and I scowled, remembering how utterly disrespectful our conversation had been.“Including him and his goody two shoes Luna, they could burn for all I care!” I took another sip of the whiskey. Alcohol was never a go-to for me, especially as I'd spent my entire married life babysitting a man that was cursed to drink his life away.My head was banging and the speakers weren't helping. “What if he's…jus
ALEXANDER No classy man would want to meet up at a bar, but not Damon. And irrespective of how much disgust I abhorred for his family, this business was important. I couldn't back out of it even if I tried. “We're here,” Leo announced and a sigh ripped out from my lips. I pecked through the window and my eyes fell on the twinkling lights of the place. I hadn't been in a bar in years and suddenly, I had to because of business, and it was unavoidable. The fact that Freya was his sister couldn't stop me from seeing him. This meeting was for the good of RavenThorn and my pack, so how could I miss it? I loosened my tie completely, another retired sigh slipping from my lips. “Wait here. I'll be back.” I opened the door and stepped out. This was torture, but according to the enigmatic individual I was meeting today, he'd rather die than step foot into the packhouse. I wasn't at the packhouse anymore so there wasn't much to say about that. And it was better to meet Damon at night, that
ALEXANDER“Are you the grim reaper?” I kept my eyes on her from the rearview mirror as she sat up. Her eyes were still partially closed and she rested against the seat like there wasn't a single iota of life inside of her.“That would mean you're dead,” I responded tersely, trying to keep my eyes on the road. The fact that she was in the same car as me was distracting enough.The entire vehicle had been vandalized by her scent and it killed me, slowly, sweetly. I had to maintain all modesty and make sure I got her home safely. “Am…I dead?” She asked again, then immediately placed her hands over her mouth. “Stop the car! I can't die like this. I have to tell him something!”Was this what everyone who'd seen Alaina drunk had to go through or was I special enough to see this side of her? I'd stick with the delusion. After all, it didn't hurt anymore. A small peal of laughter slipped from my lips. “Him?” I raised my brow. “Who?”She hiccuped again and threw her head back. It was no dou
ALAINAUgh, my head is killing me! I slowly sat up, my eyes fluttering open like a wounded bird's wings. Where am I?! This isn't my room! Panic set in like a raging bull, and I scrambled to piece together the events of the previous night. But, oh dear moon goddess, my brain was a complete blank slate!"Okay, Alaina, think!" I told myself, trying to sound calmer than I felt. "You were at the bar, and then... and then... UGH!" I slammed my fists onto the bed, frustrated at my own forgetfulness. It was blank. I remembered nothing. All I could remember was Logan's annoying voice and how I had triumphantly told him off when I should never have picked the damn call.But that didn't matter right now. Where was I? I looked around the room and boy was it huge! And that only scared me more! Did I go home with a stranger? My head wouldn't stop aching, like a hammer was being hit against it relentlessly. But, wait a minute... I'm not wearing my dress! I looked down, and my eyes widened in horr
ALAINAWhat the hell!?It was the alcohol, wasn't it? There was no way in hell what I was seeing was right. I rubbed my eyes with my palm and flicked it open again, but my door still stood before me, unwavering!It was my apartment!My room, directly opposite Alpha Alexander's. My legs turned to jelly and I retreated till I leaned against the wall for support. It was the same hallway. The same building.The same house. We were under the same roof! Was the universe trying to snuff me out by suffocating me with Alpha Alexander's presence? There was only one explanation but I just couldn't believe it.There was no way in hell we lived under the same roof. I'd rather, seriously this time, die than stay in the same apartment building with him. Was it the alcohol still messing with me?What happened to the packhouse? Why was he here? Why!? I turned on my heels and faced the house I'd just walked out of. I raised my hand but before I could press the doorbell, the door opened, revealing Alpha
ALAINAIt seemed like it's been hours since I'd been waiting for my coffee order, partially praying that Lorraine would walk through the door soon and I'd have the chance to go crazy and rant all I wanted.This shouldn't be happening to me! Why? Whatever did I do wrong to be plagued like this? My feet tapped rhythmically against the marble floor and I gnawed on my finger nails, absolutely distracted. My thoughts seemed to be pouring out of my head without mercy.Just then, I heard the waiter call for number nineteen which was the same as mine and I stood up reluctantly. The coffee would wake me up, definitely but that wasn't enough reason for me to be delighted, not after how much of a mess that day had been.I walked to the counter and at the exact same time i wanted to grab the coffee, another pair of arma grabbed it first and I turned to the person, angry. “Excuse you?” I snapped. “That's my coffee.”When I turned to look at him, I was met by the most piercing set of green eyes and
ALEXANDERI couldn't get the Alaina of yesterday out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried. That she'd be that adorable? I never expected that and now like a madman, I stood by my door, waiting for her to return.I'd followed her halfways downstairs when she'd asked my caretaker who I was and the expression on her face when she realized I was the owner? It was impeccable and I had to stifle a laugh.Within the short time that I stood there, Alaina's scent breezed through the hallway and my stomach clenched. I felt a sensation build up inside me, almost worse than the last night. I didn't love this woman Innocently, at all. All the parts of me screamed of want for her.Alaina appeared at the far end and the moment we locked eyes, her expression contorted into fear, nervousness. Even anger. Frankly, I was used to that. So I simply smiled, for both of us.She seemed glued to that one position. She wouldn't move an inch for seconds. Until she inhaled deeply and approached me with such el
I took a deep breath, my fingers interlocked with Lorraine's as I walked out. It felt as though with every step I took, my heart beat even faster. As we approached the grand staircase, I saw a well-dressed Damon patiently waiting for me, and my heart began to race. The anticipation of the ball weighed heavily on me, and a sense of unease gnawed at my insides. Damon bowed respectfully the moment we got to where he stood. "Luna," he murmured. "The Alpha instructed me to lead you to the banquet hall, where the ball will take place." “I don't know, Damon. Are you the one to come pick me up? Shouldn't you be with Alexander? You are his best man for today, remember?” I asked, managing a smile, even though there was not a reason to. “Yes,” he mouthed. “The best man of the groom is meant to bring his wife to the ball.” I replied with a nervous "Okay," and slipped my hand into the waiting crook of his elbow. Then I allowed him to guide me down the stairs. His firm, comforting presence wa
ALAINA In the large pack's living room, I gazed at Lorraine who made a gesture with her hand. On second thought, I turned to look at the man I am in love with - my husband-to-be, Alexander as he was on his feet, walking towards the door of a room not so far from the spot. After a few days since Alexander popped the question, he believed in his heart that it would make some sense to see his mother - the old Luna who lives in his pack. Ever since then, I have thought about nothing but being accepted, or rejected. “Nothing is happening, girl,” Lorraine called out to me, who woke up from my thoughts. “You are too good to be rejected, or don't you know?” “I don't know, Lorraine—” I mouthed. “I was an Omega Wolf the last time I checked. Why won't I be rejected? I want to know why. That the man I love accepted me does not mean the other members of his pack and family will not reject me.” Just then, a door opened. I jumped to my feet, and so did Lorraine. What should I say?
ALEXANDER I hopped in the car after several thoughts, making up my mind on what to do this time around. There was no way I would lose a good, better and at the same time best woman because of this—nonsense! I heaved a sigh and started the engine, driving out of the compound the very next moment. Into the streets of the city, I went. Although my car did not look like it had issues, I believe it did and this was none other reason than the fact that it was slow. Slower than ever. “Don't fuck me up!” I yelled, stopping my drive and heaving a sigh - catching my breath and starting all over after muttering a prayer that the moment and uncalled meeting with Alaina would go perfectly well. What if she doesn't want me any longer? What if this was the end of everything for us both? I wondered with a grimace planted on my countenance, realizing also that I had caught up with the estate that has her house built in it. Soon enough, I was at her gate. How do I get in? I wondered
ALEXANDERIt stuck to my brain. Alaina's face was red with humiliation as she turned and ran into the packhouse, disappearing from view. “Is this all you've finally become?” I snarled at my mother. Is this it?”The camera flashes were enough to blind one. It was that level of crazy! This would hit headlines and news houses in seconds.“No!” She tried to reach for me and held my hand. “You don't understand! This…is insane! That woman has bewitched you!”“Luna…” Damon called out to her. “I think it's best you go in for now. This isn't the best time to be out here, if you know what I'm saying…”“No, I don't know what you're saying!” She snapped at him. “My son is trying to gamble his life and the destiny of the entire pack away and all you are about is all I say? If this happens, it affects you too! Your sister is perfect for him. Why wouldn't he just see that?”“Take her in,” I ordered Damon. I knew what to do. I might as well fuck everything up for everyone. I didn't give a damn.Not
ALAINA“Alaina?” A voice echoed from behind us, and the familiar tone of that voice sent dread all the way to my stomach. I could feel my heart thrumming in my chest as my eyes drifted from Alexander.The Luna? I turned around slowly, and saw her standing there with obvious disapproval on her face, and scorn as she stared at me. “You're a streamer?" she spat, as if the word itself was dirty.Of course it was. To her the word was just as filthy as I was. Even the way she looked at me made me feel so small. Her hatred for me gleamed in those eyes of hers as her gaze shot from Alexander to me. “Answer me. Is everything I just heard true?”I nodded, feeling a defensive flush rise to my cheeks, “But I can explain. It's not—”“It’s not what,” she cut me off, her voice rising in indignation. "I don't care what it is, but just the fact that you're parading yourself online, and flaunting yourself for who-knows-how-many strangers to see! It's shameful. You should be ashamed of yourself, Alaina
ALAINA“Alaina?”My name had never fallen so heavily from a person's mouth and I looked up at Alexander. What the hell was he doing? There were eyes everywhere, people waiting for me to take a wrong step and my identity wound into the internet as it was all they were here for in the first place.My heart was thumping in my chest and I didn't know what to do. My hands wouldn't stop trembling and my knees buckled like they were made of jelly.I tried to free myself from his grasp but Alexander didn't have any intention to let go and I also didn't want to admit— ever— that I was Queen Of Dawn. Not to him, not this way! Not right now.Not like this. If I as much as uttered a word, my cover would be completely blown! Right now I wasn't so sure what he knew so I had to play it safe, but how? The veil was enough protection for my face, not to mention I had a mask on too.“Alaina?” He crouched a little like he wanted to peek through but I turned my face away immediately, letting out an angry
Alexander I felt a sudden jolt of restlessness overtake me as I sat there, shrinking into my seat with boredom as well as disinterest as I watched the women parade around me, and flashing flirty smiles that did nothing but irk me. I wished they would just stop already. I adjusted in my seat, trying to keep my calm and get through today as it was expected of me but even that was becoming more and more difficult by the moment. I didn't want to be here. Neither did I have any interest in any of these women here, and normally that wouldn't matter. But it did. It did. I couldn't stop the restlessness inside of me, I couldn't stop wanting to get out of this hall, and escape all these women that were nothing like her. It was upsetting. Alaina was the only thing on my mind, the only woman that had occupied all the seats in my thoughts, and I didn't have space for anyone else. I couldn’t stop thinking about her or seeing her everywhere I looked, and it was such a torment. I tried not
ALAINAI stood before the sea of cameras, a voice shouted. "Is she really Queen Of Dawn? She's a fake!”The words cut through me like a knife, making my heart skip a beat. I battled nerves, trying to shove off the feeling of being a fake. I forced a smile and waved, trying to appear confident, but my hands trembled slightly.The crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers and chants, their voices echoing off the walls. "We love you, Queen Of Dawn!" "You're our true queen!" "Queen Of Dawn, Queen Of Dawn!" “I hope the Alpha picks you!”The adoration was overwhelming, making my eyes prick with tears. I felt like I was living a lie, but the crowd's enthusiasm was infectious.But amidst the adoration, a reporter pushed forward, microphone in hand. "Queen Of Dawn, can I get a word with you?" she asked, her voice piercing above the din.The guard protecting me stepped forward, trying to block the reporter. "I'm afraid that's not possible," he growled, his eyes flashing with warning.But I inte
ALEXANDERI was no different from a statue in my own home, dressed like a mannequin by the roadside for an activity that my entire body rejected. It wasn't funny at all.The front of the mirror had been my home for longer than I can remember. It felt like the kind of hell I could taste on my tongue and it wouldn't discontinue.Even right now, I was standing before a mirror. This morning the ball was colder than usual, a stark contrast to what I would be feeling if I cared a bit about whatever the hell was going on here.Rather, I was tired of it. Way exhausted that a thousand sighs had slipped out of my mouth in just minutes. I stood in front of the mirror, my personal stylist adjusting my navy blue suit. IIt was a classic, well-fitted outfit with a subtle sheen that should have made me feel confident. Should. It did the exact opposite of that. The cufflinks, silver and detailed, were the finishing touch. Yet, I found myself distracted, barely noticing the stylist’s careful moveme