That single moment that Jake threw me away it's like a thousand years stretched out, even though we're not actually mated by the moon goddess ever since I was 16 he was the only man I ever picture spending the rest of my life with…to have pups with.
Now that things had suddenly come out he will not hesitate to reject me in front of everyone.
Shock gripped me so tightly that I was not even able to get up from the floor, but there was even more misfortune that was coming my way.
Jake turned to his father and said.
"Father, we cannot end our wonderful relationship with the Greysons because of one mistake…"
He just casually called me a mistake and my parents agreed, nodding as I looked at all of them with my jaw to the floor.
Before the Alpha could even get the chance to respond he kept on speaking;"... And I'm sure that you feel sorry for your Beta his mate they definitely did not ask to be crossed with this one…"
It was almost as if I wasn't even in the room at all, at this point even the AC had more significance than me right now.
The Alpha seemed reculent at his son's words and then said.
"So what are you suggesting?"
"That we still join the two families together…"
I began to recall the scene of him pushing me a moment ago and wondered if I had imagined how he could talk about going on with the marriage after doing that he was sending too many confused signals.
How the signals stopped being confusing as he kept on speaking.
"They have another daughter, why don't I just get married to her instead and save some of their name?"
"Becky?"the Luna said surprised while he was smiling from ear-to-ear as he talked about her.
"Yes, her…she is smart, beautiful and will make a perfect Luna…"
He looked at his father expectantly and the Alpha pondered in his words while my parents literally held their breaths.
Then he stood and spoke.
"Fine, you will be betrothed to her until she shifts then we will be sure that she is not cursed like somebody else,"
My parents were totally overjoyed and thanked Alpha profusely.
As for me…I just didn't know how to feel.
Everything was happening so fast, it was like a dream, no rather…it was a nightmare.
I began to wonder if I should have taken the offer of the Alpha King.
After my sister Becky was chosen to be the new betrothed of the man that I loved, the first thing that she did was come and console me in my room.
"It's okay…" I lied right through my teeth.
"You don't have any choice father and mother will make sure that you marry him to regain their honor..I have no right to be sad,
Even as I was saying this a waterfall of tears was running down my eyes as she held me.
I was relieved to see my sister was finally being treated as a part of the family but it pains me that I had to be treated like trash because the very day after we came from the Alphas house my mother said that we had to expand Becky's room.
So obviously I asked where I was going to sleep if the room that I was already sleeping in was going to be demolished to make more space for Becky.
A few moments later I was promptly escorted to the basement with my mother hovering behind me waiting for me to make a single complaint so she could slap me over my head.
"Well? Do you have any problems sleeping here?"
Bottling back my tears I turned around and shook my head.
"No, mother…"
"Good, this is where you will sleep and have your meals…I don't want my precious daughter to see your cursed face when she's eating…"
"Yes, mother."
The moment she left I crumbled to the dusty floor, somehow everything had been taken away from me and I had been reduced to nothing.
Why wouldn't this nightmare end?
But there was still more in store for me, just when I was painfully swallowing my new reality like a bitter pill something else happened.
My sister Becky fell sick.
The pack doctors could not find anything wrong with her, but yet she got leaner and more sickly everyday.
I was busy being so worried for my sister that I didn't notice the eyes that were coming over to me and the fingers that were already pointing in my direction until one night my father suddenly came down to the basement.
His heavy steps woke me up and before I could even ask what was wrong he began to whip me with his thick leather belt, I bolted from the pancake sized bed that I was sleeping on with screams.
When he finally passed I could feel blood dripping down from different places on my body and he was holding the belt above his head with sweat dripping down.
"Confess…" he said and I looked at him with confusion and he held the bet even tighter.
"Confess wha-"
"What did you do to my daughter to make her sick?"
I gulped.
"Father…I did nothing…"
He looked down at me.
"So you won't confess now?!"
And then he kept flogging me till I passed out. When I woke up we were in the woods, then I heard my father digging a hole and my mother next to him.
"I can't believe you killed her," she sobbed. I thought she actually cared about me again now that she assumed I was dea-
"What if Becky doesn't get better?"
Oh, she wasn't.
I couldn't move a finger, or speak…was I really going to be buried like this?
The pain from the flogging made my throat choke up and my body weak. Soon my father came and started dragging me to the hole.
I wanted to scream but no words escaped my mouth, just then he heard a deep growl and then immediately dropped my leg.
"It must be rogues!" He grabbed my mother's hand and took her away, leaving me there and then I thought about those blue eyes that didn't judge me.
Just then before I succumbed to unconscious, I felt someone's hand around my waist lifting me up as he said.
"Were you thinking about me, little one?"
"
I opened my eyes slowly, unsure where I was or what I was doing there exactly. The room was brightly lit, and there was a woman at the foot of the bed seemingly arranging something in a little blue box. My sensitive nose picked up the scent of disinfectant immediately, and it nauseated me. "Where am I?" I croaked, surprised at my voice and wondering if the curse that changed my hair and turned me into an outcast overnight, had also managed to turn me completely into a toad with a croaky voice to match. "Oh, you are finally awake!" The young woman squealed when she saw that my eyes were open, eliciting a weird stare from me because how could anyone be so happy that I opened my eyes, when I wished that I would never ever open them up or be alive again. She ran out of the room apparently to go get the doctor or something. While she was away, I managed to sit up on the firm clean mattress, and sit weakly, looking at my body and feeling tears well up in my eyes again. How could my fa
My heart was broken, but the blue eyes propped me up and kept me. It was easier to make a decision finally. "Oh… You look better than when I picked you up beside the shallow grave that was to house your cursed body." The Rogue King said, getting on my nerves for the umpteenth time. "How do you really intend to monetize me? Are you still thinking about my parents?" I asked, ready to play throw-and-go-find with a racket with him like lawn tennis. "Oh… You really think that I am counting on your parents?" The Rogue King Ethan laughed loudly, and his goons laughed along with him and stopped immediately he stopped. "I find this choreography really quite adorable, but you have no idea just how useless I actually am to you." I said, standing my ground, and flipping my silver hair. "You might not be aware, but somebody even more powerful than the Greysons is interested in your cute cursed self. I mean, I don't know what anyone would want with that silver mess on your head, but all I w
I was surprised when the nurse woke me up. She was always very kind to me, but kept her distance at the same time. I was still cursed after all, and an abomination to wolves everywhere in the world. I was surprised by the fact that she was removing me from the drip that I was still on, and bandaging up the parts of my body that needed to be covered. I laid there quietly and let her do what she was doing even though I did not understand anything. The doctor had told me just last night that I was going to be discharged after three more days of careful observation, so to have her suddenly remove me from the drip and everything else was a surprise to me. But I trusted the hospital, soI just trusted the process. "Please get dressed, Miss." She said politely, handing me some clothes. I stared at her in shock, not reaching out for the clothes, so she left them on the chair in the room. Before I could find my voice enough to form a coherent sentence, she had picked up her equipment and hu
Ethan wanted me in his home, but why? Why didn't he say something sooner? Who was my "buyer", and why was I with Ethan, and not with my saviour? He continued anyway, "We've been trying to get you released for quite some time, but your ransome payer refuses to follow all my instructions. He keeps thinking that he can just play me and get you from my grasp without paying." He chuckled as he lit his cigar, and his tone and demeanour scared me more than being chased by him and his wolves back in the woods. "Can I…" I stuttered, and took three deep breaths before continuing. "Can I ask why we are in your house?" I sounded dumb even to myself. He stopped smoking for a while and left his cigar suspended mid air between his index and thumb. "Were you deaf to what I just said?" He yelled furiously. "My way or no other way!" He stated with a note of finality. Why hadn't the person just listened to him? Why had they not just followed his instructions knowing very well how extreme and dang
When I got to the study, there he was, sitting behind his desk, sipping tea, with a stack of papers and documents in front of him, writing notes in his big notebook that was laid down flat on the top of the stack."How do I deserve this?" I asked desperately, setting my emotions free, stopping myself from running into his arms. Absence indeed had made my heart grow fonder. Ethan looked up at me with soulful eyes and a look that I remember from when he had taken me from the hospital. He stood up slowly, and walked even slower over to where I stood at the door. By the time he stood directly in front of me so that I had to look up at his tall frame to see his face, I was panting from exhaustion. "How have you been, little one?" The Rogue King asked kindly, and I felt a sudden and inexplicable urge to slap him hard across the face. I was his prisoner, not his love interest, so why was he looking down at my lips like that. I backed away from him. I noticed the look of hurt or something
The Alpha King was becoming unbearably restless with each passing day. He could not understand why the Rogue King had to be the one denying him access to the one person he wanted to act life with. He was angry and outraged by the constant space between himself and Clara. After having spent long arduous months searching for someone that was good enough to be presented to his mother, and spending a night watching the same person go from celebrity to outcast, he felt like he really deserved a chance to solve his own problems and by extension, hers as well. She needed a home, and he needed a wife - so both of them were good to go. But Ethan! Information eventually reached the Alpha King on the whereabouts of Clara. He had to pay a private investigator just to get the job done for him. Owing to the fact that it was a super secret mission because no one else was to know that Clara was just to be a contract wife for thirty days, he could not involve his army of wolves. And as such, he had
The thought of being completely obliterated from the life and mind of my sister filled my chest with an immense sadness; one so intense that I began crying silently. This emptiness inside of me had never left me since the unfortunate night of my inability to shift. It clutched onto my soul desperately like a starving vampire and kept haunting me even in my dreams. I dreamt almost every night, of Jake denouncing me simply because I could not shift, and because my hair was now silver. The loneliness had gotten so bad and so painful since then, that I feared that it would consume my entire being if I did not find something to occupy my mind. The pain I felt inside my heart grew worse with every passing second. I felt like an outsider, a stranger in the world, completely cut off from everyone who ever knew me. I could no longer remember the last time that anyone had said my name, or even asked me how I felt, if I felt anything at all. All that I could think of was my father, a man who
I stood up from the floor slowly, rising like in the legend of the phoenix, wiping the tears angrily from my face. I went into the bathroom, and peed, then I stood in front of the wide mirror, washing my face at the sink and patting my face dry with the unbelievably soft face towel. I step back into the room, and into the closet. I select a pair of black shorts and a large T-shirt and comb out my silver hair, making it glossy and shiny. While I am stuck with the hair, I might as well wear the fuck out of it because crying was not going to change anything for me. I decided that I was better off taking advantage of the chaos and trying once again, to escape from the Rogue King's beautiful hell hole. I threw a few things into a small bag, put on some comfortable waterproof sneakers, a black hoodie and thigh-high thick socks. I was ready. I stepped out of the room to find that the men were gone, and I smiled because it made my plan easier to execute. I could hear grunting sounds like f
I nodded, feeling grateful for her words. "I know, but I just don't know what to do. I feel so trapped."Becky leaned in, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're not trapped, sis. You always have options, even if they're not immediately clear. And remember, the only way to move forward is one step at a time."I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity wash over me. "You're right. I need to take things one step at a time. And right now, that means figuring out how to make things better for myself."Becky smiled, her eyes filled with pride. "That's the spirit. We'll figure it out together. And if you need to stay here for a while, that's perfectly fine. You're always welcome here."I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Becky. I don't know what I would do without you."We spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, and reminiscing about old times. And as the sun began to set, I felt a sense of hope, of optimism for the future. I knew that I still had a long road ahead of
As I continued on my way, I realized that this was one of the most fulfilling experiences I had had in a long time. Helping to bring people together and create a sense of unity was truly rewarding.But my work was not yet done. There were still external threats to the castle, and we needed to be prepared for anything that might come our way.One day, as I was walking through the castle, I heard the sound of horns in the distance. I immediately ran to the walls to see what was happening.In the distance, I could see a group of raiders approaching the castle, their banners waving in the wind. The guards on the walls were scrambling to prepare for the attack.I knew that we had to act quickly. I raced to the queen's chambers to inform her of the impending attack. She quickly assembled her advisors and knights, and we began to prepare for the defense of the castle.The knights were ready and eager for battle, and the peasants were doing their part as well. They had been trained in basic c
I'm thinking of leaving Xavier again."I said at the nail salon with Mila and Ellen, and they looked over at me with pity in their eyes." Don't look at me like I said I'll drink acid, girls!" I said, and they blinked."The Irene problem, huh?" Mila asked, and I nodded sadly."I don't want to resort to making her life miserable," I replied. "But I just can't take it anymore. She's always making snide remarks and trying to one-up me. And don't even get me started on the baby. It's like Xavier has completely forgotten about me and everything we had."Mila and Ellen exchanged a knowing glance. "Look, we get it," Ellen said. "But have you considered giving Xavier another chance? Maybe he just needs some time to come around and realize how much he's hurting you.""I've given him plenty of chances," I retorted. "But it's like he doesn't care. And as for Irene, I don't
Attus put a comforting arm around me. "I'm sorry you've been going through all of that," he said. "But you're not alone. I'm here for you, and so are your friends and family."I leaned into him, feeling grateful for his support. "I know," I said. "But sometimes it feels like that's not enough. I feel like I'm trapped here, with no escape."Attus was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. Then he spoke."I know we can't change everything that's going on in the castle," he said. "But we can try to make things better, in our own small way. We can spend more time together, and with our friends. We can support each other, and be there for each other."I looked up at him, feeling hopeful for the first time in a while. "You're right," I said. "We can do that. And maybe, in time, things will get better."Attus smiled at me, his brown eyes warm and reassuring. "I believe they will," he said. "We just have to take things one day at a time, and be there for each other along the way."I nodded, fee
Months flew past like seconds and one night, Irene's loud screams woke the entire castle. She was in labour. Withy how dramatic she was, hse made life a living hell even for the Alpha King who'd had two children with me and never had to suffer so much with me. "I am dying!" She screamed, scratching, punching and kicking everyone and everything in her way. The midwife and nurses quickly arrived at Irene's chambers, trying their best to calm her down and carry her to the delivery room. It was a difficult task, as Irene continued to thrash around, screaming and cursing everyone in sight.Finally, they managed to get her to the delivery room, where she was immediately immersed in a large basin of warm water. Irene had insisted on a water birth, as she claimed it was the most natural and pain-free way to give birth. But as the contractions intensified, she began to regret her decision.The midwife and nurses did their best to support her through the labor, but it soon became clear that th
Irene sneered down at the little girl. "I don't care what you meant. Just stay out of my way from now on, or you'll regret it."Luna ran off, sobbing uncontrollably, and Orion soon found her and asked her what had happened. When Luna told him, he became upset and ran off to find me. When he found me, he told me what had happened and I immediately went to find Irene."Irene, we need to talk," I said firmly, my eyes blazing with anger."What do you want?" Irene snapped, her hand resting protectively on her pregnant belly."I want to know why you slapped my daughter," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm."She got in my way, and I warned her to stay out of it," Irene replied, her voice dripping with disdain."That's not an excuse to hit a child," I said, my voice rising. "You could have hurt her. She's just a little girl.""She should know better than to get in my way," Irene said coldly. "I don't have time for her childish games.""She's just a child!" I exclaimed, my anger getting t
"I'm sorry," I said again, my voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you both so much."Luna and Orion clung to me tightly, their tears soaking my hospital gown. I could feel the warmth of their bodies, the beating of their hearts, and I knew that I never wanted to lose them again.As we sat there, huddled together in my hospital bed, I realized just how much I had to be grateful for. Despite my struggles, I still had the love and support of my children, my family, and my friends. And as I looked at Luna and Orion's tear-streaked faces, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make things right."I promise to do better," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I promise to fight my addiction and be the best mother I can be."Luna looked up at me, her eyes wide with hope. "You mean it, Mommy?""I do," I replied firmly. "I'm going to get better for you and your brother. I want to be here for all the good moments, to watch you grow up and become the amazing people I kn
I lay in the hospital bed, feeling alone and ashamed, and I knew that I had to face my husband and own up to my mistakes. I couldn't continue to hide from him, couldn't continue to avoid the consequences of my actions.As he walked into the room, I could see the anger in his eyes, the disappointment etched on his face. He stood beside my bed, his arms crossed over his chest, and I knew that I was in for a stern lecture.He spoke to me in a voice that was both stern and compassionate, reminding me of my responsibilities as his wife and as the Queen of our kingdom. He told me that my actions had consequences, not just for myself but for our entire kingdom, and that I needed to take responsibility for my mistakes.I listened to his words, feeling the weight of his disappointment bearing down on me. I knew that I had let him down, that I had failed in my duties as his wife and as a leader in our kingdom.But even as he spoke, I could see the love and concern in his eyes, and I knew that h
As I awaken in the hospital room, I am greeted by the sight of white walls and fluorescent lights. The room was small, with a single bed in the center, and medical equipment scattered throughout the space. I felt groggy, my head aching, and my stomach churning. The events leading up to my hospitalization were hazy, but a dull ache in my chest reminded me of the intense emotions that I was experiencing.As I looked around the room, my eyes caught a glimpse of the ashtray sitting on the bedside table. I reached out and picked up the ashtray, examining the contents. It was filled with cigarette butts, and the stench of smoke filled the air. I realized that I must have smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, one after the other, in an attempt to drown out my thoughts and emotions.I remembered taking swigs from a bottle of vodka, the warmth of the liquid filling my stomach as the alcohol took effect. I felt numb and detached from my surroundings, lost in a sea of self-pity and despair.Tears