Chapter Four: Am I dreaming or living a nightmare?

There were so many things I expected when I finally regained consciousness When my body betrayed me by coming awake.

The sexy stranger and I being tied up before a number of stern-looking alphas, Mac staring at me with the same nonchalant expression and now maybe more of hatred and disappointment? Father’s voice and eminent disappointment grounding me and expressing how foolish my decisions were, my sisters staring at me with pity and disdain and whoever read out my punishment according to the law, Amanda looking at me with a look that screamed betrayal and how could you? Mr. Ashen banning me from his estate and declaring that I was unfit for the position of Luna and I was forbidden from ever setting my eyes on his son. the ‘i told you’ look on the butler's stern face.

But of all the things I imagined, never in a million years and lifetimes could I have imagined that I would wake up in my own room and on my own bed.

That I would find myself in my room, on my bed with my jeans and sweatshirt as the only evidence that last night happened at all. If I wasn't wearing them, I would have ruled it for a very realistic dream, but I know it was real so what the hell happened? I blinked five times, expecting to wake up to the reality I know and expect and preparing myself for the harshness of it, but when I opened my eyes, I could still see my wardrobe in disarray and the blinding light from the window streaming in. I shook my head. It made no sense.

There was no way this was possible. Was it all a dream? No no, it couldn't be, if not why on earth would I wear jeans to sleep?.

I came down from the bed staring at Amanda suspiciously. She was still asleep.

Did she sneak me out? How would she even manage that? Did father bring me home? If he did I was so sure I wouldn't be here right now.

I started to undress and Just as I tried to pull the hoodie over my head, Amanda's eyes fluttered open, she stared at me, the leftover sleep in her eyes dancing away then she yawned, already exhausted, placing her head back on the bed. I abandoned the will to undress and made to leave the room when I heard her accusatory voice.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” shit. I froze. Did she really not know anything about what happened last night?

It was unlike her to lie or pretend so I knew that she must have no idea at all. It was even crazier. What was happening? I wanted to say that I had completely forgotten to take off the jeans and change into my nightwear last night but we had done our night routine together, which meant we changed together too, I blinked, searching, my brain for more excuses to say before finally coming up one

“I'm going for a run, I need to keep my body active and all’ I need time away anyway. I desperately needed time to understand everything that had happened to me within the course of 24 hours.

She stared at me suspiciously for a while before finally giving in to the sleep in her eyes and dismissing me with a wave of her hand. I dashed out of the room, grateful for sleep.

Gisselle, my older sister was already in the kitchen and I could tell by the aroma of food filling the whole house, all my sisters hung around the house a lot, other than pack meetings they always wanted to be around.

They loved being married to their mates and they were happy, but you could tell that they secretly wished we could afford an estate so we could all live together as one pack and one family. If only such a tragedy didn't happen many years ago. Sigh.

She cleared her throat, letting me know she was aware of my presence outside the kitchen door and I slowly walked into the kitchen.

I was suspicious, Why were they all acting normal? My family was not one to avoid confrontations, especially on matters big like this. Could this mean they really had no idea? I braved up and walked into the kitchen. I was struck again by my sister's beauty.

Gisselle has always been so breathtaking. She inherited our mother's stature and blonde wavy hair. Not only was she curvy, she was also tall and with an angel's smile. It was hard for anyone not to fall for her; she had a lot of flings before her mate came along because men could not keep their eyes off her and she got tired of warding of rich and attractive men. I was young but I observed very closely from a little age.

Whenever people spoke of my mother being beautiful, even though I had no image,l I imagined the faces of Gisselle and Gwen, the first and second child of my parents, they were as elegant as the sky and they knew it, they took the blonde and very curvy features of my mom and maybe that is why they bonded more and were closer to each other than the rest of us.

Whereas Amanda and I took our father's straight brown hair and brown eyes, it is safe to say we were closer in looks because of our boring features and slender tiny curves. They were also both married to their mates and in love with them.

My dream life.

She pulled me into a hug and of course, she smelled like flowers, I breathed her in, enjoying the smell of he and pulling away to beam brightly at her as I spoke, trying not to look as guilty as I felt.

“I'm going for a run but what you're cooking smells amazing. Please, can you keep some for me?” I knew Amanda wasn't going to drop the run idea so easily, so I had no choice.

“A run? This is new. Who are you and what have you done to my Fiona?”

She smiled warmly, referring to me as she always did, like a child, utterly oblivious to the fact that I am almost 18. I hated it, but it had its perks too.

“Of course, I'll keep a large plate for you.” I looked at her lastly, searching her face for any sign of pretence, I didn't see any.

I smiled cheekily then dashed out of the door they didn't know, If they did I wouldn't be here and things wouldn't be this good. It was crazy and daunting.

What the hell is going on?