The rest of our afternoon did not pass by in much better spirits than the beginnings of this one had, and I believed that Samantha and I both carried the blame for that. After all, the chance to better the situation between the two of us was a chance that both of us had. I wouldn't take the blame for the way that things were just because she wouldn't take the blame. But then again, it was possible that there was another reason why I was feeling less than accountable for what was happening between the two of us - and obviously, it was because of what she had said. I knew that I had no real reason to be upset, especially because she had already said this to me. It was not like she was dropping a new bombshell on me, or that it was something that I didn’t know. But hearing her say it again, hearing her remind me of the fact that she did not wish to have a mate, was like taking a knife and stabbing it right into the crevices of my heart. And the worst part of it all, was the fact that sh
I wished that I could say that there was nothing else that bothered me that evening, but unfortunately, that was not the case. Not even in the most remote manners that you could think of. And as much as I wished that I could have done something to make it better, I knew that my options were limited, since the way that I was feeling was not being spurred on by myself, but instead by Elijah. And if I had to be completely honest with myself, then I would be willing to admit that I didn’t know why I was so upset, but the point of the matter was that I was. I didn’t know what it was that made today so different, but it seemed to me like Elijah had something planned - or perhaps I was only now starting to learn of the cycle that Elijah considered to be a part of his normal, everyday routine. After all, he might not need someone to clean his house every day of the week, but someone coming in once a week seemed like a completely acceptable agreement. Because that was part of what made me fee
I didn't know whether or not it had something to do with my facial expression, or if there was something else that was giving away my true feelings in regards to seeing my parents, but I could tell by the expression on my mother's face, that she was far from happy to see me. That made me feel even less optimistic about this encounter than I already was, and I was going to end up feeling even worse if this continued. And the fact that Arthur was not with them, gave me the impression that this wasn't just going to be a friendly visit in order to wish me luck for tomorrow. "Welcome. I was starting to think that you might not make it." It was Elijah who spoke, and even though he was not standing close to me, he was now much closer than he had been before. It seemed to me like he was slowly starting to make his way to the door, but I didn't understand why it was taking him so long. As far as I was concerned, he should have been here to open the door for them. And maybe he should have tol
I sat in my room, feeling the weight of every minute tick by as if I was carrying it on my shoulders. Elijah had practically disclosed to me what it was that they were discussing down there, but that did not make it any easier for me to be up here. On the contrary, it seemed to make it even harder, because now I didn’t know what was being said. I didn’t know who was speaking in my favour and who was not. I didn’t think that I would be this bothered and disturbed by it, but it seemed like I was still capable of surprising myself. It wouldn’t have been even remotely as bad as this of Arthur had been down there, because I knew that he wouldn’t have dared to spare a moment before he would tell me everything that they had discussed behind my back. The more that I thought about it, the more I was forced to acknowledge the fact that that might have been the exact reason why he hadn’t come with to start with. “Excuse me, Alpha Elijah requests your presence downstairs.” I was somewhat start
For all the confidence that I had had the moment that the Omega had come to call me, it slowly started to dissipate as I made my way down the staircase. On the contrary, I was starting to feel rather apprehensive about going to them. What were they going to say? If they were even going to say anything in the first place. But even though I was thinking as logically as I could about what was going on, I knew, without a doubt, that I would not stop feeling the way that I was feeling until everything started. And even then, it would be dependent on what route the conversation took. I didn’t know whether or not I had been walking to slowly down the staircase, or even if I had hesitated for a moment, because the Omega cleared her throat from behind me, urging me to keep going. I might not have been in any rush to get downstairs, but she definitely did not have any problem with being there. I should have waited for her to walk first. That way, I wouldn’t have had to deal with her rushing me
I would be lying if I claimed to know why Samantha was acting in the way that she was, but if I had to take a guess, I would say that it had something to do with the fact that her father was here. I knew that it was too soon for me to just make a decision like this, but it was something that I simply couldn’t help. And the fact that I was somehow managing to keep myself from directly asking Samantha what was going on, was a miracle in itself. I knew that I possessed more self-control than those around me but it was only in instances such as this one where I was actually reminded of it. “Samantha-““I think it would be best if we did not get ahead of ourselves here. After all, none of us came here to fight. We came here with the intention of placing Samantha and that is what we’re going to do.” It was harder for me to cut off Luke than I had thought it would be, for he seemed to be as determined to speak as I was. But luckily, he did not need to be reminded of my title as he had so e
I knew that I needed to thread very carefully, that I needed to be careful when I spoke. At the rate things were going, I could tell that Samantha was determined to get me to tell her what it was that had forced me to make this decision. But that was where the problem came in - no one had forced me to do this. It was a decision that I had made on my own, and I had simply gotten her father to agree to it. I knew that the right thing to do, would be to tell her that, but something told me that taking the sole blame for this was not going to help me at all. It might’ve been the cowards way out, but my Beta and I would have to share the blame for us - and essentially, the consequences thereof as well. “Samantha. It does not matter what it was that made us come to this decision. The point is that we have decided that this is what is best for you. You might not be able to see our reasoning behind us, and that is fine. But it is not going to make us change our minds.” I had to admit that I
I sat down again, realising that this was not going to be an argument that I would easily be able to win. I had already done what I could, and I had literally gotten nowhere. But even though I was able to acknowledge this factor, I knew that there was absolutely nothing that I could do in terms of making myself feel better. I still felt like I could take each of them on, but I also knew that that would not help my case. I was trying to get them to make a decision in my favour, and maybe I was doing it the wrong way. But regardless of that, the point of the matter remained that I had already done what I had done and said what I had said. The chance that I would be able to redeem myself right now, was practically slim to none, and I was perfectly fine with those odds. After all, it was not like I had intended to redeem myself at all. I wanted them to know what I had meant everything that I had said, and I would mean it even if they were to change their minds. I stared down at the plat