EVANGELINE.
How could I be so stupid? How could I let myself believe he could truly love me? I felt foolish, I am what everyone says, what Celia said. I am a nobody, and I will never be anything to Sinclair other than someone to fill his bed on request.I take a step back from him, needing some distance so I can think clearly. “B-but do you mean as yours, on the side?” I whisper.
His gaze softens, and he sighs, stepping closer and grabbing me by my waist, he pulls me close.
“Of course. I care for you, but we both know you can't be a Luna, or even bear pups. So, you should consider yourself lucky that I will still keep you. No one else will want you, but I still do.” He says softly. “I’m sorry if I scared you tonight, Evangeline, I just… you look beautiful. You’re my little omega.”
His words stung, and somehow, I feel like the man I admired was vanishing, but then why is his gaze so soft?
Maybe I am overreacting…
Deep down I don't believe that though, I am hurt.
The sound of footsteps approaching came, and Sinclair's eyes flash with irritation before he steps away from me. I, on the other hand, feel relief wash over me as Grandmother Philomena comes into view.
“Ah there you are, Evangeline! Come, I have a gift for you.” Her eyes flicker between us both before she motions at me to hurry, and for the first time in my life, I am thankful to get away from Sinclair.
I follow Grandmother Philomena not even realising I am shaking slightly. I had imagined my first kiss a thousand times, but it wasn’t how I had expected it…I never imagined it to be filled with so much torment. How I had dreamed of kissing Sinclair a thousand times, yet now that I had, it hurt worse than the wishful thinking. For so long I wanted him and thought he would love me, I was naive as he doesn't love me. He loves the idea of me as his side whore and nothing more because I am an Omega… an object for him to use when he couldn’t be bothered to pleasure himself, right?
His apology niggled at my mind and the urge to run to my room filled me.
“Step up!” Grandmother Philomena says curtly.
“Yes, Grandmother Philomena!”
I hurry after her brisk stride until we end up in the room, where I heard her and Alpha Aeron talking in.
“Right so the gift is, tomorrow evening there is a ball at the Alpha of Alphas castle, and of course, we are invited. I actually think it would be befitting for you to come, too.”
My stomach sinks, so soon, they are getting rid of me so soon. I wouldn’t even be graced with a chance to say goodbye to the only home I have known. If it was not for the conversation earlier, I wouldn’t have been worried… but taking me to a ball on a full moon where all werewolves are more restless and hungrier… I know it is how they are planning to rid me of the pack.
“Grandmother, wi-will it be ok if I come? I mean, I'm just an Omega?”
“You will be fine, you will come as my assistant, and you are easy on the eyes. No one will mind. I will have your clothes sent to you, I expect you to be ready at nine in the evening, sharp!” She says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
“Yes ma’am,” I reply, lowering my head to her.
“Now off you go, enjoy the party, I shall head to bed.”
I turn, and pause, a part of me wants to ask her what will happen to me now that I am a wolfless Omega, but I can't gather the courage, and instead leave the room and bid her goodnight…
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The following day I woke up exhausted, I hadn't slept well, and had tossed and turned all night spending most of the night watching the shadows cast on the roof from my open curtains. I don't know how I will face Sinclair after that, will he be angry at me for doing what I did? He has always been so good to me…I sit up, clutching the duvet to my chest. My bedroom is on the far end of the house, and with no direct sunlight it is one of the chillier rooms of the manor. Now I wonder if I was placed over here intentionally, so as not to disturb the future Alpha.
Knowing I can't stay in bed, I decide to spend the day cleaning after last night's party. What better way to avoid Sinclair than this?
Hours pass, but I don't stop, making sure I clean every window in the mansion aside from Sinclair’s and the Alpha’s room. I was finally finishing the attic window, when my gaze falls on Sinclair, who is in the training grounds behind the Manor gardens. He is shirtless as he trained with one of the warriors.
I watch him, my heart squeezing at what happened last night, and I sigh softly, slowly getting down from the stool I used to reach the skylight window. I sit down on the stool and drop the cloth into the bucket, gazing around the attic.
Boxes are piled to the side, as well as some crates and suitcases of things that were never used.
I am going to have to face him at some point.
“EVANGELINE!”
I flinch at Grandmother Philomena’s voice, and I quickly grab my bucket and cloths and rush from the room.
“Y-Yes?!” I call, hurrying down the steps, flinching when I stub my toe on the corner of the wall. Pain shoots through my toe and foot, and I barely hold back the curse I want to let fly from my lips.
I hurry around the corner, my feet padding on the wooden floor, before I came to a skidding halt when I see her climbing the stairs and heading toward me. I slow my pace, wary after last night.
“There you are,” She tutted, as she looks over at me with disapproval. I try to flatten out my clothes, wiping the dust, not wanting her to be disappointed in my messy state.
Her frown deepens as she looks at my bare feet and my hair, which I knew must have cobwebs in them from the attic. I awkwardly shift my weight from foot to foot, while her lips purse, her disappointment clear.
“Go shower, I have called a beautician to fix you up… You know Evangeline, I have invested a lot of time into your upbringing. You may be an Omega, but you have had the upbringing of a lady, do well to remember that. I don’t want you to disappoint me tonight.” I drop my gaze, feeling her words cut deeper than usual, they sting as she scolds me like I am a naughty child.
“Yes, Grandmother.” I reply, clutching my bucket tightly.
She sighs as she comes over and slaps my shoulder.
“What did I say about slouching?”
“S-Sorry!” I stood up straight, sticking my chin out, fixing my posture and squaring my shoulders.
She nods toward my room. “Better. Now go.”
I hastily rush off, unable to stand her judgy eyes - wanting to escape. Grandmother Philomena has never been so snappy with me, I wonder if her worries are getting the better of her? Or is it that I am a disappointment, and she was now truly seeing me, seeing an Omega, and not the girl she raised as her granddaughter?
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Three hours had passed and I was ready for the ball in a black gown. Despite everything seeming to be normal, I felt uneasy. Why do I feel like something big was going to happen tonight? The ball is in full swing when we arrived at the castle of the Alpha of Alphas. My heart is in my mouth when I set sight on that dark stone castle. Even with the lights and the music, it still holds an ominous feeling. Like a predator trying to lure its prey…. “Evangeline. Focus.” Grandmother Philomena hisses, swatting my wrist. I blink and put a small smile on my face as we walk through the entrance. Yet the more I see of this castle and the people here, the more out of place I feel. “Alpha Aeron, Lady Philomena, Alpha Sinclair, welcome.” The Supreme Alphas Gamma says, bowing his head to the three. “Hello, Wallace.” Grandmother Philomena replies. “I have brought… a guest with me.” She motioned to me and the Gamma looks at me curiously, his eyes instantly trailing over me. “Ah… of course.” He
EVANGELINE. “Evangeline!” Grandmother Philomena hisses, as she stomps my foot, yanking me from my thoughts. I blink, and stare at her for a second, before I look around the room fearfully, and at the broad back of Zedkiel Vilkas. No one talks to him, each one lowers their heads to him as he passes by, he doesn't even bother paying respect to his father. He takes a glass of alcohol from a tray as he passes, downing it in one gulp. “Did you forget your manners, child!” Grandmother mutters, her grip on my arm painfully tight, bringing tears to my eyes as she digs her nails in. “Y-you’re… it hurts.” I whimper. Her hard gaze is filled with obvious irritation before she lets go. I resist the urge to rub my arm. “I’m sorry. I just…” I give up trying to explain through the stutter I seemed to develop. I can't express how, or what he makes me feel, it would be an insult to the royal family and everyone nearby would hear it if I told her here. “No excuses. Are you trying to embarrass us?”
EVANGELINE. “Prince Zedkiel.” I turn when grandmother Philomena steps forward. No grandmother! He might hurt her too! I quickly get up, wanting to pull her away. He needs someone strong to save him, not her! “G-grandmo-” She raises her hand, her eyes flashing as she looks at me warningly. “Enough.” She growls at me, a noise I had never heard her make towards me before. I felt a pang of hurt but say nothing, she is disappointed in me… I have messed up again. “Prince Zedkiel, if I may?” Grandmother Philomena speaks clearly, no ounce of fear in her voice or even a stutter. Zedkiel stops in his tracks. “My grandson has foolishly insulted you, and on his behalf I apologise to you.” She says clearly. He turns to her and raises one of his brows. “And how will one apology fix his insult?” Insult? What did Sinclair do? “Not an apology… a compensation.” Grandmother continues as I pray someone comes to her side, I don’t want Zedkiel to hurt her. “A prized possession of the Welhave
EVANGELINE. Three hours have passed, and I am lost. I don’t know where I am and without my phone, I have nothing to guide me, they will know I am missing by now. Will someone come after me? Tears burn at the thought of the monster I was given to. Like I was nothing more than a piece of property. I won’t go, I won’t let him take me. Betrayal washes through me; how can they do this to me? My knuckles are white, my nails digging into my hand, threatening to break through my tender skin as I grip the steering wheel with all my might. My hands are clammy and a bead of sweat rolls down the back of my neck as fear perfumes from my pores while I try to navigate the roads. Rain batters down on the windshield, making visibility extremely difficult, and I am straining to see past the hood of the car. The wipers are moving as fast as they can, but it does nothing to help see the road ahead. “Please come on…” I whisper, peering out at the darkness. The road is narrow, winding around the bend
ZEDKIEL. I gazed down at the woman who had tried to disobey me… "What’s wrong with her?" I asked the healer coldly, as he finished tending to her as she lay in my bed, "She needs time to heal, that's all, my prince." She had actually tried to escape me, yet she was foolish to think she could. A naïve fool, one I should have killed by now for her disobedience… but somehow, I hadn’t. Not yet anyway… She was pleasing to the eye, as an omega should be… From the curves of her body to those eyes full of an innocence I wished to destroy, but there was something else that set her apart from all I had seen before… I ran my knuckles down her smooth cheek, the dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks only adding to her allure. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted her begging for my cock. This feeling… When I had touched her out there, I had felt it, almost as if something were pulling me to her, and her scent only made my sense of smell heightened. A fool might question if it was perhaps t
ZEDKIEL. Her eyes widened with horror as she shook her head, her heart pounding violently. "Please no! I'm sorry! I won’t run, don’t h-hurt th-them!" She seemed to care far more for those who discarded her than they had for her. I was done with this conversation. Turning away, I stormed out of the room and headed out of my quarters for a little air that was not clouded with her scent. Her rejection was only adding to the burning furnace within me. The truth was, there was something about her that intrigued me from the moment she was unable to look away from me, unlike everyone there at the ball she didn’t even lower her head in respect. But her eyes had held fear just like the rest of them. Fools. I walked through the dark stone walls of the castle, my footsteps echoing in the silence. Sinclair Welhaven… His arrogance from dinner flashed through my mind, making my anger only rise. I wouldn’t mind tearing him to shreds for his disrespect. (FLASHBACK – EARLIER AT DINNER) "It’s a
EVANGELINE. Two nights had passed, and I was in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I struggled and managed to turn over, at other times I wasn’t even able to open my eyes. I was alone and there was no one to help me, and I had to crawl to the bathroom when I needed to go. I was exhausted, mentally, and physically, yet I was constantly under his cold gaze. The window was locked, and although I didn’t try it, I saw the man who had come to bolt it shut. I remained in the prince’s bed, and I was relieved that not once did he sleep in it. I'm sure I was far too dirty and disgusting for him to want to be near. Perhaps without the pretty dress and makeup, he would no longer be interested in me. I could only pray for that… It was now the third night that had gone by, and I was finally able to walk to and from the bathroom. I didn’t belong here, it was far too luxurious, and I would prefer to be in the Omega quarters regardless. Luckily, the prince was gone since last night. I had just sho
EVANGELINE. He turned away from me and strode to the door. "Put some clothes on, your body is for my eyes only." He snarled, making me jump. His? The thought alone terrified me. I felt naked under his burning gaze. "I-I don’t have any c-clothes…" "Take something from the wardrobe." He growled before storming out of the bathroom. "Yes, Alpha Prince," I replied, placing the cloth down and washing my hands quickly before I rushed from the room. He was already at the wardrobe and threw a shirt and sweatpants at me. "Thank you…" "Change." He commanded, crossing his arms. Was he planning to watch me? it seemed like it… luckily it wasn’t hard to get dressed like this. I quickly pulled the shirt over my head, flinching as pain rushed through my arm and back. I took a steady breath and put on the sweatpants, they were big, but I happily pulled them up to my waist and rolled them up. Only then did I remove my towel and place it to the side. His frown deepened and I tried not to show my fe