A month passed with me hunting for information within the palace and occasionally helping in the kitchen. Matini and I Became good friends, and I would spend hours in the kitchen learning to cook new meals or teaching her delicacies from my home pack.I have also started to see a different side of Alpha Drake. At first, he seemed cold and unapproachable, but as I spent more time in the palace, helping in the kitchen and observing him from a distance, I began to understand why he was the way he was.“What were you expecting? You think he would just let you fall and die on the stairs?” Matini was speaking. It had been a month since I came to Drake’s pack. Matina had made it her mission to tell me all about Alpha Drake’s good side. Today was no different. After I recounted how Alpha Drake saved me from almost killing myself the day I first came to the kitchen, she wouldn’t stop teasing me.“I mean, I do not think he really likes you, but I do not think he wants you dead,” Matina said w
I realized with horror that he was profoundly drunk. “Alpha Drake?” I called out carefully. “You are in the wrong room.”“That’s what makes me a terrible person. I mean, what kind of man mates with the daughter of the man who killed his parents? I had only one job,” Drake held up one finger and stared at it. “Only one single job, but I failed.”“Drake, you’re in the wrong room,” I tried again.Drake’s eyes snapped to mine. “You’re the girl, the daughter of my enemies.”I cursed under my breath and made my way to him. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room.” I tried to guide him back out the door to his room, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even budge. “Drake, please, let me take you to your room.”“This is my house, and I’ll stay wherever I want,” he slurred and pulled his arms free from mine. He staggered forward again and almost lost his footing.“I’m fine,” he mumbled to no one in particular.“Well then, since this is your house, I’ll let you sleep here tonight.” I turned to walk out t
I spent the day in my room crying, binge-watching Gilmore Girls, and eating ice cream. I couldn't believe Drake scolded me and then told me to stay away from him after giving me the best orgasm ever. Rosie came to check on me, and I asked her to leave after requesting more ice cream.It took me a week to stop mourning. Drake did well to avoid me, always out working or locked in his study. He even went as far as telling Rosie to bring his food upstairs to his room just to avoid me. I filled my days with reading, binge-watching TV shows, and helping Rosie in the kitchen.“Oh dear child, I thought you said you’re fine?” Rosie asked, looking at me with worry.“I am,” I said. I hadn't told her what happene
Valerie POVThroughout the day, I was far from being myself. Aside from the reality of now being hated by my mate for the deeds of my father, I still didn't feel all good in my body. I've tried to ignore it. Well, I guess his rejection was just what I needed to go and rest. As I approached the steps leading to the garden's exit, my vision got blurry, my steps haggard, I knew there was not much time left before I passed. “I don't feel too good, Drake…” my voice was barely above a whisper. “Just a few more steps…” I told myself… I was wrong. The last thing I remembered before total darkness was seeing Alpha Drake's eyes, as he held me from hitting my head. Opening my eyes, my blurred vision cleared to my immediate environment, I knew I wasn't in the garden and, I'm pretty sure I didn't walk to this place. The next my brain registered was the beep sound coming from the machine standing next to me… I was in the pack infirmary.I sat up, with the little energy I could muster. The pac
I thought something was wrong with Drake. After we both learned I was pregnant, he changed. I wasn’t sure if I should like it or be scared. I thought he might be suffering from mood swings.First, he stayed away from me, giving the impression that he hated me. Then, he saved me from falling and dying, even when I thought he wanted me dead. He came into my room and made me scream his name, then told me to stay the hell away from him. And now, he was calling me darling and bringing me breakfast in bed, taking my every whim seriously. I wasn’t sure how to react to that.“I wasn’t sure what your pregnant tummy would want to eat today, so I had Rosie make you a variety of things,” he said.I tried not to look too surprised when Drake brought me breakfast for the 24th time in a row. I had barely woken up. The morning sickness and lack of appetite had reduced a lot. Now all I ever wanted to do was eat, though I sometimes didn’t know what to eat and craved different things at different hours.
Only the moon goddess knew how Drake got a turkey under an hour.“Microwave,” he said.He mentioned that he and Rosie had been working on putting a variety of food in the kitchen that I might crave, to avoid what happened that night when I made him bake cookies at 1 AM. He didn’t want to wake Rosie, so he did it himself, grumbling all the way through while I peppered him with questions.“What’s your favourite colour?”“When was your first kiss?”“What’s your favourite food?”I didn’t think he would answer, but he grumbled all the answers to me while making me the best cookies I’d ever had. Only after one piece, I didn’t want them anymore. It took a ton of self-control for Drake not to strangle me to death that night.Today, after getting me the turkey, he made sure I was full to the brim. I could literally feel the food lingering in my throat, having no space to move down. I was sure that should be unhealthy or something, but it didn’t last long. I was hungry again before I knew it.D
My heart skipped a beat when Drake knocked and entered my room later that night.I tried to pretend I was asleep. I tried to act like I didn’t know when he came back home. I tried to act like I didn’t stare from my window when he entered through the gate.I waited patiently while he bathed, ate, and changed.“Are you awake?” he asked, lingering at the door.I didn’t respond. I kept my eyes closed and willed my body not to give any indication that I wasn’t deeply at rest.“Okay,” I heard him mumble before closing the door. My stomach sank. I shouldn’t have pretended to be asleep. Now he was gone—oh.I felt a hand on my stomach and the rustling of the sheets as he sat by the edge. Relief, sweet strong relief washed over me. Maybe my plan would work.“Mummy’s asleep, isn’t she?”Is he... is he talking to my stomach? Okay.“I bet she’s tired. Don’t be too hard on her, okay? I know she’s stubborn and all, but let’s take it easy on her, okay?”I tried. Heaven knows I tried to suppress the l
I decide to dress in a loose dress that covers my showing baby bump and a scarf Rosie made for me. I throw the scarf around my neck and face to hide my growing chubby cheeks.I have borrowed one of Drake's cars—it’s not stealing since Drake is my mate—and drive myself to my parents' pack. I decide to park outside the house and walk into the gate on foot. The gate man isn’t at his post, which only adds to my advantage. I don’t want my parents notified of my coming; I want it to be a pleasant surprise before it turns to the inevitable disappointment. I walk the rest of the way to my parents' house.The house hasn’t changed. It looks just the same, everything in the exact same way I left it. I stop at the sound of voices coming from my father’s second office, detached from the house and standing on its own between the boys' quarters and the main house. I identify the voice speaking as my father’s. My father doesn’t use this office except when he wants to discuss something of great import
I decide to dress in a loose dress that covers my showing baby bump and a scarf Rosie made for me. I throw the scarf around my neck and face to hide my growing chubby cheeks.I have borrowed one of Drake's cars—it’s not stealing since Drake is my mate—and drive myself to my parents' pack. I decide to park outside the house and walk into the gate on foot. The gate man isn’t at his post, which only adds to my advantage. I don’t want my parents notified of my coming; I want it to be a pleasant surprise before it turns to the inevitable disappointment. I walk the rest of the way to my parents' house.The house hasn’t changed. It looks just the same, everything in the exact same way I left it. I stop at the sound of voices coming from my father’s second office, detached from the house and standing on its own between the boys' quarters and the main house. I identify the voice speaking as my father’s. My father doesn’t use this office except when he wants to discuss something of great import
My heart skipped a beat when Drake knocked and entered my room later that night.I tried to pretend I was asleep. I tried to act like I didn’t know when he came back home. I tried to act like I didn’t stare from my window when he entered through the gate.I waited patiently while he bathed, ate, and changed.“Are you awake?” he asked, lingering at the door.I didn’t respond. I kept my eyes closed and willed my body not to give any indication that I wasn’t deeply at rest.“Okay,” I heard him mumble before closing the door. My stomach sank. I shouldn’t have pretended to be asleep. Now he was gone—oh.I felt a hand on my stomach and the rustling of the sheets as he sat by the edge. Relief, sweet strong relief washed over me. Maybe my plan would work.“Mummy’s asleep, isn’t she?”Is he... is he talking to my stomach? Okay.“I bet she’s tired. Don’t be too hard on her, okay? I know she’s stubborn and all, but let’s take it easy on her, okay?”I tried. Heaven knows I tried to suppress the l
Only the moon goddess knew how Drake got a turkey under an hour.“Microwave,” he said.He mentioned that he and Rosie had been working on putting a variety of food in the kitchen that I might crave, to avoid what happened that night when I made him bake cookies at 1 AM. He didn’t want to wake Rosie, so he did it himself, grumbling all the way through while I peppered him with questions.“What’s your favourite colour?”“When was your first kiss?”“What’s your favourite food?”I didn’t think he would answer, but he grumbled all the answers to me while making me the best cookies I’d ever had. Only after one piece, I didn’t want them anymore. It took a ton of self-control for Drake not to strangle me to death that night.Today, after getting me the turkey, he made sure I was full to the brim. I could literally feel the food lingering in my throat, having no space to move down. I was sure that should be unhealthy or something, but it didn’t last long. I was hungry again before I knew it.D
I thought something was wrong with Drake. After we both learned I was pregnant, he changed. I wasn’t sure if I should like it or be scared. I thought he might be suffering from mood swings.First, he stayed away from me, giving the impression that he hated me. Then, he saved me from falling and dying, even when I thought he wanted me dead. He came into my room and made me scream his name, then told me to stay the hell away from him. And now, he was calling me darling and bringing me breakfast in bed, taking my every whim seriously. I wasn’t sure how to react to that.“I wasn’t sure what your pregnant tummy would want to eat today, so I had Rosie make you a variety of things,” he said.I tried not to look too surprised when Drake brought me breakfast for the 24th time in a row. I had barely woken up. The morning sickness and lack of appetite had reduced a lot. Now all I ever wanted to do was eat, though I sometimes didn’t know what to eat and craved different things at different hours.
Valerie POVThroughout the day, I was far from being myself. Aside from the reality of now being hated by my mate for the deeds of my father, I still didn't feel all good in my body. I've tried to ignore it. Well, I guess his rejection was just what I needed to go and rest. As I approached the steps leading to the garden's exit, my vision got blurry, my steps haggard, I knew there was not much time left before I passed. “I don't feel too good, Drake…” my voice was barely above a whisper. “Just a few more steps…” I told myself… I was wrong. The last thing I remembered before total darkness was seeing Alpha Drake's eyes, as he held me from hitting my head. Opening my eyes, my blurred vision cleared to my immediate environment, I knew I wasn't in the garden and, I'm pretty sure I didn't walk to this place. The next my brain registered was the beep sound coming from the machine standing next to me… I was in the pack infirmary.I sat up, with the little energy I could muster. The pac
I spent the day in my room crying, binge-watching Gilmore Girls, and eating ice cream. I couldn't believe Drake scolded me and then told me to stay away from him after giving me the best orgasm ever. Rosie came to check on me, and I asked her to leave after requesting more ice cream.It took me a week to stop mourning. Drake did well to avoid me, always out working or locked in his study. He even went as far as telling Rosie to bring his food upstairs to his room just to avoid me. I filled my days with reading, binge-watching TV shows, and helping Rosie in the kitchen.“Oh dear child, I thought you said you’re fine?” Rosie asked, looking at me with worry.“I am,” I said. I hadn't told her what happene
I realized with horror that he was profoundly drunk. “Alpha Drake?” I called out carefully. “You are in the wrong room.”“That’s what makes me a terrible person. I mean, what kind of man mates with the daughter of the man who killed his parents? I had only one job,” Drake held up one finger and stared at it. “Only one single job, but I failed.”“Drake, you’re in the wrong room,” I tried again.Drake’s eyes snapped to mine. “You’re the girl, the daughter of my enemies.”I cursed under my breath and made my way to him. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room.” I tried to guide him back out the door to his room, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even budge. “Drake, please, let me take you to your room.”“This is my house, and I’ll stay wherever I want,” he slurred and pulled his arms free from mine. He staggered forward again and almost lost his footing.“I’m fine,” he mumbled to no one in particular.“Well then, since this is your house, I’ll let you sleep here tonight.” I turned to walk out t
A month passed with me hunting for information within the palace and occasionally helping in the kitchen. Matini and I Became good friends, and I would spend hours in the kitchen learning to cook new meals or teaching her delicacies from my home pack.I have also started to see a different side of Alpha Drake. At first, he seemed cold and unapproachable, but as I spent more time in the palace, helping in the kitchen and observing him from a distance, I began to understand why he was the way he was.“What were you expecting? You think he would just let you fall and die on the stairs?” Matini was speaking. It had been a month since I came to Drake’s pack. Matina had made it her mission to tell me all about Alpha Drake’s good side. Today was no different. After I recounted how Alpha Drake saved me from almost killing myself the day I first came to the kitchen, she wouldn’t stop teasing me.“I mean, I do not think he really likes you, but I do not think he wants you dead,” Matina said w
I woke up early, determined to start my day by making breakfast. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found Matina, the head cook, already at work. Matina was a tall, sturdy woman with warm eyes but a stern demeanor, known for her meticulous attention to detail.“Good morning, Matina,” I greeted with a small smile.“Good morning,” she replied, looking up from the dough she was kneading.“I was thinking,” I began, “I would like to make breakfast this morning.”Matina’s eyes widened in surprise. “Alpha Drake doesn’t like any mistakes in his meals. He’s very particular.”“I understand,” I said, stepping closer. “But I have always cooked back at my parents’ place. I promise I can do this.”Matina hesitated, her brow furrowing. “it is not about your skills, . it is just… if anything goes wrong…”“Nothing will go wrong,” I assured her. “Trust me. I know how important it is to get it right.”Matina sighed, clearly torn between her duty and my request. “Alright,” she said finally, “but I’ll