Playing servant? Family? The mention of family stung. The constant mistreatment from my stepmother and stepsisters had made me feel like an outsider in my own home. I was little more than a servant to them, a means to an end. but why would she act as if I was the one playing servant? She put me in this predicament. see each other to sentence me into this horror and now she was blaming me? "Why would you blame me for that? Why would you reprimand me for doing what you signed me up for?’’ Her hand was raised in the air again ready to strike me. but I didn't flinch. not this time. there was an unsettling confidence in my stomach when I watched her. I felt like I was being pushed to the edge. Dared to fight back. “ you're not going to talk to me like that. I am responsible for you. I am your mother..’’ “You are my stepmother!’’ I corrected it. "You're not my mother. My mother is dead. My father is dead. This is the family I thought I had. but how you treat me isn't even the way any m
Lost in my thoughts, I made my way back home from the run with Weston. I felt flustered, touching my lips as I remembered my kiss with him. He said he was going to see me tomorrow. Did this mean we were back to our original routine? Did this mean my best friend was back? As I walked through the dark streets, deep in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows, startling me. “Justin, what the hell?’’ I shouted, clutching my chest. He smiled at me as he approached. I felt apprehensive as he stepped in front of my path, blocking my way. "Alondra," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Still frolicking in the woods with the Alpha?" My heart clenched at his words, a mixture of anger and fear bubbling within me. While I did not quite like Justin, I always believed that there was good in everyone. And I hoped that he would become good someday. However, everything he does recently is always bad for me. I recall particia’s warning and i feel estranged with him. Nommater ho
As I reached home, my steps heavy with the weight of my encounter with Bethany and Justin, a familiar figure caught my eye. Seraphina, sat on our porch, staring at her surroundings like a lost puppy. She seemed lost in thought, her expression Seeming confused and worried. She looked out of place here but maybe that was because she was royalty and one could hardly ever find her outside the Pack house. but I had learnt that Seraphina was different. I wasn't sure if I could be friends with her. Every time I looked at her I remembered Weston. I remember what he said. I remember that there is a chance Seraphina might become Weston's new mate. The thought of that tears me apart. I don't want to be jealous of her yet again my heart aches that she has what I can't have. "Seraphina," I greeted her with a forced smile, my heart pounding in my chest. "What brings you here today?" She looked up, her eyes growing wide as she stared at me with relief. "Alondra, I needed someone to talk to. Someone
Everything had changed. Life working in the packhouse had taken on a different hue, an unsettling feeling rested at the bottom of my stomach while I moved around the walls, doing my daily chores. It was as if a dark cloud loomed over the place. A shadow of bad luck cast over the vicinity. It was unlike anything i've ever felt. As the days went by, the Alpha and I had barely talked. After our kiss in the garden he did not reach out to me the following day like he had promised. He had gone back to avoiding me. Making me feel like I was deserving of being a side character. or fading in the background. Mistress Mary continued to give me chores. Making me feel like more of a slave and less of a servant.Yet the more work I was given, the more it was situated outside the pack house and not in it. All of my work, like helping out with the kitchen operations or cleaning out their rooms, always revolved around the royal pack house. yet my duties have been redirected towards the warrior quarter
The garden was hidden. located behind the other side of the pack house where a lot of the houses would stop at. It was dark in the evenings, and not so lightful during the trees because of a number of large trees that mushroomed the place. It was isolated and no one hardly ever came here. A lot of the duties that are under the garden are given to me and that is why it was always the perfect place where the alpha and I met. However, I was already losing hope that he would ever want to see me again. He had avoided me and I had been pushed out of the pack house and been given responsibilities that did not pertain to the royal house at all. I felt isolated and rejected. I felt like he hates me. Had I done something wrong? And then, in the hushed stillness of the night, he appeared. Weston emerged from the darkness, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension. Our gazes locked, and the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the intoxicating magnetism that drew
As the early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I blinked my eyes open, slowly, sitting up from my bed, I gripped the covers as i Pushed them away from me. Tonight, for the first time since my mom died, I had a nightmare. emerging from the clutches of sleep. Stretching my limbs, I yawned, ready to get out of bed. Unlike the nightmare of a dream I had, I was rather excited and rejuvenated for the day. I have not had enough sleep but still it was something. Last night Weston walked me to the door. and he kissed my forehead and he told me that he still planned on working through all that he promised me. Our moments in the garden had left me trembling. I had gotten a taste of what passion truly was. I have been a virgin all alone yet he had changed that. and instead of how uncomfortable and scary I expected it to be he made me feel safe and loved. He would stop right in the middle to ask whether I still wanted this. or whether it was okay. He asked for my permission before tak
I had grown accustomed to being treated as a lowly servant, always at the beck and call of my supervisor, Mistress Mary, my stepmother and stepsisters, other servants and the royal families. But amidst the monotony of my daily routine today, there was one person who was different—Luke. Luke was the beta to Weston, our pack's alpha, and he had never treated me like a servant or a lowlife. He was always kind, considerate, and treated me with respect. He treated me like a normal werewolf instead of treating me like less of a human. he didn't boss me around. if he asks me to do anything you would always be considerate and give me enough time to do it. you would even offer me an extent and insist that I didn't need to rush myself. I needed Patricia was happy to be with him. he was her mate after all and the both of them loved each other dearly. they were the pack’s sweetheart compared to Aria’s relationship with her mate. Our encounters were usually brief, as he had his own responsibiliti
The anticipation of Weston's upcoming party hung heavy in the air, and with each passing day, my worry deepened. The pack had been buzzing with excitement, preparing for the grand event where Weston would choose his mate. Over the past few weeks Western and I have gotten heated on almost every surface of the garden. It didn't help that there was no furniture but he always seemed to find a way to make me comfortable while he ravished me. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. He left me craving for more. He left me wanting him and nothing else. no one else. Justin had significantly disappeared into the Pack house. Aiding with the preparations of Weston's ceremony he had become so busy that even Bethany herself felt lonely. Before, Justin would always come every day to visit Bethany. and they would spend hours in her room making sexual noises that work everyone in the house. However, even though we complained about it, my stepmother never said a thing about it. instead she s
As I moved through the Pack House, cleaning and tidying each room, I carefully avoided the part that belonged to Patricia. Memories of our previous agreement, her harsh words, and the pain she inflicted upon me were still fresh in my mind. I couldn't bear to revisit that space, even if it meant leaving it unkempt.But as I finished attending to the other rooms, I couldn't ignore the fact that Weston's room still awaited my attention. With a sigh, I pushed open the door, stepping into a realm that held both familiarity and trepidation.As I surveyed the room, my gaze swept across the neatly made bed, the scattered books on the desk, and the worn-out pair of shoes by the door. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets this room held, what hidden fragments of Weston's life resided within its walls.Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the sound of the running water from the adjacent bathroom until it abruptly ceased. A jolt of surprise coursed through me as Weston emerged, his tall figu
I entered the living room, my steps hesitant, sensing an atmosphere thick with tension. I had a bad feeling about this, but I still entered, knowing that turning back would get me nowhere. There, standing with an armored expression, was my stepmother, her eyes narrowed with anger. Fear pricked at my skin as I wondered what transgression had led her to summon me in such a manner. It had to be something bad, or perhaps something that didn't even make sense. She’d always find a reason to be angry at me anyway. "Alondra," she hissed through clenched teeth, "how could you be so careless? Leaving the door open during the night, inviting danger into our home! Are you trying to get all of us killed? Is that your plan?" I stared at her trying to figure out what she was talking about. I could feel the anger emerging from her body. The way she stared at me was with pure disdain and anger. Slowly, her words struck me like a blow, and I immediately felt a pang of guilt gnawing at my conscience.
The rays of the Sun penetrated through my curtains indicating that morning had come. When I opened the door and entered I had a tray of breakfast in my hands hoping that my stepmother wouldn't hear me from downstairs. she was asleep on the couch possibly because she had fallen asleep meeting her sweaters or something that she barely ever did before.The Wounded man still slept on my bed. I on the other hand had arranged for some blankets on the floor where I slept watching over him and nursing him back to health. as injuries had been pretty serious and a couple of times through the night I had what about taking him down to the Park Hospital. but at the end of it I realise that I would be in much bigger trouble than how I had started. I will be asked the endless questions about why a stranger who was not even a member of the park was in my bedroom and why I was messing him back to health. but no one was going to understand that this very strange I held a grave secrets. on that secret w
As we worked together I couldn't help but feel that this was going to be great. My relationship with Weston was perfect now. I couldn't wait to meet him in the garden again, but I wasn't going to tell Patricia about it. Even though I trusted her, it was still a risk that I wasn't willing to take. they also was not ready to expose our relationship to anyone else and I was going to respect that.“So how are you feeling so far?’’ I asked curiously. She stayed up at me with a smile before continuing.‘ nostalgic. quite okay. I was rather nervous about the pregnancy at first but I'm going to be okay. I figure that the nervousness doesn't really help me. and the stress is not really good for the baby.’’ “ I agree, Patricia. We should take a lot of time to rest and also do it well. Your mother also demanded that I keep the pregnancy a secret," I began, my voice tinged with caution. "I want you to understand that I intend to do that. I respect your privacy, and as your friend..."But before
"Alondra!" Patricia's voice echoed through the hallway, causing me to freeze in my tracks. Flashbacks of our previous encounter rent my mind, the hurtful words she had said to me and how she answered them without a hint of hesitation. I no longer considered her my friend. a friend could not see the things that she did feel stop it had felt as if she had been holding them back for a very long time. why would she think that I wanted her mate question mark and why would he think that all I do is try and seduce the men of the packhouse? She was no different from my step sisters and my stepmother. she had made my fears come true.I turned slowly to face her, my heart pounding within my chest. Trish was a royal, no matter how much he did what you said I couldn't just dismiss her. it would have greater repercussions. Patricia stood a few feet away, her eyes filled with sadness. Did this have anything to do with the conversation I had just had with her mother a couple of minutes ago? I braced
The doors of the pack mansion swung open, revealing the interior that always seemed to be teeming with secrets.Even though I had worked in a pack house all my life, his head in the hole had something secret. It was like the Pack House itself and its own secrets. Something that not even the servants or the pack members could know. As I stepped inside, a wave of nerves washed over me. I had been summoned by Mrs. Pierce, the mother of Alpha Weston, and the ever-watchful queen of our pack. The woman who sings hated me for no reason and who had tried beyond reasonable doubt to keep me away from the alpha. What did she want from me this time? I was nervous and scared. because whenever I was summoned by the queen of the don't mean something good. she wasn't just trying to catch up with me. She would want me to do something or demand that I did something out of character. I wish I could just run and abandon his responsibilities homestead but everyday is a chance that I get to stay with Westo
“So, have you thought about it?’’ he says, guiding me towards a quiet waterfront. right by the side of the garden.“ There was nothing for me to think about. the both of us did not start on the right foot and I don't believe that can be salvaged. and besides my stepsister is madly in love with…’’“ Your step sister doesn't mean anything to me.’’ he argues.“ That's my step sister you're talking about. I may not get along with her but I can't tolerate you speaking about her like that.’’ My tone is firm and assertive. There is nothing that I want more than escaping this conversation and disappearing into a different world where none of these chaos exists.“ I love you alondra!’’ Looking up at him I can't help but see the face of Weston. For a moment I am filled with sudden happiness that he loves me. watching his lips repeat those words and listen to snap me into reality.He is not Weston. “ What is wrong with me that you don't want me?’’ he asks all of a sudden. I'm taken aback by h
“Great job alondra, now when you're done with that you can go help out in the pack house kitchen.” Mistress Mary says, while smiling at me.“ thank you mistress Mary, let me know which discipline and I'll do as you’ve said.’’ it was both amazing and unbelievable how much work I could do when my mind is occupied by a lot of things. I was like a machine. finishing one chore and looking for another. I couldn't stop myself. I wanted my mind to be fully occupied. all I wanted was to see my hands doing something, carrying something, moving around. over the span of only three hours, I was already done with her the responsibility they had for today. the remaining ones had been set for the evening where a lot of the shops would close and the Citizens would retire to bed. today was one of the busiest days of The Fall. a lot of merchants and becoming in from tomorrow and preparations were done today. This wealthy merchants were invited by Alpha Weston and his father in order to run up the e
Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat alone in the comfort of my room, the weight of disbelief heavy on my heart. The words I had heard from the Queen, Mrs. Pierce, echoed relentlessly in my mind, each syllable like a resounding gong that stirred emotions within me.Destined mates. The very notion seemed unfathomable. I had never thought of my life with a mate who was not Weston. all those moments I spent daydreaming it was all about my best friend. the world revolves around him. the desire and feelings I had for him never stopped. no matter the distance kept between us. no matter how much the world moves the mountains just so we could not be together. Now my heart breaks to realize that the world has never been against Weston and I. The moon goddess did not hate me. She admitted me to someone. I am a wonderful man who I have known all my life. a man who I call my best friend. A man who I am in love with.Weston, the Alpha of our pack, was meant to be my partner, my other half. It