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
Even though my original plan had been to approach Patricia later after Jeremy's ceremony I just couldn't help myself. she seemed like she wasn't okay and as I looked at her I remembered Luke’s words. something definitely seems to trouble her. I was not sure on how to approach her but I knew that at the end of it it would be a decision whether or not to tell me. I did not want to be too pushy yet again I didn't want to leave her when she needed me. "Trish," I began tentatively, "is everything alright? You seem troubled." She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Alondra, there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been hiding, and it's tearing me apart." My heart skipped a beat, a sense of nervousness settling inside me. Patricia had never been one to easily worry about something. she would always approach a challenge head-on before she let it bring her down. but the Patricia I was looking at right now was not the same.She was genuinely worried and scared about something and that
After my argument with Patricia I decided that I needed a moment of my own. it was obvious that she meant every word of what he had said and arguing with her was not on my to-do list. everyone looked at me different now. I had been isolated my entire life but this was just an extra touch. This adapted as a confirmation of all my fears. it had confirmed all the insecurities and developed over the years working in the packhouse around the royal family. Every single reassurance that Patricia and area had given me at just been erased. the confirmation was said. this is how they have all felt about me all along. right now thinking about Weston just isn't going to help me. because even though everything is going perfectly well with him right now, I had with a bad feeling about it. perhaps it's because of my condescending nature of expecting something horrible whenever things are going right in my life. because right now it has just proven itself install while my relationship with Weston wa
I hurried through the hallways of the pack house, my heart racing as I tried to avoid drawing attention to myself. The thing is, any attempts that I would make at avoiding attention would often lead to attention being drawn towards me. I had just returned from the secret room in the attic where the wounded man lay, unconscious and hidden from prying eyes. My mind was filled with thoughts of him, of the dangerous plot that threatened our pack's alpha, and the burden of keeping this secret from everyone, including my stepsister, Zoe. As I descended down the staircase, my eyes caught sight of Zoe standing at the bottom,She was looking up at me with scrutinizing eyes. I rolled my eyes already anticipating the argument that was going to follow. What was she going to say? Would she accuse me of watching her boyfriend or would she come to make a point on how she had insulted me their previous time? When I reached the bottom of the stairs I noticed that her eyes were shifted from me and tow
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
"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
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