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
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.
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
As I made my way towards the entrance of the Pack House, my footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. My mind was filled with a mix of thoughts and emotions, the weight of secrets and hidden desires bearing down upon me. I longed for a moment of solace, a chance to escape the suffocating atmosphere that seemed to surround me.Just as I reached for the doorknob, it swung open abruptly, causing me to stumble back in surprise. Standing before me was Patricia, her expression a mirror of my own conflicted emotions. An awkward silence settled between us, heavy with unspoken words and fractured friendship."Alondra," Trish finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I didn't expect to run into you."I nodded, unable to find the right words to break the tension that hung in the air. The once-strong bond we shared had been strained, the weight of secrets and hidden truths driving a wedge between us."I'm just... I'm leaving," I managed to say, my voice filled with a mix of resignation
The day had arrived, shrouded in a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The grand hall of the Pack House had been transformed into a breathtaking venue, adorned with delicate drapes, shimmering chandeliers, and an array of exquisite flowers that filled the air with their intoxicating fragrance. The preparations had been meticulous, each detail crafted with utmost care to ensure an unforgettable evening.As I made my way through the bustling corridors, my heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. The weight of expectations hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness at the thought of the impending announcement. Alpha Weston, my beloved, would choose his mate tonight, and I feared my place in his heart would be overshadowed by another.The atmosphere was charged with excitement as pack members and guests mingled, their laughter and animated conversations filling the room. Their attire, resplendent and elegant, was a testament to the significance of the occas
The night air was cool against my skin as I made my way through the dense forest, my steps guided through the trees. Patricia walked beside me, her expression unreadable in the darkness. I could sense an air of unease hanging between us, as if a storm was brewing in the silence.As we ventured deeper into the woods, Trish finally broke the silence that had enveloped us since we left the grand hall. Her voice was barely a whisper, laden with a mixture of guilt and apprehension. "Alondra," she began, her words faltering for a moment before she found her voice. "There's something... something I need to tell you."My heart skipped a beat, my curiosity piqued by her serious tone. I turned to face her, my eyes searching hers for any hint of what she was about to disclose. "What is it, Trish?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, mirroring the secrecy of the forest around us.Patricia took a deep breath, her features contorted with a mix of emotions. "The baby... the one I'm carrying,"
As I approached Mrs. Pierce's study, a delicate cup of tea cradled in my trembling hands, I hesitated before knocking on the door. Something about the muted voices from within gave me pause, compelling me to eavesdrop for just a moment longer. Curiosity tugged at me, urging me to listen, and as I leaned closer, the words pierced through the door and etched themselves into my mind."Alondra is Weston's rightful mate," Mrs. Pierce's voice resonated with an authority that sent a shiver down my spine. "The spell is wearing off. We need to act swiftly."My heart skipped a beat, and the cup slipped from my fingers, tea splashing onto the floor, forgotten in that moment of revelation. My mind raced to comprehend the weight of those words. Weston and I were meant to be together? The realization sent shockwaves through my entire being.Without a second thought, I turned and fled, the echo of Mrs. Pierce's argument reverberating in my ears. The corridors blurred past me as I ran, desperate to e
Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat alone in the comfort of my room, the weight of confusion and disbelief was heavy on my heart. The words I had heard from the Queen, Mrs. Pierce echoed relentlessly in my mind, each syllable was like a resounding gong that stirred a myriad emotions within me.Destined mates. The very notion seemed at a far distance, I held my head upwards trying to draw back the tears. I felt like I was falling apart inside. Her words kept resonating inside my head. Weston is my mate. My best friend is my mate. The man I have loved my whole life is the man I was destined to be with. How could she have done this? How could she be this cruel? Why has she set aside her time to make my life so miserable? FLASHBACK“ alondra come on.’’ Weston called-out to me as his fingers wrapped around my waist and he pulled me with him.“But Mrs Pierce.’’“ My mother is not going to do anything. she'll just talk and talk until she gets tired.’’ he argued looking back at me as he con
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