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
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
I stared at my best friend, Jayson , as he fastened the last button on his shirt and felt a shiver course through me. There was just something in the way he wore his black three-piece suit that made him look lethal and confident. Sexy. I shook my head slightly, willing myself to stop the direction of my thoughts. I had no right thinking about him in a way that wasn't strictly platonic. Jayson and I were friends, though it was becoming difficult to remember that lately. He turned away from the mirror to face me, fiddling with his cufflinks, a telltale signal that he was nervous. Mustering a small smile, I picked up the red tie on the bed and wound it around his collar, deeming the knot. I arranged the lapels of his jacket, ignoring the way my heart seemed to race. His breath lightly fanned my face and I had to shut my eyes to get a hold of myself from how dizzying it felt just standing so close to him. When I reopened them, Jayson was watching me a little too int
Jayson moved away from me as fast as he could like I had suddenly come down with some kind of contagious disease. I swallowed down the hurt I felt at his action. I'd thought I had some time before things started to change between us. Apparently, I'd been wrong. Mrs Smith walked in, looking at me like I was the annoying gum stuck under her shoe. Deciding she had seen enough of me, she focused her attention on her only son. "You look good, darling," She complimented, wearing a warm smile on her face. "Thanks mother," Jayson replied warmly. I felt a little envious as I watched her fuss over Jayson 's jacket, asking if he was comfortable with it. I had never known what a mother's love felt like. While Mrs. Smith might not be so fond of me, I had to admit she was a wonderful mother to both her children. And she was a wonderful Luna to the rest of the pack as well. "I don't know how the pack members would take their new Alpha spending so much
I didn't see Jayson for about three days after his birthday party. It was almost the longest I had gone without seeing him. He showed up by the lake where we normally met each morning on the fourth day. Neither of us said a word to each other, only shifting into our wolves and taking a long run in the forest, letting our wolves bask in the cool air. When we were exhausted, we shifted back and got dressed separately before sitting side by side by side on the dock in comfortable silence. I stared off into the lake, reflecting on how strong our friendship had gotten over the years. Jayson had been my best friend since the day he'd met me crying by the river bank after my dad had died when I was six. I could still remember that day like it was only yesterday. He'd shared his cookies with me and made a lot of funny expressions until I had forgotten for a spell that I had just lost my father. We'd become inseparable after that even though many, my stepmother an
I got back home a little after dawn to my stepmother waiting outside the house for me. I didn't need a seer to let me know she was already in a bad mood. The deal had been that I could go for my early morning runs as long as I got back home on time. Apparently, I had been a second late. "You do know that you're such an ungrateful child, right?" She sneered at me from where she sat by the porch. I was turning twenty three in a few weeks but sure, let's go with that. She continued when I kept mute. "I asked just one thing of you when you were seeking permission to be going on your stupid runs, " Her voice was getting louder. "Get back home on time, but no, even that is too much to ask." Sometimes I wondered why I put up with all her shit. Then I remembered I had promised my dad I would try as much as possible to be at peace with my stepfamily and keep us all together. Plus an annoying family who ensured everyday of your life was a living hell was bette
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