"No, Zoey, you can't just stand in here," she chided herself softly. She exhaled one more time, squared her shoulder and pushed the door open.To her surprise, it was only Vanessa sitting at the dining table, her brows furrowed as she looked up from her plate."Hi Zoey," Vanessa greeted. "Alexander isn't mad at you if that's what you are worried about."Zoey's eyes widened. She wondered how Vanessa knew what she was thinking. She swallowed hard and stepped fully into the dining room."What… what happened?" Zoey asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Vanessa sighed and put down her fork. "I talked to him about it, he holds no grudges anymore.""Thank you." Zoey smiled, and went to sit down across from her. The knot in her stomach loosened a bit. "What about him?" She couldn't help but ask.Vanessa paused for a moment before answering. "If you are talking about Elliott, then I honestly have no idea. But it will be fine."Zoey's heart felt a little lighter after hearing her last state
The maid seemed taken aback, her eyes wide with surprise. Zoey could see the confusion and uncertainty in her gaze. But Elliott's kiss, though passionate, lacked warmth. It was distant and empty; as if it were merely going through the motions.Zoey's heart felt heavy as he watched them. Many thoughts ran through her mind. "Was this the reason for Elliott's pain and anger? Was he using the maid to mask his true feelings? And what about me? Did he feel anything for me at all?"Tears welled up in her eyes as she clutched the pendant tighter. She had hoped to give it back to him, and hoped that a conversation could start from there, but now it felt meaningless. She couldn't approach him again after what she had just witnessed.She turned on her heels, her legs carrying her away from the painful scene. She couldn't bear to watch any longer. The windy courtyard suddenly felt suffocating, and she wanted to find solace elsewhere.As she ran away, her mind raced with questions and confusion. S
"Zoey!"She heard Elliott call while banging at the door; his voice was filled with worry, and she immediately figured that she was probably hallucinating again."Elliott dosen't care about you, stupid. Why are you punishing yourself by thinking about him? Let it go, you fool!" She scolded herself. Suddenly, she heard the loud sound of the door breaking down. She gazed up and found Elliott and a maid standing at the entrance, staring at her. She locked gazes with Elliott, and she could see that he was even more upset than before.Suddenly, as though she could finally feel her own skin, she realized how cold she felt. She looked at her palm to find it completely white and her face feeling numb.She began shivering uncontrollably as she tried to get off the floor, but her body seemed to have gotten stuck in the position she was currently in. She looked up at Elliott, pleading for support, but he looked away. Just when she was about to give up, she felt Elliott move closer and go down
All of a sudden, Zoey spoke up. "Elliott, thank you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm really sorry about everything that happened. If there is any way I can make it up to you, I will."Elliott looked at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Anything?" He asked, raising an eyebrow."Anything," she confirmed, her eyes filled with determination. Suddenly, a thought passed through her head, but then she pushed it away.Elliott let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly. "Just shut up and sleep, Zoey," he told her, his voice soft."But Elliott," she protested. "If there is any other way I can make up for my mistakes, I will really do it… I don't want you to be cold towards me again. I miss your teasing, your laughter, your annoying yet playful self."Elliott swallowed hard, her words stirring up things he had been trying to ignore. He doesn't want to let her know how her words affected him, especially down there."Just sleep, Zoey," he said, his voice firm. "We will talk
Elliott woke up, blinking his eyes slowly. He was staring at a ceiling he didn't recognize; its patterns were unfamiliar and the scent of the room was quite girly and strange. His head was heavy and his thoughts blurry.He turned his head to the side and found Zoey asleep, her back against him.A soft smile tugged at his lips as he reached out to tuck a strand of air behind her ear. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, her face calm and serene.As his fingers brushed against her skin, he realized it wasn't him hallucinating her presence. He looked around and realized he was actually in her room. "How? Had I gotten drunk and came into her room instead?" He wondered.He thought hard for a while, and finally, last night's events came rushing back into him, hitting him like a tidal wave as his heartbeat began to speed up again.He realized that Zoey had spotted him with some ladies, and he had sent them away because they disrespected her.But then, he remembered something that made his he
Zoey woke up, stretching her arms above her head. She blinked groggily at the corner wall of her room before turning to the side, expecting to see Elliott. But the side of the bed where Elliott slept last night was empty.She suddenly felt worried and panicked. She got up and looked around the room, but he was nowhere in sight.She sighed and sat back in her bed. She thought back to what Elliott had said last night– "I love you, my mate."The words echoed in her mind, causing her heart to flutter. The butterflies in her stomach were going wild, just like they did when he said it last night.Trying to get it out of her mind, she took a warm bath and headed out of the room. She ran into Vanessa along the hallway. Vanessa gave her a knowing look. "So, how did it go with Elliott last night?"Zoey blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?"Vanessa rolled her eyes. "Come on, Zoey. You guys seemed to be cozy last night."Zoey felt her cheeks heat up. "It's not like that, Vanessa. He was just dr
By the time Zoey woke up, she was back in her room. She looked around, taking a while to remember what had happened. She turned to her side to find Vanessa there, Knitting something in the corner. She looked up when she noticed that Zoey was awake."Zoey, you are finally awake," Vanessa said as she came to Zoey's bed."Are you okay now, Zoey?" She asked, her eyes filled with worry. Zoey was about to tell her she was fine when she noticed something on her wrist. Black veins twisted around her wrist like a bracelet, and her heart dropped upon seeing that.She fell back onto the bed with a sigh. "I'm not okay, Vanessa," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm far from okay."Vanessa put her knitting down. "What is the problem, Zoey?" She asked.Zoey showed Vanessa her wrist, the black veins standing out starkly against her pale skin. "I'm dying, Vanessa.""Why?" Vanessa asked curiously."Elliott is my mate, and he wants me to reject him. I can't bring myself to reject him, a
Uncle Toni was sitting in the car on his way to the Blackwood pack, a smirk on his face as he thought about his plan. He knew that Lynx was too proud to do what was necessary to break the curse, and that would be his undoing, he thought.He had already gathered a group of subordinates who are loyal to him, and they are now waiting for his signal. He had a plan to take over the pack, and he was confident he would succeed.As the car pulled up to Blackwood pack, he felt a rush of excitement. He was about to take control of the pack and he felt nothing could stop him.As he stepped out, he kept a calm and collected demeanor. He wanted to appear innocent, and to make sure that Lynx didn't suspect anything.As he walked into the pack house mansion, he saw Lynx sitting in the living room, looking exhausted. He knew Lynx had a lot of things on his plate, and he felt it's only a matter of time before he would be too weak to defend himself.Uncle Toni's smile widened as he approached Lynx, all