Carter I marched forward, ignoring the red spots that clouded my vision. Even the lamps that hung on the walls must have caught the gist that I was furious, because the moment I approached them, the lights in them flickered our, just to come back on again the moment I had passed. I balled my hands into fists as I trudged on. That was the very least I could do to stop myself from punching the nearest wall. If I lost my temper and did that, I knew for a fact it wouldn't sit well with my father. Dad. I was heading towards his office, and why I hated rubbing it in people's face when I was right, there was no way I could let this slide. Right now, he was just going to see how much of a mistake he'd made trusting Asher. Asher. The mere thought of him was more than enough to make my blood boil. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of him, he always found a way to get under my skin, either directly or indirectly. I guess I had only just realized it now because I had something that
Destiny's POV With a loud groan, I stirred awake, but the moment I peeled my eyes open, I almost wished I kept them shut, even if it was for a little while. Excruciating pain spread through my eyeballs, almost like they were on fire. I blinked back as many times I could, hoping the little gesture would go a long way in bringing some relief. After some minutes of batting my eyelids like some blind random person, the hotness slowly gave way into a full throbbing.My head ached and my throat felt parched. I felt like a complete mess and I wasn't even surprised, because I was expecting it. What else were the results of sobbing all night long and crying myself to sleep? I sighed as I sat up, before pressing my back to the wall behind me. Even though it was dirty and stinky, I ignored it, focusing only on the cool feeling it spread throughout my body. An itch climbed down my neck, and I was just about to scratch it when something pulled me back. The chains.I pressed my eyes shut ag
Destiny's POV There was no way this was happening. It just couldn't be. In the split second before everything would go sour, I took my time to think about it and take it all in, even though time was the one thing I didn't have. And luck apparently, I was lacking in that aspect too. I'd been holding my breath since Ines met those string of words slide past her lips. How could she even say that? Did she really mean that, or was she trying to play some kind of joke? No matter what it was of what her intentions behind it were, it made no sense, and thanks to her loud mouth, I just might have landed in another round of trouble. Shit. Fucking thanks, Ines. I stole a couple of seconds to take a good look at her. She wasn't an eye sore, but she wasn't the prettiest either. With just one glance at her tired face, you could tell her job was taking a huge toll on her, and the only thing keeping her awake and probably energetic, or alive even was lots and lots of caffeine. With her short
WILLOW“Could you move that a little to the right, please?” A frown made its way to my face almost immediately. They’d done what I asked them to do, but it wasn’t looking how I’d pictured it in my head. Gesturing to the vase, I motioned to the left. “No, take it back a bit. Yes, a little to the left.”I stifled a groan the moment they were done. It still wasn’t right. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the perfect position to keep the vase. “That’s fine.” I sighed, finally giving up. The nerves were getting to me. “Just leave it as it is and make sure everything else is perfect. Nothing must go wrong tonight. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” The maids nodded in unison before dispersing to get everything else done. “You.” I pointed to another maid. “Make sure these glasses are sparkling before I get back.” I ran my thumb over the rim of a glass nestled on the buffer table. From where I stood, it looked clean enough, but I wanted everything in there to shine. Tonight must be
WILLOWA groan escaped me as I stirred awake. Tingles spread through my limbs as I turned and tossed. My eyes were heavy, and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t bother opening them again. What was the use? The last thing I wanted was to set my eyes on Asher after what he did to me. How could he? How could he reject me moments before his party where he was supposed to announce we were mates? I should have known he had a reason for asking me to keep our relationship a secret until it was time for the announcement at the party. He fooled me. Memories spilled over me. I pressed my eyes tighter as I tried to recall the events of last night. After Asher had walked out on me, what happened? I took a few bottles of alcohol, and then what? “No.” I gasped out loud and jolted upright, peeling my eyes open. Maybe if I hadn’t, I would have had more time to think things through. The moment I opened my eyes, a bolt of pain shot through my head. I stifled a groan as I cradled my head in my hands. I’d
CARTER No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get Willow's words out of my head. With every passing second, her voice grew louder and louder in my head, her facial expression taunting me all the more. “I never asked you to marry me.”“I didn’t mean it. I was drunk as hell, and I didn’t know what I was saying.” “Why would you even want to marry a weak omega like me?” Really? Was I supposed to believe that? Was that really the truth? A hand ran through my hair, and I sighed. I flopped back to the bed, the bottle of alcohol almost falling from my hand. The drink hadn’t dulled the pain of her… rejection, only made it worse. The memories of last night tried to take over, and I took another gulp from the bottle to prevent that from happening. I refuse to remember how perfectly her boobs fit in my hands. How much she giggled when she palmed me from the front and asked if it would fit inside her. It fitted quite alright, as we later got to find out. Too well, and just the reminder of how
CARTERFuck. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Heck, I didn’t even see this blowing up in my face at all. How could he? How could Dad set such a condition for me? Thinking about Willow's proposal was one thing. Going after her with a proposal of mine was another. A part of me hoped Dad was joking. He loved jokes. He told them most of the time, and it would have his guests howling with laughter. But when I stopped by his office today to give him his usual cup of morning coffee, he brought up the ultimatum for my coronation. I had to think of something fast, but my head was blank. The coronation was days away, and I didn’t know where to begin. I had to think of something, and fast, too. Knowing Dad, there was no way he would sit back. I could bet on the old man’s life that he already had a backup plan. A backup plan I was sure I would hate. The only solution was to get myself a Luna before that day. But I was stumped and at a loss of ideas. I had no girlfriend, ei
Willow No matter how hard I tried to forget it, the memory just wouldn't budge. It felt like it had been permanently etched into my mind and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, I was only wasting my time. It didn't help that I was a chronic over thinker. Even the littlest inconvenience could have me thinking about a million and one ways how I could have avoided it or how I could have acted differently to change the outcome.I hated this. I hated feeling like this. I let out a frustrated groan as I allowed my face to fall flat onto the empty space on my vanity. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of something lying dormant just a couple of inches away. At first glance, it didn't look like a lot, until I stared at it long and hard, and the moment I did, I felt my heart drop to my feet immediately.It was a necklace, with a heart pendant at the center. It was dangling at the edge of the table and it made me wonder how it hadn't fallen off by now. Maybe if it did, the broken pie