For the past two weeks, I felt like I was going insane. Weston and I had not talked. Somehow, I feel like he was purposely ignoring me. Yet, there are a lot of moments where I watched him standing in the garden, purposely trampling over the flowers. But I knew best. And then,bringing myself there would only cost me more harm than good. I wasn't sure he was stepping on the flowers on purpose. I wasn't even sure why he did anything. At this moment, Weston did not feel like my best friend. He felt like a very different person. A man that I did not know. A total stranger. This morning, I carried my flowers down the stairs and found my stepmother and stepsisters seated in the living room with a cup of coffee in each of their hands. I stared at them with sincere shock, they have never starved themselves. Today I'm not surprised that they didn't even wake me up.“You have a visitor.’’ my stepmother said, taking another sip of her coffee, avoiding my eyes. there was something lingering in t
The feeling of deja vu washes over me immediately, and it is paramountly clear what the connection was. No wonder I felt so guilty with him. Justin was the Alpha’s cousin. That made much more sense that answered a lot of questions. Yet I am surprised that Weston had never mentioned him.“You.. your cousin…?’’ I stated. Weston stares at me with those same eyes that always have me questioning my sanity. I want him so bad. For some reason, there is a weird tension between us. I feel like something has changed here. Not only the significant amount of distance that he is creating between us but there is something else.“I don't know what…’’“You know what, just forget it.It is not my business asking and I don't care about it anyway. You can go ahead to do the chores,’’ he says in a dismissive tone before turning around and exiting the garden. I am left baffled, wondering what the hell is going on.“So that’s it?’’ I bite my tongue, cursing at myself for letting those words fly out of my m
Our kiss had turned more into a make-out session. There were a couple of moments ago where I would not have believed this was happening. Yet the moment that I felt the alphas lips on mine, I had lost myself. I had forgotten how to think and how to breathe.He was an amazing kisser. Not that I had any experience, but I definitely knew that what I was feeling right now is not fake. He wasn't improvising. He knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it. I feel his tongue intruding my mouth. I don't even stop. I do not resist. I want more of him so much.And soon, he pushes himself away from me, let me clench his fingers into a fist and take small steps backwards. He closes his eyes, biting his lips in the sexiest way possible. This man has me in a trance and can easily control me however he wants. He could have me do anything he just doesn't know.“F***!’’ he shouts yet again, before engulfing me in his arms and kissing me yet again. This time, the kiss is more passionate, more dema
The rays of the sun filtered through my bedroom window when I woke up. I was in a particularly good mood this morning. I had a dream about my mother like I always do, and this time, it felt as if she was talking to me, encouraging me and urging me to stay strong despite how my stepmother treats me. She was reminding me of my promise to my stepfather.It felt as if she was right there with me, talking to me non-stop, protecting and guiding me. My eyebrows scrunched as I noticed the open window and the envelope that sat on top of the window mounted on a piece of nail. I stretch my hand, picking up the envelope and tearing it open. My heart beating drastically at the possibility of what would be for me on the inside. This is how messages were delivered through the pack. I never got many. Not a lot of times at least. I did my job diligently. Messages were often presented to someone if they were to be punished for something they did or did not do, saying it made me nervous.The letter ins
My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside the grand double doors of the study in the pack house. With a trembling hand, I raised it to knock, my knuckles tapping against the wood. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, heightening my nerves. The weight of the moment settled on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me inside.The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Pierce, Weston's mother. Her stern expression mirrored the unease that churned in my gut. She motioned for me to enter with a curt nod, as if I were a rabbit. I stepped forward, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. As I crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood filled my senses, reminding me of previous visits to the pack house. I had always cleaned his room but never will the Alpha order the Queen inside it. Never being in their presence has always been a success for me. Going unnoticed has always been the goal. And there right now, I find myself in the jaws of d
My meeting with Alpha Mark left me feeling mentally exhausted. Or maybe it was because of that an expression that the Queen kept giving me even while the Alpha spoke. I know that she hated me. She never put in the art of trying to hide that, but unless they wondered if even she herself could really answer the question of why she hated me so much. Was it just pure resentment for something I had never done? or was it just a natural Instinct of feeling for her? I could never hate someone for no reason. Especially when they've never done anything wrong to me. I just don't understand how she can hate me with so much passion.Alpha Mark’s words however resonated inside me. He wanted me to keep away from his son. This one word that I had heard from the Queen over and over again. As I turned the corner, my breath hitched in my throat. There he was— Weston, standing tall and imposing. I've never been nervous when I saw Weston but right now, with the words of his father ringing in my head, I c
The whole argument with Bethany still lingered in my mind. I could not fully understand why she would choose to behave like this. While I hated my step sister, I believed that she was intelligent and that she would see right through Justin’s act. Yet, like always, she is convinced that I'm trying to steal something from her. Someone. If only she would understand that I'm not interested in Justin and I never will be.A bad feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach, realizing that Patricia and Aria’s presence today might have something to do with the Alpha or his cousin.Everytime I think about Weston, simple images about our kids play in my mind. and all I want to do is make out with him again. All I want is to feel his hands on my body, exploring me, touching me, kissing me and wanting me to himself. As we lead Patricia and Aria into the forest where we could easily talk away from the prying eyes and ears of my stepmother and stepsisters, we remain silent. I always felt safe eac
I reached the foyer where Mistress Mary stood, with a stack of papers in her hands. I somehow felt uneasy about it,while I loved to work, seeing her holding papers like that meant more work; not for all the servants, but for me. The perks of being called her favorite servant came with the mistreatment of having more chores slumped on my shoulders. Her sharp gaze met mine as I approached, and I straightened my posture, attempting to hide my nervousness. Mistress Mary and I always got along smoothly. She was wonderful and I always made sure to do what I was told. She hardly ever reprimands me, and she always gives me enough time off when there isn't too much work to do, which is mostly never."Ah, Alondra, just the person I was looking for," Mistress Mary said, her voice with authority. "I have some important news. We will be receiving guests in two days, and preparations must be made immediately."Guests? My heart sank. The pack house was already a hive of activities, and the thought
He stared at me before pulling his hands away from mine. my heartbeat rapidly as I watched his actions. He got up from the bed before he began pacing around the room. He was quiet and I didn't dare speak up. whatever was going on in his mind or something only he could deal with. All I wanted was to be told what he felt. I knew that this was unexpected but I hope that it will be considered good news. “I am three months pregnant.’’ I spoke again this time specifying it. he turned to look back at me. there were tears in his eyes. I got up from bed before bringing my hands over his beautiful face. caressing his cheeks. wiping the tears on his face. He slid down from my hands and slowly dropped to his knees. I stared at him with confusion. He brought his hands over my stomach and then lay his head on it. and he listened. It was the strangest thing I had ever felt. having his hands wrapped around my waist and his head on my tummy was weird. not the kind of bad weird but the welcoming wei
“Whenever I come to the Pack house I always know I'm coming here to clean or prepare some food for the rest of you before you wake up. It feels so weird now.’’ I said to Aria, as we walked the Halls of the packhouse together. The truth is that it did feel weird. Whenever I'm here I am a servant. I'm either cleaning the rooms or preparing food. I was either on kitchen duty or storage Duty. But to walk these holes as the Queen wasn't a difference I expected. I felt overwhelmed. I felt like this always had been changed. Like the colors kept sucking me in.“ What if I cannot do this? What if I cannot be the Queen that they expect me to be? I'm not like all of you. I haven't lived my entire life being trained on how to lead and how to be a royal. I understand nothing about the etiquettes of dealing with other royals on how to be in your circles.’’ Aria rubbed my shoulders as she spoke. “ We all learn. and we all have a starting point. For us our starting point has always been bad. and for
“Did she accept?’’ Weston asked, his arms around my waist as he kissed me deeply. my lips were planted on his as my arms were around his shoulders. I loved him. for the first time in a long time I could say that without feeling guilty. without feeling like it was a grave mistake and that I wasn't allowed to. For the first time in a long time I had the freedom to love who I love. without judgment. Without the fear of Execution.“ I love you.’’ saying it out loud felt more filling than anything I've ever felt. It felt like I had always been chained and those shackles were just broken. It felt like I had been drowning and someone had just pulled me out of the water. it felt like I had been sinking in quicksand and my head and finally made it up at the surface for a breath of fresh air. I was free. I was happy. The love of my life was my mate. And finally all the love that I had for him was not misplaced. it was rightfully their. he was my mate. Our mate bond had been so strong that even
“Patricia is a lot of things. and over the past few weeks I was confused as to why she treated me the way she did. but I believed that it had to be the pregnancy. maybe the hormones or something. but this? this betrayal against her own family and the Pack itself is unbelievable.’’ I said as I sat beside Aria, rubbing my hand on her shoulder. “ I know. when I heard about it I couldn't believe it.’’ “ I still can't believe it.’’ I answered with a chuckle. “ I mean it feels so unreal. everything around me doesn't feel like it's real. everything is crumbling so fast and there are so many secrets are spilling out.’’ I pose for a moment. my mates words ring inside my head causing my emotions to feel like a storm inside me. I feel stupid. I feel foolish. I keep on wondering why I have not figured it out. why I have not seen it from the start. how is it that my step mother had been a witch all this time and I couldn't even know it. what would cause a person to hit another so much that the
“Everything is going to be alright.’’ I whispered as I held him in my arms. I could tell that he was distraught. He was not okay and I was only trying my best to comfort him. my heart broke for him. While the Queen had been a horrible person towards me, she was still a person. And she did her job diligently. She was a wonderful Queen. She has raised and trained my mate to be a great Alpha.“ She was found dead in her chambers. Poisoned.’’“ Patricia killed your mother?’’ the words flew out of my mouth before I had the chance to stop them. and I was afraid of the impact that they would have on my mate. He lay his head on my lap as he cried. and I couldn't help but want to comfort him. but I didn't know how. All I could do was play with his hair and tell him that everything is going to be alright. this was the first time that I had seen him vulnerable. it was also the first time that he had let himself cry in my presence. I sympathize with him. what had happened to him is traumatizing.
“What do you mean?’’ My voice felt heavy and drowning, I felt dizzy. “Alondra, listen to me. my sister was working with…’’“ That's impossible. She's your sister for crying out loud. I would understand when you didn't believe me but how can you not believe your own sister?’’“ She confessed.’’ Those words were heavy and damning. like a testament I couldn't quite stand. working with Adrian? That's impossible. all of this had happened because of me. there is no way that she was working with him.“ Listen to me, Adrian is good at manipulating. He's good at twisting things. heat against those who seem weak and he exploits them. you did the same with me so I believe that your sister's confession means nothing. Adrian must be manipulating her in some way or forcing her to confess. have you look into the Marshall questionmark he must be blackmailing her anyway. investigate and check if…’’“ It's true.’’ he interrupted as he placed a hand on my shoulder. When I looked into his eyes I could s
“I made a mistake.’’ he let out, his eyes were cast down at my feet. I didn't know how to feel about this. He was the Alpha and he was my mentor. but he was admitted to me? That isn't right. no matter what he had done.‘ get up.’’ I let out a low tone. He had so much effect on me. I couldn't stand to watch him suffer. ‘ please get up.’’‘ not until you forgive me.” he let out as he brought his hands over his face and wiped away a tear. all my life I have never seen him cry. yet he was crying right now and he was crying because of me. What am I to do with myself? Am I ready to forgive him? what he had done greatly hurt me.“ You used me.”“ I never intended it to look that way. I have loved you every second of my life Alondra. From the moment I met you, I Loved You. and I have struggled to keep these feelings to myself all while being best friends. but when I found out that you and I were made I didn't take it very well. I was confused. the very thing I had been wishing for all my life
“What are you talking about?’’ Aria asked, confusion etched on her disgruntled expression. “I thought that you wanted nothing to do with me because Patricia hated me now. she accused me of wanting to sleep with her mate and ever since she visited me at the dungeon she believes that I put her brother's life in danger.’’ I feeling judgment in the air.“ You did nothing wrong, Alondra. you are only a victim.’’“ But you don't understand. The man leading the battle, his name is Adrian. I believe I'm the one who let him into the pack.’’ I could feel the weight of my words as I spoke them yet that did not deter me. She had to know the truth. “ I was stupid and I didn't know better. In my mind I was only helping a person in need. I brought him into our house and I nursed him back to health. but he ran away before I got a second chance. Only left me with a warning that the alphas' life was in danger and nothing more. I didn't know what to do. I was confused about Industries. I was being stup
Six months. He had known about it for 6 months yet he hadn't bothered to tell me. what was I to do with that information other than feel heartbroken? I would go to the moon and back just to protect my relationship with Weston. I would risk my very life just to make sure he was okay. Yet the courtesy of telling me the truth is what he lacked? I slammed my back against the wall as I slumped down and sat on the cold floor. I brought my knees towards my chest as I buried my hands in my face and began to cry. I couldn't stop myself. I felt broken and alone. the only person that I believed I could trust in the entire world had betrayed me. He didn't care about how I felt over those six months. Over everything that we do in the garden. over the love that we have shared and the trust that we rebuilt between each other. all of that just for him to Harbor such a big secret all along?The battle in the pack had lasted more than three days now. from time to time Weston would come into the room