" Of Course. We can just move past this. I believe we can, Patricia," I responded with excitement in my voice. "We are stronger together, and I hope we can find a way to support each other in the challenges that lie ahead. I do not want to lose you as a friend."A flicker of relief danced across Patricia's face, and for a brief moment, the weight of our differences seemed to dissipate. She was a wonderful person. Even though she went through her own challenges she was still great.As we worked together I couldn't help but feel that this was going to be great. my relationship with Weston was perfect now. he 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 the curiously. She stayed up at me with a smile before continuing.‘ nost
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 Pack 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 Pack 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 the door closed behind her, I cautiously emerged from my hiding place, my heart still racing with the intensity of the moment. Weston's eyes found mine, a mixture of relief and concern swirling within them.In my mind I could not help but wonder why Patricia was behaving so differently. there was something off about her. She was always rude to me and seemed to find different ways to pick a fight. Now the way she was talking to Weston was full of unearthing resentment. She was angry about something. Maybe they were all just hormones because of her pregnancy."Alondra," Alpha Weston breathed, reaching out for me, his touch seeking solace in the midst of chaos. "I'm sorry you got dragged into this. I never wanted things to escalate like this."I took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, offering reassurance amidst the turmoil. "We'll find a way to navigate through this, Weston. We'll protect our secrets, our pack, and each other."He nodded, a flicker of determination igniting in
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,"
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