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~Summer~ I could not believe Sebastien was taking me on a date, and he called me a Butterfly. I didn't know how to feel about it. I was nervous, excited and afraid. I feared I might mess things up for us here if things got bad. Even though they offered a good settlement should there be a fallout, I like the environment for us. The children were happy, and there were prospects for the younger ones to be adopted. Winter and I can start our baking business again, maybe not full-time, but it will be attainable. The market is good, and it means we might be able to expand. The possibilities were endless, and because of it, I was afraid that hanging out with Sebastien like this would mess things up. I couldn't shake off the fact that he was mine or supposed to be mine. The ride was somewhat silent until we got into the city. He slowed down and stole a glance at me. He was a bit playful compared to the last time I saw him. It was as if he had let his guard down. "Have you eaten?" He
~Summer~ "How are things at the orphanage? Are the kids settling in well?" Sebastien asked, finally something I could discuss with him without feeling uneasy. I nodded. "They love it there; it is fresh air and luxury compared to where we come from. Both you and Alpha Noah have been very kind to us. I doubt we can repay your kindness," I said, and his smile faded as if I was making him uncomfortable. I just hoped it wasn't something I said. "So what do you think about the administration and management of the place? Do you have any idea on how we can improve the place?" He asked, and I frowned at him. "I can't answer that, Alpha. Mary and Joyce run the place; we work under them. They were obvious when they told us we should discuss everything we wanted with them so they could relay it to you or Alpha Noah. We are not to deal with you directly," I said, and there was a tick on his jaw. He was mad. I saw him grind his teeth in annoyance. Sebastien took a deep breath, his eyes narro
~Summer~While we waited for Winter to bring the evidence, Sebastien continued to speak to Mary and Joyce."The two of you have been poisoning the children, I see," Sebastien said, and they shook their heads. "What do you do with all the food and money delivered to this orphanage? Why should they eat poorly, and why will you say such painful things to them? This place aims to create a home for the children where they will be loved and wanted. This isn't a concentration camp. Is this what my mother appointed you to do?" he asked Mary, and she shook her head."And who told you that Miss Ashfield and Miss Crayton would work under you? Didn't you get the memo?" He asked. "They are your supervisors and are in charge of the orphanage. For as long as they are in Mountain, they run the orphanage. Do not tell me that Gamma Tevin didn't tell you," He said, and Mary began to stammer. I couldn't believe they were given the instruction."We were waiting for Lady Albert," Joyce said in a small voi
Winter The day was truly chaotic, to be honest. All I craved was a sip of whiskey and a good night's sleep. One of the advantages of being in the orphanage was its premium liquor collection, which proved to be a soothing aid for my sleep. Yet, I couldn't shake the concern that my visits to the bottle might be becoming a bit too frequent. I'm mindful not to overindulge, just seeking enough to ease my nerves and find some solace in sleep. After all that unfolded today, I desperately needed some tranquillity. The conflicts with Mary and Joyce had stirred frustration within me. Despite entertaining thoughts of retaliation, I reminded myself of the promise I made to Summer – to keep my composure. So, I chose to adhere to that commitment. Believe me, it was an incredibly challenging situation. Witnessing Mary address the children in that manner and then dismissively telling me to mind my business was truly disheartening. Our arrangement with the Alphas didn't involve working alongsi
Winter Noah didn't appear offended by my question. If he harboured any emotions, he kept them well hidden. Dealing with people like him, who were challenging to read, presented its own set of difficulties. Silence, it seemed, was my safest course of action. "More whiskey?" he inquired, and a wave of shame washed over me. The concern lingered that he might assume I had a drinking problem. Despite my true inclination, I immediately shook my head in refusal. "I just want company," he mentioned, and I furrowed my brow, trying to decipher his intent. "You asked why I requested for you," he reminded me, and I nodded, feeling a bit foolish for forgetting my original question. Whether I should feel honoured or not, I couldn't quite decide. It seemed inconsequential. "Since you won't tell me what went on in Hayland, care to share what you want to do now?" he inquired, rising from his chair and heading to the bar to prepare drinks. I averted my gaze, avoiding the temptation to ask for more.
~Winter~ Noah wasn't playing; the glint in his eyes when he spoke of his intentions said it all. I would be a fool to deny the truth and say he was bluffing because I knew he wasn't. I looked at the direction Sebastien led Summer, and I fought the temptation to call Summer a traitor. The least she could have done for me was remain; maybe that would have made Noah choose his words carefully, but I doubted their presence would have deterred him, and I doubted Sebastien led Summer away to give us space. I believe he led her away because he had his intentions towards her. I remained still, unsure how to respond to Noah's words. He kept his eyes on me, and his look showed pure intent. Putting down the cutlery, he got up and approached me. The spoon in my hand began to shake, or better still, my hand shook with fear and anticipation. It was a weird mix, but here I was, oscillating between both, with each emotion bleeding into the other. What would he do to me? The thought alo
~Winter~ Alone in bed, I awoke with a jolt, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings of the alphas' duplex. Panic set in until the realisation dawned on me. I scanned the room, seeking Noah, but the space next to me was vacant and chilled, indicating he had either left hours ago or never occupied that bed. Glancing at the clock, which read five in the morning, memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and the consequences of my actions with Noah became painfully clear—I had made a regrettable mistake. "Great Winter. Way to go," I said, burying my face in my palm. Knowing somehow I had just complicated things for myself in Mountain. I didn't know how to read Noah's actions. Why didn't he sleep in his bed? Was it because of me? He didn't even fuck me properly. He just ate me out. Was he mad that I passed out? I didn't know what to think or how to feel, but I felt like I had done something wrong. Getting off the bed, I gathered my clothes and wore them quickly. I
~Winter~ Noah wasn't the kind of man who took no for an answer, and his persistent nature both intrigued and infuriated me. I couldn't deny that there was a magnetic pull in his determination, an energy that seemed to challenge me at every turn. As I sat there, engrossed in the file before me, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Noah would indeed make good on his threat. The temptation to push him over, to test the limits of his audacity, crept over me. Would he follow through on his promise to clear the table and take me right there in the office? It was a scenario that danced on the edge of my curiosity and apprehension. I wasn't one to back down from a challenge, but the venue was all wrong, and a nagging thought lingered in my mind – anyone could walk into the office at any moment, and Noah wouldn't bat an eye. In that moment, I made a decision. Respecting both myself and the professional environment around us, I carefully put down the file I was reviewing. The hushed click o