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 and

I hurried down the corridor of the pack house, carrying clean clothes from the laundry room for the guest rooms. The preparations for the impending arrival of the werewolf dignitaries were in full swing, and every moment counted. It felt like a circus inside the park house. Everyone was moving around not caring who they bumped into. Each person was trying to figure out where they belonged and what they were supposed to do. While mistress Mary was in charge of assigning duties to everyone, she seemed to have been given lesser duty to serve the servants who finished quite early and we're not sure what to do next. in the park whenever a servant is done with her duties they are extra points given for seeking extra work instead of going back to rest. I however, have never gotten the opportunity of Seeking extra work because my hands have always been full. My mind was focused on the tasks at hand, trying to distract myself from the lingering memory of the kiss Weston and I had shared two day

From my vantage point, hidden behind a cluster of trees, I watched as Seraphina approached the entrance of the pack house. Her steps exuded confidence, Something that I wish I had whenever I walked. Everything about her fully displayed someone who had lived her entire life training on human interaction and how to make the perfect first impression. I was already excited about being her friend and we had only talked for less than 2 hours. I felt proud to know that I had formed a genuine connection with her. not just because she was an important person but also because she seemed like a genuine person. As she entered the pack house, I couldn't help but wonder what he had really come to do. I knew that every guest was invited into the pack house for such ceremonies. Especially because there are not so many democrats who were invited this time. It seemed to be a small gathering. My thoughts drifted to Trish and Aria, my royal friends whom everyone felt I did not deserve. I knew that the

The ceremony had turned out to be a private one. and like what all the pack members were led to believe. rumors were that the contenders for the alphas had turned out to be more than expected. and the private ceremony was to decide who were going to be the lucky girls to make it to the finals. this all sounded like a f****** competition. as soon as a competition to compete for one man’s heart. Yet this very man has already won my heart. how can I argue and devoutly say that he doesn't deserve it? Of course I can't. Because Weston has my heart in a jar without even knowing it. Right now, all the alphas and the delegates have just come out from their own private meeting and it will now be announced to the public. I was both nervous and excited. my nervousness was still at the fact that I had not fully accepted Weston was going to be mated to another. But I guess I had to embrace reality. Weston did not mind. He was mated to another and his mate had not shown up. nowhere to choose anot

When morning came and I had barely gotten enough sleep, the only thing I wanted was to get last night’s incident out of my mind. Weston, was just the way to go about it. We had made plans to meet and go for a run, just like we used to do in the old days. It had become our little tradition, a way to escape our daily routine and seek some little freedom in our wolf form. As I made my way to the garden where we had agreed to meet, I could not help but feel nervous. I had missed him so much and now I was going to see him. Thinking about him made me trace my fingers over my lips remembering just how sweet and savory his kiss was. I had missed him so much and I hoped that this run would ease the tension on our shoulders and bring us back to how we were before. while you had kissed and made out who are still best friends and I wanted to remain so. I wanted to still be comfortable with him. I wanted him to see me as his best friend just as much as I saw him. The walk to the garden did