“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
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
The bucket of water clasped in my hands fell with a heavy thud, just as I was kicked to the ground. "You think you're special than us!'' Linda, daughter of the servant supervisor and the eldest among us all, shouted as she repeatedly kicked my stomach. "The Alpha shows you attention and you think you're special?'' She shouted, gaining laughter from her minions. "Please, stop!'' My voice came out whimpered and broken, I tried to clasp my stomach but was met with the shattering tragedy of getting kicked again. "Weston becomes Alpha soon. And when he does, he finds a mate more worthy, and leave you to rot!'' The very words had shattered my heart. Not just the thought of being abandoned, but Weston choosing another as his mate. "ALONDRA!'' A masculine voice shouted at a distance, shattering the calm of the day. Linda stopped in her tracks and bowed her head, horror written on her face. "Alpha, I...'' "Save it, you'll get what's coming for you in the cells.'' Weston responded, befo
When I entered the house that afternoon, the atmosphere was dripping heavily with tension. I made my way into the kitchen where I found my step mother standing across the kitchen sink, staring at me with disdain. "There has to be something seriously wrong with you.'' she started, as I placed the basket of fresh vegetables on the kitchen counter. "Good afternoon stepmother.'' I say, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. "I just went to talk to the Queen and she didn't seem very happy to see me. What have you done this time, Alondra?'' "Nothing. Perhaps she was just tired, or...'' Thwart! A hard slap sounded across the room and I felt a stinging pain on my cheek. I placed my hand on my cheek, caressing it gently as I turned to stare at my stepmother. "Don't be smart with me. You did something." She said, pointing wickedly at me. "I am not going to have your whore behavior ruining my business with the Queen.'' she spat. "Weston is my best friend!'' I say, as I fight the tears that re
“Bu..but I thought you said you were going to wait until you found your mate.’’ I let out, finding the words even though my mind was a storm of emotions.“I am going to be alpha. That responsibility falls on my shoulders, whether I want to or not. I would want to avoid it with everything that I have, but I just can't. Everyone is looking up to me…’’“And I believe in you, Weston. You are my best friend, but I just don't think this is the right step for you.’’ I thought out loud, meeting his eyes for a split second. “A mate should be someone destined for you. you can't just choose one.’’“And you think I don't know that?’’ he let out, as he slowly walked away from me. His fingers found his hair, as he paced around. We were only a short distance away from the garden. “Alondra, all I want is to become a good Alpha, and if that means that I would have to sacrifice my own happiness for the bitterness of the park, then, so be it.’’“But you don't have to. You can be happy and the pack would
The birthday ceremony for Weston was not as bad as we all had expected. I had spent the time serving drinks and taking away some of the plates and dishes. While the Queen had demanded that it was a ceremony for wine and champagne instead of food, the food prepared for their children had been brought by werewolf dignitaries into the pack.Weston's birthday party was unlike anything ever seen. I couldn't help but feel that he was sleeping from my fingers already, as I watched him interact with everyone. I believed that sooner or later, things would have to change, and I wasn't sure whether that would mean our friendship dynamic as well.Feeling rather suffocated in the presence of such loyalty and conversations, I could hardly understand. I choose to sneak out and head to the balcony. I knew that none of them would notice me going because they were all engrossed in other conversations. There were more than enough servants to distribute the rest of the remaining champagne, in case any of
“Alondra, you incompetent child get down here this minute!’’ The loud echoing voice of my stepmother rang through the house, making me jolt out of bed in a hurry. My mind replayed the last minutes of yesterday before I went to sleep, trying to remember whether there was something I had forgotten to do. I had been so tired and held up with the preparations of the party. It was my chance to prove to my stepmother that I deserved to attend. I had promised to do all the chores she had given to me before the day came. Well, now, the day has arrived, and I'll be damned if she comes up with new chores. Suddenly, my bedroom door swings open, Bethany walks in with a scroll on her face. “Mother has been calling you for the past 20 minutes, is it really that difficult for you to get your lazy self downstairs?’’My eyebrows furrow, as I stare at her.“What does she want?’’ I ask as I pace around my bedroom, picking up a cardigan and draping it over my body. I open the bedroom windows and star
Mrs Pierce and my stepmother exchange pleasantries at the door. They shake hands and there is a sinister smile on my stepmother's face as she bids her goodbye. However, Instead of just going, Mrs Pierce walks back to the house suddenly. I take a deep breath, reminding myself to remain calm and not to cry.“And before I forget my dear, your duties at the pack house will be allocated to someone else. You're going to be handling the garden and the Warriors halls from now on. I encourage that you refrain from any path that may cross with my son's.’’ she says that with the biggest smile on her face. So casually and yet with the meanest demeanor I've ever seen.“Do we understand each other?’’ I can't help but find myself nodding vigorously. The strength to open my mouth and say something has left me. The energy to stand up and talk to her is not with me. I am broken. I am afraid. Not only of the Alpha's mother, but also because the day that I dreaded the most has finally come. And it hasn