“Alondra, you better fucking get up, you lazy bone!’’ My stepmother's voice rings through the house. My head shoots up from the sheets, closing my eyes beadily when the bright, yellow lines of the sun enters my eyes. I did not even close my bedroom window last night when I slammed myself in bed. I was tired. I was exhausted from all the running.Something about that brings back fresh memories of a stranger who chased me down the forest.“Alondra!’’ I get down from the bed immediately. I have no idea when my stepmother and stepsisters got home. I don't even know what time it is to begin with. All I know is that the sun has risen.Looking down at the clothes I'm wearing, I shake my head before opening the door and running down the stairs. My stepmother is seated on the couch, her fingers massaging her forehead as she shuts her eyes. “I'm having a terrible headache, I need you to head out and get me some pain killers.’’“But we have those in the kitchen.’’ I say, watching the way sh
Everything seemed different. At Least different from the castles I'd built up in my head. Weston made a name for himself. The first ever Alpha of this Pack that got out of the comfort of the palace and interacted with the people. He had spent the past week familiarizing himself with the troubles of the Citizens and what he could do to fix them. Other than that, he had busied himself with other duties like officially meeting new Alphas and other aspiring Warriors who wanted to fight for the pack's security. There was a lot going on, especially because of the change in leadership.I had not seen Mrs Pierce so far, it was as if she had disappeared. She had not left the Pack House. Neither had Trish and Aria. The last time I had seen them was before the inauguration. Was I worried? Not quite. The only reason why Patricia and Aria would spend time locked up in the Castle was if they were saddled with just the equal responsibilities as those of Weston. I, on the other hand, was doing a
What the hell is he doing here? Could it be because he's looking for me? Come on Alondra, you're only flattering yourself. You're not that important. He would not leave the Pack house for you. The packhouse. I don't even know who he is or where he's from. He has never been in this Pack and so I have a lot of questions. Most of the guests had already left and went back to their homes by now, but he lingered by. Could it be because he felt disrespected by our encounter. Was he waiting for the moment where he would catch me in my wolf form and then punish me for the disrespect? I should have stayed home that day. I should have just cried myself to sleep instead of going for a run like I did. Why does everything I do always get me into trouble? “Wait, he's looking at me!’’“No he’s looking at me!’’ Bethany and Zoe argue, pushing each other out of the windows side. He was indeed looking in that direction. But there was just something about him. Something sinister and dangerous. I
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