Standing in front of us both is Weston. My heart keeps beating faster. My wolf is excited. Somehow, I can't help but fight the blush that creeps up my cheeks. Weston would always have an effect on me, no matter how damn much I didn't want it.“Get out of here, this instance, before I make an example out of you!’’ He says the words with authority. And the Admiral doesn't hesitate here before disappearing in the opposite direction immediately. I can't help but look at him with shock. Weston was indeed an Alpha, but he has never been one to threaten anyone. The fear in the Admiral was genuine and sincere.All of a sudden, Weston's expression turns to a worried one. He moves towards me quickly and brushes his knuckles over my face. The touch is gentle. It is calming. I find myself incoherently shutting my eyes and taking in His Touch. His hands come over my shoulders. My stomach. I feel his eyes all over me. “Did he hurt you, Alondra?’’ It is only now that my mind registers his words -
“I assumed you were going to be an intelligent girl and do the right thing.’’ the voice startles me. I turn around only to find Mrs. Pierce standing behind me. I can't help but wonder whether she's been listening in on the conversation between Western and I the whole time. I bow my head in respect for her, feeling my fingers shake by her presence. She honestly scares me. Not only because of her authority, but because of the things she’d do to me. She has hated me from the very beginning and I know there's nothing I can do to change that.“Pardon me, Luna..’’“Don't even bother, Alondra. We had a very pleasant conversation this morning and I expected you to abide by our agreement.’“But, I did not–'’“You did not do what? You did not call for him? You did not go out looking for him? Or you are not seeking his help; which one?’’ She speaks with a lot of hatred and disgust. The way she looks at me tells me exactly that.“Yes, my queen. I did not go looking for him. I listen to your inst
“Back when I was 12, I had a best friend. Her name was Maria. She was kind and she had a beautiful heart and I loved spending time with her. She wasn't like all the other friends that mother had forced on me, she didn't spend hours talking about her manicure, she was a servant’s daughter.’’ Patricia started, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my shoulders.“I remember her,’’ Aria said. “Maria was Darren’s little sister.’’ There was an expression behind her face when she spoke Darren’s name. From what I know, Darren was the boy that Aria was in love with before she met her mate. I was not sure where they were headed with this conversation, but I was certainly curious.“Well, as you could guess, my mother disapproved of my friendship with Maria. She said that a noble's daughter can never be friends with the servant's daughter. She spoke of it like it was an abomination, like it would slander and dirty the Alpha's name. I was stubborn. I was really stubborn, and my actions c
I walk quickly. Many people turn their heads to look at me but I ignore them. I wanted to disappear before the ceremony started. If I didn't, then it would be direct disobedience. Our house wasn't that far away, but it was almost at the edge of the pack where the forest began.I glanced at the garden and remembered my encounter with Weston earlier this morning. I breathe in deeply, reminding myself that Weston was not mine. He was not my mate, he was just my best friend. Currently, he was going to be nothing to me. The friendship between us was uprooted like a weed and cast aside.One foot before another, one step after another, my skirt below my knees, the palms of my hands sweating as I wipe them against the fabric of my apron. finally, I took a corner and there was my house. A frown on my face at the realization that my stepmother and sisters have not yet left. When I enter the house, the first person who greets me with a scowl is Zoe.“I think I saw someone getting lectured by th
The celebrations for the Pack lasted as long as I expected. Part of the day was quiet, probably the moments where prominent nobles were giving speeches. I knew that if I wanted information about how the inauguration had gone, I could rely on my step sisters. They were always hell-bent on making my life a living hell and this time, I was one hundred percent sure they would not stop blabbering about today's ceremony. Part of that reason also laid on the gentlemen that had attended from other Packs, and a lot of women who were prone to enjoy this night. It had been about 5 hours since the incident with my stepmother. I had not left the room to go downstairs, but I could hear that the house was quiet. I knew that they were gone - they were long gone.“Dad, if only you were here, you would tell me what to do. You'd help me make the right decision.’’ I whispered looking up at the sky from my bedroom window. It is at this moment that an exciting idea strikes me. I open my bedroom door an
“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