" I don't understand what you're telling me right now, Bryce." I paced in the infirmary hallways. I had thought everything was coming to an end. The lies, and the deceit but now he's telling me we have no proof? How the fuck not? I did my part, now he needs to do his part too. What the fuck was stopping him now?He must tell me outright what the fuck he is talking about. Isn't an affair forbidden in the Royal palace? The DNA was going to prove that the child belonged to Ethan and not him right? So what the fuck was he waiting for and what was so wrong about that? Why is he making me feel so stupid and frustrated right now? I was doing this for him, the pack and the Royal household. Why does he make me feel like a bad guy? Fucken why?"Forest, calm down. I get that you're angry and anxious right now but can we speak about this later? I need to be with Laura in there right now. She needs me and I need to get answers from the doctor on why this happened. Royal households don't get
"Grace, what are you doing?" I held her wrist trying to stop her. Not only did she look afraid but she muttered something to herself while trying to pack her things in a little brown leather suitcase on her bed. Her room was smaller than mine when I was living in the basement but decorated well, with fresh flowers on the bed stand. Pure white duvet, and curtains that matched well with the flowery wallpaper on the wall. The plain duvet and curtains gave it a nice contrast so it doesn't look busy. It gave your eyes somewhere to look at, and admire. Vintage. I loved it but that wasn't why I was in her room. My mind just liked to wonder and not face the reality of any situation. "I'm leaving this palace, and going back to my mother's pack." She answered without even looking at me. I could see she was serious about her decision but that was too drastic. We can talk about this situation and I'm sure we were going to come up with a plan to counter Laura's lies. She clearly can't keep
Today I woke up with a tightness in my chest which I was familiar with, and I knew which day it was. I felt like I was carrying a huge burden on my shoulder, and believe me no she-wolf should face that. Another year of rejection at the Choosing. I looked at myself in the mirror for about an hour wondering what was wrong with me. My eyes weren't that big to scare a potential mate, half the population in the world has light brown eyes right?My lips may have not been plumb, and pink like I would have loved, but they were not bad either. My height wasn't something to brag about, but as a she-wolf I was happy standing at 5'8. I had hip bearing hips that could easily carry an Alpha even though that wasn't what I would prefer. Black long hair, again was a universal colour, so why was this happening to me? Why was I the cursed she-wolf? "I know you've been disappointed these past couple of years, but I'm sure this year will be different." My mother tried to convince herself more than m
A howl filled the air signalling the beginning of the Choosing.I stood up from my chair, shaking my head trying to rid myself of Igrid's words. Her words had so much meaning but I couldn't decipher what she was trying to tell me. Did she know something I didn't? Could her words be true? Did the moon Goddess grant me another chance at having a mate? I hated what her words were doing to my psych. She was giving me hope. Hope that I had lost four years ago. I hate this feeling. I decided to stop overthinking and go inside the hall where the Choosing was taking place. I didn't want to be the last person to enter that room bringing more attention to me than I would like to.Inside was very fancy, and for some reason they went back to my favourite theme, I had seen in the Choosing. The Luna eclipse. I couldn't help the smile that graced my face even in the face of this atrocity exhibition called 'The Choosing.'Someone shook me, since I was lost in the decorations that soothed my soul
Ingrid left as soon as I gave my answer. I didn't know what she was up to, and how she was going to pull this off, but the prospect of leaving here, chosen, brought a smile to my face. Yes, once the fog passed a little I remembered her name. I was a little anxious, but I couldn't wait to hear my name being called by the scary Beta. For the first time in six years, I looked forward to hearing his gruff voice. Was I too optimistic? Should I leave room for disappointment Incase Igrid couldn't pull this off? I really wanted to, but for some reason I knew she would pull through for me, and was going to do as she promised. Yeah, I was a little naive but I didn't care. This is the best hope I ever got. Once suitors heard 'cursed girl' they looked the other way, but this Igrid girl and whoever she was working for, didn't care. Which was the cause for the hope that rose in me. After our talk, I finally relaxed and sat back down not minding the whispers anymore. Fuck them right? Imagine
"Luna Queen!" I blurted out bowing in respect, and my father bowed respectfully too. "Don't do that, little pup. That's so impersonal. You can call me Queen Mother, and you must be Mr Stademan." She turned towards my father, extending her hand to him. I think he was as shocked as I was. Did we get into the wrong room? I swear I saw my name written on the blue door. "Luna Queen. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, but we must be in the wrong room. We are sorry to disturb you." My father bowed again. "Don't be silly Mr Stademan. You're where you are supposed to be. I am the one who chose your daughter for my grandson." She said with a smile, and I interrupted without checking myself or who I was talking to. Damn mouth, always blurting things out without my consent. "But he is married. I just saw his wife with him in the hall. Unless you have another grandson we don't know about, I don't see how that is possible?" The glare I got from my father was enough to kill a bull, never min
I looked totally different, beautiful but still different. The hair, the expensive clothes and heavy make-up was not who I was. Yes, I was a girly girl who liked to doll herself up when I have time, but I didn't go to this extend. They call the look natural but I have more makeup on my face than anything else. How is that a natural look? Do they even know what natural mean?My hair that was black, now looked brunette with highlights. My lips were painted nude, so were my nails. I was wearing a champagne off shoulder lace gown with sleeves that reached under my elbows. The dress was decorated with lace but had a silk skirt which didn't look bad if I say so myself. I loved heels, heck I had bunch loads at my house even though I didn't pack any when I came to the Choosing but these silver pumps I was wearing now, were to die for, an inheritance I was going to keep for myself after this shitshow ended. "Are you ready?" Ingrid asked from behind me. I was admiring yet hating on myself i
"He started it." I complained like a pup after being scolded. "Queen mother, you know me. I don't behave like a lunatic. I am a respected Alpha not some mutt who can't control their tongue." My so-called husband responded even though I wasn't talking to him but his grandmother. "Calling me a cursed girl in front of my father is holding your tongue? Is that Alpha like?" I shouted at him. "Permit me to kill her, your majesty!" He growled at me. "Both of you, shut up!" Luna Queen growled at us. "No one is dying today. Do you hear me? Bryce doesn't even think of touching a hair on her head. If you ever touch her, I will kill you myself." She warned "...and you!" She turned to look at me, and I immediately bowed down. "Bryce is not only your husband but your Alpha, addresses him as one. Instead of you two fighting you should be figuring out how you are going to give me a heir tonight, which is not negotiable" she said the last part the minute our mouths were about to open. "Tonight?