“My maid and I were merely passing through,” I said, returning her practiced smile. “I had no intention o interrupting your work”.
Caleb’s face paled. “Oh, my lady, it would be no interruption at all! We would be devastated to watch you leave. It-it was a mistake, truly!” I allowed a small pause before shaking my head. “I have suddenly lost the interest today or any other day. if you do want me to shop from you, send someone to the house, I would be happy to happy to do business with you then”. “Ma’am!” Miriam yelled. I shot her a glare and she sealed her lips, lowering her head. With a curt command, I said, “Let’s leave!” I turned and headed towards the car. Miriam hesitated. “If you want to stay here, that’s your business,” I tell her as I pull the door open and get in. She scrambled towards the door, reaching for the handle and pulling it open. She quickly got in. I ordered the driver to take us back to the house. I looked towards the window. My eyes never left the window until we arrived at the house. I got out of the car and headed straight towards the room. Hours passed and I suddenly felt my stomach twist. Was I even ready to get married? i ran away from my old pack because they intended to sell me off to get married to an old man. Yet here I was getting married a hotter guy just so I would peacefully. I was hated here the same wat I was hated there. Should I have ever left? Should I have endured until I couldn’t take it anymore? I was distracted by the rattling doors that kept the separated the balcony from the room. The doors were slightly ajar and now the wind pushed the doors back and forth. I wouldn’t have realized how much time had passed if I hadn’t walked towards the balcony. I reached for the curtains and pulled them open. I walked past the doors and walked outside. A cold breeze rushed in, wrapping around me. I shut my eyes for a moment and took in a breath or two. My lips slowly curled into a smile. I missed the peace the night gave. I pried my eyes open and walked further into the balcony. I reached for the sleek glass railing hat stretched from one side of the wall to the other before me, offering an amazing view of the city. The street light shone but they didn’t outmatch the stars in the sky. Music and chatter erupted from the bustling city lights and my chest tightened. I would never be apart of the laughter that filled the air. I would have people to talk endlessly with. I didn’t know how it felt to not have people sneer, snicker and whisper every time as you walked by because they deemed you dangerous at birth because of something I couldn’t control. I would never be able to have this feeling. I would never feel what they feel. Love. I leaned further off the balcony, letting the air wrap around me. i parted my lips, trying to take in as much air as possible.. My eyes began to burn. I clenched my jaw, inhaling sharply through my nose. I blinked rapidly, forcing my tears back. My chest rose in uneven breaths. I bit the inside of my cheek, the sharp sting grounding me but my lips still trembled, betrayed what I tried so hard to hide. My vision blurred for half a second before I blinked rapidly, swallowing against the pressure rising in my chest. I tried to steady myself. A sharp inhale. A held breath. A slow exhale. I tried to repeat this cycle then I realized, no one was here to witness my pain as anyway so I let it out. A broken sob slipped past my lips-quiet, at first, as if I could still take it back but once it started, I couldn’t stop. The next breath hitched in my throat, the next sob rougher, more desperate. I hadn’t cried in a while. I could remember so vividly the first time I had shed a tear. It was in the orphanage where I was dropped off as a child. I was bullied for being a daughter a rogue at lunch time. I was pushed off the slide and I scratched my knee, I still have the scar till this day. I sobbed but no one cared. They all laughed in my face and from then on, I refused to cry because what good did it do but right now, crying felt a little freeing. I lifted my up my heel, putting all my weight on my toes as I ached for the wind, the air to take me whole. I leaned forward. Suddenly, someone’s arms caught my shoulders, pulling me back. The strong arms wrapped me and pulled me back, away from the balcony. I gasped. The person’s heartbeat wasn’t steady but slowly steadied as he pulled me to the ground. I tried to fight it but eventually leaned back. There wasn’t anyone else I knew other than the guards, Alpha Cohen and Miriam. Miriam wouldn’t come and she had a slender figure not a large one. The guards on the other hand hated my guts, one more than the other. That leaves Cohen. What did he want from me? Had he heard the news? Did he want to talk about the wedding? His lips parted and I could feel his breath on my neck. It sent a shiver through me. “I can’t go ahead with the wedding,” I blurted. “Don’t send me back! Don’t send me back please!” My head began throbbing and I shut my eyes. “Don’t send me back,” I pleaded, one last time.I looked over at Gabriel, narrowing my eyes. “He told me to stay here so you wouldn’t do anything stupid,” he informed me. I scoffed. Stupid?I rolled my eyes and slipped back into bed, speechless. Had he done this because he genuinely cared? His expression didn’t say so.“I heard you tried to kill yourself”.There goes the chatty guard Gabriel. I didn’t indulge, instead I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my head. That didn’t faze him, he just kept talking. “You shouldn’t do that again,” he instructed. I scoffed. Did he expect me to just listen to him?“Cohen’s mother died and it still haunts him,” he explained. “He blames himself for her death so when he saw you, he called the family doctor to examine your scars and to check if you ingested something”.The realization hit me. No wonder he was so angry?‘I belonged to him,” I mumbled his words as I recalled them. “His mother was mentally ill, she became that way after her miscarriage. She had a series of misc
I could feel someone’s hands on me. My heart immediately began racing and my breath came out in fast paces. No one touched me with the right intentions. It was either was either an aggressive touch, forcing me out of my sleep to do something for them and Tesson’s touch was never calm, it was never soft, it always had a deeper reason. His hands never caressed my face as this touch did. His touch either grabbed my arms or reached for my skirt. I began to wear jeans and never let myself sleep deeply to evade his touch. He’d tell me to be glad that he was touching me, after all no one wanted me because I was a daughter of a rogue and he told me that was what love is, but right now, this gentle brush against my face didn’t feel anything like how he touched me. Was this love? I pried my eyes open and met Cohen staring back at me. I frowned slightly. This wasn’t love either. I stared at him, wondering what he wanted. Did something happen? Why was he here? Suddenly, my mind went
The door was pushed open. Steven and Gabriel walked in. Steven glanced at me. His eyes narrowed the moment he saw me. Disapproval curled at the edges of his expression, his lips pressing into a thin, unimpressed line. There was no need for words—his stare alone made it clear i was unwelcome.I don’t know why he hated me and I don’t know if I even wanted to know. He was sizing up something unworthy, something that didn’t belong. And when his eyes met hers again, they were cold, filled with silent accusation.I knew he didn’t want me here and thought that I didn’t belong here but he had no choice. After all, I was going to marry Cohen in a few days. I couldn’t still imagine how close it was. I was going to marry someone I barely knew to save myself.At least, he was good looking.Gabriel, on the other hand, stood unbothered.“Are you going to just stand there?” Cohen questioned and Steven faced him, quickly.“S-sorry,” Steven lowered his head as he stuttered.“What’s your reason for bei
I could feel someone’s hands on me. My heart immediately began racing and my breath came out in fast paces. No one touched me with the right intentions. It was either was either an aggressive touch, forcing me out of my sleep to do something for them and Tesson’s touch was never calm, it was never soft, it always had a deeper reason. His hands never caressed my face as this touch did. His touch either grabbed my arms or reached for my skirt. I began to wear jeans and never let myself sleep deeply to evade his touch.He’d tell me to be glad that he was touching me, after all no one wanted me because I was a daughter of a rogue and he told me that was what love is, but right now, this gentle brush against my face didn’t feel anything like how he touched me. Was this love?I pried my eyes open and met Cohen staring back at me. I frowned slightly. This wasn’t love either. I stared at him, wondering what he wanted. Did something happen? Why was he here?Suddenly, my mind went back to las
“My maid and I were merely passing through,” I said, returning her practiced smile. “I had no intention o interrupting your work”.Caleb’s face paled. “Oh, my lady, it would be no interruption at all! We would be devastated to watch you leave. It-it was a mistake, truly!”I allowed a small pause before shaking my head. “I have suddenly lost the interest today or any other day. if you do want me to shop from you, send someone to the house, I would be happy to happy to do business with you then”.“Ma’am!” Miriam yelled.I shot her a glare and she sealed her lips, lowering her head.With a curt command, I said, “Let’s leave!” I turned and headed towards the car.Miriam hesitated. “If you want to stay here, that’s your business,” I tell her as I pull the door open and get in. She scrambled towards the door, reaching for the handle and pulling it open. She quickly got in.I ordered the driver to take us back to the house. I looked towards the window.My eyes never left the w
I had seen the reactions of multiple women who were furious after being turned away from a prestigious boutique. i had thought it was quite funny but here I was trying to be like them. I wasn’t going to go all out and yell but I would –in the most subtle way possible- make them beg me. It’s either that no one recognized Giulia as the fiancée of Cohen or thought she wasn’t important. I knew they wouldn’t treat Cohen in such manner. No one would treat anyone who has power such away. No one would ever turn them down. I’ll like to believe no one knew who Giulia was because she didn’t come out much. Not looking away from Miriam, I commented, “Wow, is this how they treat their customers”. Miriam stared at me in confusion. “I suggest we leave”. I disregarded what she said and asked her, “Would you remind me of my full name?” She blinked, startled. “Ma’am?” “My name,” I repeated, lifting up my chin. “Say it.” Miriam hesitated, then, with a nervous glance toward the boutiqu