**Honestly, my heart is racing for these two. I'm definitely #TeamAlores all the way! And I'm happy to announce that they won the vote yesterday from the last chapter. Unfortunately, very few voted for #TeamSetabel and I was actually rooting for them before but I guess I have to vote for #TeamAlores now. I feel so sad for Isabel tbat Seth isn't even trying to get the answers. Do you think he knows the answers and is just keeping quiet? Do you think Ares is going to know Alora's birthday and are you hoping for them to kiss? Let me know in the comments, see you all on Wednesday, Jane♥️
Alora. I froze as soon as the lady asked Ares for my birthday. I had been expecting her to ask him but I knew Ares would know that. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I kinda looked forward to Ares kissing me. The last time, his lips had felt so soft on mine in his drunken haze and a part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to be kissed. Not the rough way that Jax did that showed that he owned me. But maybe softly and slowly? Ugh, snap out of Alora! "Oh, it seems Ares doesn't know this one." The lady said and I frowned, turning to Ares who had a confused look on his face. "Do you mean the date precisely?" He asked and she nodded, looking at the card where I had provided my answers. There was no way Ares was going to get it, if it was the exact date. He only knew I was born on a moonless night, that was all. As much as he got the other answers correctly, it was impossible for him to get this and that made me feel sad. "..5..4." I heard the cried count down
Ares. I slammed the door to Alora's room angrily and a pang of guilt tore through me. Her teary violet eyes haunted me, and that fear that was almost gone was back making me feel like shit. However, it didn't stop the tiny prick of hurt that stung my heart at having realized that everything had been planned. It wasn't even what I had been expecting from Alora or Isabel. And I was shocked to think they would even do that. I could feel my anxiety building up with every moment Ezra breathed down my neck. His eyes watching me like a hawk and waiting for me to make a slight mistake. I didn't have time to go down to the theaters and play a couples game. I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I walked away from Alora's door, trying as much as possible to not look back. Fuck! I shouldn't have torn those concert tickets. It was no news for everyone at the estate that Alora had fallen in love with the famous musician known as Ed Sheeran. I had heard her listen to him with Raya
Alora. I sat on the floor, pulling my knees closer to my chest as I played with the pieces of the tickets littered around me. I couldn't read its contents so I just stared blankly at the words on each piece, trying to place them in the correct order. Maybe in the morning, I could ask Lana to help me glue them together. A tear threatened to fall past my eyes but I blinked them back. I was so tired of crying that it seemed like the pain in my heart was always going to be there. So why cry about something that wouldn't ever change? It was frustrating to think that I was ever going to be happy for a full day. But the more I tasted a bit of what happiness felt like, the more I longed for it. The more I desperately wanted to chase after it. But my legs were already so tired of chasing something that managed to go further from my reach, and it was only a matter of time before I collapsed and gave up on this life itself. I growled in frustration, pushing the papers away as I l
Alora. "Who did this?" I asked, looking up at Ares who stared at me silently. Watching me carefully. "My family." Ares responded, tearing his eyes away from me to look at his wrist. There was a deep scar that pierced through the other side of his wrist. That was a scar I had seen a lot of times on Ares. While the other ones were new. There was so much about Ares that I didn't know. He was powerful, but there seemed to be someone else beneath the facade. And I found myself curious about it. But as usual, Ares threw those walls back up, hitting my hand away from his chest before glaring at me. "You're going back to your room." He said, before he started down the hallway angrily, slamming his foot heavily on the cold hard floor. I didn't move, I couldn't move. Not after I had seen that. "Why aren't you healing?" I asked, confusion filled my face before I looked up to Ares who had stopped in his tracks. A dark aura surrounded him and I wanted to step back in fear. But I could
Ares. It's been more than fifteen years since anyone came into this room and played the piano. I vividly remembered locking this room and anything that reminded me of him. The piano was Zeus' and he cherished it greatly. And anytime he played it, it reminded me of the pain I had passed through, that vulnerability and my innocent self. The sound of the piano reminded me that I once had a time where I was defenseless. My heart ached at that. So why had I allowed Alora to play? I knew she was great at it, I've heard her play twice, each time different from the last. The first time she played was more of being curious, remembering the keys and while I felt a tingle it wasn't as compared as the one in my heart right now. The second time she played, I could feel her heartbreak, her fears, anger and sadness. For some reason, it was a pain I could relate to. But this time, the melody was different. The sound of each key floating against each other brought a peace within me that
Ares. I woke up with a start, breathing heavily from the nightmare I had. I rubbed my eyes, sitting up as I adjusted to the bright lights from the sun seeping through my windows and dark drapes. My eyes adjusted to the bright room and I sighed glancing briefly at my bedside clock. It was past six and I sighed, jumping out of bed as I walked into the bathroom. Staring at myself in the mirror, I had huge eye bags under my cold blue eyes and my face was pale with sweat covering my forehead, even my dark hair was wet. I sighed, running a hand through my hair tiredly as I looked down at my torso from the mirror. The blood stained bandage was still wrapped around my stomach. I had accidentally opened the wound last night and was too tired to change it. It wasn't like I could change it anyway. I made a mental note to visit the pack hospital today since I had banned Isabel from the house. A pang of guilt surged through me as I remembered Alora's tear filled eyes from last night. An
**This chapter is dedicated to you! For still being here, thank you♥️ Alora. The moon was bright outside and I had stepped out of the bathroom, my hair was wet, pressing against my back. It was red now, having changed last night as I ran upstairs after Ares had given me the concert tickets. I smiled, tucking my towel under my arm as I reached for the tickets on my bedside table. But even though I couldn't understand what it meant, it still managed to bring a smile upon my face. Drying my wet fingers on my towel, I held the paper in my hand, a grin filled my face and my eyes watered for a second before I blinked them back, blush filling my cheeks as I remembered how I had thrown my arms around Ares last night. I hadn't meant to. Infact, I had been so angry, staying in my room all day, not even listening to Lana when she called me, saying the girls had gone to the mall to get dresses for the pack ceremony tomorrow. I remained in my room all day, watching the garden pool, as th
**This chapter is dedicated to Amy for your support on my buy me a coffee. Thank you ♥️ Alora. Today was the Pack Ceremony. And as I walked out of the bathroom, I stopped to admire the sun outside my window. It was bright outside, and considering it was autumn, I could see some fallen leaves in the garden. Retying my towel around my chest, I rubbed my wet feet against my bathroom doormat and headed towards my bed when the door to my room opened suddenly. I froze at the sight of Ares entering my room. Ares was devilishly handsome in a black suit and black shirt that he had loosed the top buttons carelessly, exposing his hard muscular chest. His suit jacket clinged to his biceps, leaving me with only an outline of those strong arms that had grabbed me a few times. His black hair was carelessly tousled around his head, like he had just woken up and didn't bother caring to brush it leaving it a beautiful mess. His dark blue eyes were tired as they stared at me coldly, before the