Without thinking twice, her wolf stood up and ran off, scared.Edward just stood there, stunned, as the omega wolf disappeared into the house.After a moment, he snapped out of it. He didn’t want to stay in the garden anymore. Slowly, he walked back inside, went to his room, and shifted into his human form.He didn’t bother putting on clothes. He sat down on the bed, his eyes staring off as his thoughts went back to the garden.That silver wolf, she was just as beautiful as the first time he saw her through her own eyes.He wondered how much prettier she would look under the sunlight, with the sun shining on her silver fur. It would be an amazing sight.Her wolf didn’t look like an omega’s at all. She looked too graceful, more beautiful than many female Alpha wolves.He thought about Mabel’s wolf, with its dark brown fur, and compared the two in his head. Even though Mabel was higher ranked, her wolf couldn’t match Lucille’s.Was he really comparing them again? He rubbed his jaw, feel
Georgina stood stiffly in front of Edward’s desk, brows slightly raised in confusion."No chores at all, sir?" she asked, careful not to show too much surprise.Edward didn’t lift his eyes from the papers he was pretending to read. "Yes. None. Assign her duties to the others. She’s not to lift a finger."Georgina hesitated. "What should I tell her if she asks why?"Edward looked up, his tone firm. "You’ll tell her nothing. Not a word about where this is coming from. Just make sure she has good food, clean clothes, and enough rest.""Understood, Sir,"Georgina left the room quietly, still trying to piece together what had caused the sudden shift. Lucille was the girl Edward couldn’t stand. Or so everyone thought.Two days later,Lucille stared at the empty bucket by her door for the fifth time, in a row. No laundry. No instructions. No one yelling her name. Meals appeared in her room, hot, well-prepared, and nothing like the leftovers she used to get.She ate. She rested. But most of a
“What?” Edward’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at him.“Did you... just ask that?” Edward stammered, blinking in disbelief.“Do you?” Mark repeated, looking right at him.“No!” Edward said quickly.“Or are you not sure?” Mark pressed.“What’s wrong with you?” Edward shook his head, surprised. “How can you even ask that?”“Because it looks like you do,” Mark said back. “You’re comparing her to Mabel.”Edward frowned. “No, I’m just pointing out Mabel’s flaws,” “But if Mabel were like Lucille, you would have thought about marrying her,” Mark said.Edward laughed. “That’s not true.”Mark frowned. “Eddy, I didn’t say that, you did.”Edward shook his head again. “I didn’t say that. I only said Lucille isn’t manipulative.”“You said it, Eddy, just a few minutes ago,” Mark said, looking confused. “What’s going on?”Edward looked away. “Did I really say that?” he whispered.Mark rubbed his face tiredly and looked back at Edward. “You’ve noticed everything about her. I mean Lucille, right
Seeing Edward leave, Mabel's heart clenched and her eyes began to saturated.Mrs. Jones finally spoke. “Mabel, dear, I think it’s time you understand, our son makes his own choices. If he says there was nothing between you, then we must accept it.”Mabel gave a small laugh, bitter and short. “Easy for you to say. You still have your pride.” she didn't care if her words sounded disrespectful.Her mother touched her arm. “That’s enough, Mabel.”Cyril Fletcher stood up slowly. “We came here for what is right. But clearly, this family has no intention of treating us fairly. We won’t forget this insult.”Williams didn’t flinch. “Then don’t.”Mabel’s tears finally spilled. She didn’t wipe them. Her mother pulled her to her body. "Everything will be fine," she assured. Then helped her up."I'll make contacts for the scar removal ointment. You'll receive it as soon as possible." Williams said, when the Fletchers were about leaving the sitting room.Outside the house, Edward's footsteps were f
It had been a week since Mabel was discharged from the hospital.The burn from the boiling water had left a dark scar on her back, her foot and along her left shoulder, a painful memory she would carry forever. Her parents had not rested since then. Now, they sat stiffly in the Jones family’s living room, waiting, for a way forward.Edward sat in a single sofa, his expression calm, his back straight.His father, Williams Jones, took the center, large sofa like a king on a throne, while his mother sat beside him with quiet dignity.Mabel sat beside her mother, her eyes carefully lowered, but anyone could see the way her fingers twisted nervously in her lap.Her father, Cyril Fletcher, cleared his throat and broke the silence."Thank you Grand Lord Councilor, for having us today," his voice was soft, and respectful, after all, he was in the sitting room of the third personality in their country, the High Councilor."Our daughter, Mabel had been discharged, after spending two weeks in t
Lucille blinked in confusion. “A doctor?”“Yes,” he said. “I was sent to check on your injuries.”Her lips parted. “Sent? By who?”The doctor didn’t answer. “May I come in?”She hesitated, then stepped back. He walked in, his steps steady.“Sit,” he said, already opening his briefcase. “I’ll need to see the bruise.”Lucille sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off the bandage slowly, her brows furrowed.The doctor checked her head, gently pressing around the swollen spot. She winced quietly.“How did this happen?” he asked as he touched the area again.“I slipped and fell in the bathroom,” she replied honestly, even though she was confused about why a doctor was treating her. It felt strange and unusual.“Looks like you used some herbs,” he said softly. And she gave a small nod in reply.“Hmm. It’s healing, but slowly. The herbs helped reduce the swelling,” he said.Lucille watched him carefully as he opened the box. Did Ophelia call him? But the doctor looked too clean and refined for