Lucille never expected the woman at the tall white house to offer her the job so quickly, but she did. Her name was Mrs. Edith Marklins, and she lived with her husband and their teenage daughter, Lily. They were nothing like the Jones family. The Marklins treated Lucille with kindness and respect from the very beginning.“You can start tomorrow morning,” Mrs. Marklins had said with a gentle smile. “We’ll provide your meals, and there’s a spare room at the back of the house. You can stay there if you’d like.”Lucille had been speechless. She nodded quickly, blinking back tears. “Thank you. Thank you so much, ma’am.”Then she hesitated. "Please ma'am. I just arrived the city. I don't know anyone. No where to stay. Can I...just..move in immediately?""Of course!" Mrs. Marklins responded without hesitation.That same day, Lucille had a roof under her head. Not just any roof, but a perfect one.The room was big. A large bed stood in the middle. The walls were, painted peach. Several pict
Edward stood outside Lucille’s family cottage, his hands clenched at his sides. “Please, Louis,” he said again, voice low, tired. “Just tell me where she went.”But Louis only shook his head, arms still crossed. “She didn’t want to be found. Respect that.”Edward looked into Louis’s eyes. He was serious. Nothing Edward said would change his mind. No amount of begging would make him give up Lucille's location.Edward lowered his gaze. “Alright,” he whispered, defeated.He turned and walked back to his car. As he drove away from the village, the road seemed longer, the sky duller. His heart felt heavy in his chest. He had come all this way, hoping to see her, but he had failed.Back at the estate, Edward pulled into the driveway slowly. The car engine hummed, but he didn’t turn it off right away. He just sat there, staring blankly ahead.The front door opened. Mark, his best friend, came out quickly, face full of frustration.“Edward!” Mark shouted. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why
Edward climbed into his car and slammed the door shut. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. What was he supposed to do now? His phone started ringing. It was his mother.He sighed deeply and rejected the call. Why were they calling him now? His feelings had never mattered to them before.Right now, only one thing mattered. He had to get home fast. He needed to see Lucille, to talk to her, before it was too late.Without thinking, Edward started the car. “I have to go,” he said aloud.He stepped on the accelerator, and drove off. The tires screeched as he sped down the road.His heart pounded as he drove, his thoughts racing even faster. Lucille.She had once asked him if he would give up everything, his name, his ambition, his place among the elites, just to be with her. That night, he hadn’t answered her. Now he had his answer.Yes, he was willing to leave everything for her.His hands tightened around the steering wheel. He pushed the car faster. She needed to hear it fro
The next morning, the Jones estate felt like a funeral. The walls that once echoed with power and pride now felt hollow, soaked in silence and disappointment.Williams Jones, the former Alpha presidential candidate, had lost. His loss overshadowed everything else, even Edward's win.Edward stood near the grand staircase, watching the visitors shuffle around with grim expressions. His eyes searched the room for anyone who might smile at him or even nod. But no one did. Not his uncles. Not his aunts. Not even his younger cousins who once looked up to him.No one said, "Congratulations."No one even acknowledged him.They only spoke in hushed voices, all saying the same thing: "How could Williams lose?" "We needed him there." "What happens now?"And that was when the truth hit Edward like a punch in the chest.It was never about him.All his life, he had followed his father’s lead, chasing power, respect, and leadership. He had sacrificed so much, even Lucille, to stay on that path. And
The Collation Centre buzzed with tension.The wide hall was filled with candidates, security, and a few elite reporters. Cameras were placed in every corner, ready to stream the results live to every werewolf pack in the kingdom.It was a rule in the constitution, every candidate must be physically present during the collation and announcement of results.Mitch Jones sat quietly at the far end of the candidate row. His hands were clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. He looked down at the cold marble floor, not wanting to look at the confident, smiling face of Kane Chalow, his main opponent and the favored candidate of the Executive Council.All around Mitch, the air felt tight. Even the lights above seemed to heat him up.Kane moved from one candidate to another, shaking hands, laughing, slapping backs. Most of the other elites didn’t even hide their admiration."Congratulations in advance," one of the candidates said to Kane with a smirk.Kane grinned. "Let’s wait for the o
The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the dry fields of the lower districts. It was election day, and the atmosphere was tense.Everyone knew this was not just a normal election. It was a day that could change everything. Or, as many feared, it could change nothing at all.Lucille stood by the narrow window of Ophelia's room, watching the quiet streets come to life. She had barely slept. Her thoughts were heavy. Her heart even heavier.Behind her, Ophelia tied her hair into a low braid, humming softly to keep herself calm."Are you okay?" Lucille asked, still facing the window.Ophelia paused. "I’m not sure. It’s hard to feel anything today except a quiet kind of dread."Lucille turned. "Do you think, things will be different this time?"Ophelia gave a short laugh, shaking her head. "When have they ever been? The executives pick their candidates, and we march in and vote like good little sheep."Lucille crossed her arms. "And if you don’t?"Ophelia’s voice