Lost Her To My Brother

A pale figure lay on the floor too weak to move nor make a sound, cobwebs displaying art of untidiness among the thick layer of dust on every piece of furniture indicating how neglected she has been left to the hands of death. Emelia looks up at the shimmering moon navigating through the dancing curtains swaying to the rhythm of the night breeze. It was dark a time every creature within the deep dark forest revisited the bosom of their homes to rest their weary bone yet there was no sign of sleep, her body was on fire making her moan time and again from the shredding pain of the poison fed to her by her husband and his first love. Beauty was not a standard she did not meet. Sweet soft lips, smooth skin as soft as a baby’s butt, slender hands, and legs fit for nothing but a model of high demand. With everything, why didn't he want her?So much was to be said, yet her lips burned from the wounds caused by the acidic substance fed to her. “Why isn't she dead yet?” her husband's desp

Entering the Alpha’s office and carefully closing the door behind her, Emelia took glances around the room. suddenly feeling suffocated and jumped up, it has always been a big office. She was familiar with its intriguing paintings and decor having visited it on countless occasions with her late parents, but today had its specialties.“Sit child” Alpha Camfrey urged her. Unlike Luna who had a specialty towards her two children, the alpha caredless. He was more interested in who would be his heir and so far Mark is the only befitting one fitting him into his standards of the next Alpha. Emelia pulled out a chair for herself with shaking hands. Her legs shaking tremendously from the tension scattered all over the room. “If she doesn't want the wedding, call it off… I dont have all day” a cold voice echoed all through the walls only increasing the nervousness within her. Emelia turned to a dark corner of the room, he was dressed in all black with very little light illuminating the da

7 days down and everything feels like a touch of illusions cooked up in Emelia’s head. Emelia has not had a moment of peaceful sleep. Her thoughts constantly drifted away into the unknown abyss of uncertainty. Staring down at the snow-white wedding dress soon to be worn, she sighs regretfully. Her wedding has been all her parents talked of as she came of age. The alliance they all wished and prayed for. There was nothing they did or said that did not have to do with her marrying their best friend's son. Her wedding had been all her parents long anticipated. The wedding dress had not only been exclusively customized with everything hand-designed but 3 years was enough time to have them pay for the dream wedding for their princess before the unfortunate hands of death snatched them away from her. She had thought he was the one, she had carefully chosen every design with her mother, handpicking the day's color and flowers. She went for dessert and cake tasting and here she was marryi

“Going somewhere?” a cold voice whispered, sending shivers down her spine. Emelia quickly pushed herself off him but the feeling of her hands against his hand's chest did not digest down her throat. “Why are you naked and in my room?” she half yells but the man before her pays no attention to her fright and screams. He walks away so casually heading for the second door. Emelia did not stop to rethink her decision before bashing in, and he stood all naked and folly unclad before her.“Sweet goddess' ' she cursed, turning away almost immediately. “Why don't you wear clothes around the house?” she laments her cheeks heating up. “Says the lady who handpicked me for a groom” his cold whispers were rather driving him crazy than she had anticipated. Emelia did not know how long it took but dashing out the dressing room was indeed the right choice. She walks over to the balcony, letting the fresh night breeze blow through her jumbled-up thoughts.This was a night she had long prepared for, she

The omegas carefully bows to the floor, avoiding the royal party's raging eyes as they make their way through.They all needed not to be told what to do. Clair Anderson could not take another moment with the priest going about his boring incantations.“This should be her and not me” she murmured to herself, making sure her voice was low enough not to be heard by others.“The ceremony is now complete and the young alpha can go ahead and burn the sheets, to bring good luck and a prosperous marriage to his elder brother.” the priest announced taking his leave.“Take this to your fiance” Luna Camfrey hands over the stained sheets to Clair who holds on to this tightly, her long nails digging into the sheets creating holes of anger and jealousy.She is gently courteous to the Luna before storming her way out. Slamming the door behind her, she tosses the dirty sheets to the figure on the bed. Mark yawns annoyed.“Who dares' ' he hissed, opening his eyes only to meet the fury of Clair Anderso