For the past 2 weeks, I felt like I was going insane. Weston and I had not talked. somehow I feel like he was purposely ignoring me. Yet there are a lot of moments where I watched him standing in the garden. purposely trampling over the flowers. but I knew best. And then bringing myself there would only cost me more harm than good. I wasn't sure he was stepping on the flowers on purpose. I wasn't even sure why he did anything. At this moment Weston did not feel like my best friend. He felt like a very different person. A man that I did not know. a stranger. This morning, I carried my flowers down the stairs and found my stepmother and stepsisters seated in the living room with a cup of coffee in each of their hands. I stare at them with sincere shoCk. they have never starved themselves. Today I'm not surprised that they didn't even wake me up. “You have a visitor.’’ my stepmother said, taking another sip of her coffee avoiding my eyes. there was something lingering in the atmosphere
Suddenly the feeling of deja vu washes over me, and it is paramountly clear what the connection was. No wonder I felt so guilty with him. Justin was the alpha’s cousin. That made much more sense. That answered a lot of questions. Yet I am surprised that Weston had never mentioned him. “You..your cousin?’’ I started. Weston stares at me with those same eyes that always have me questioning my sanity. I want him so bad. For some reason there is a weird tension between us. I feel like something has changed here. not only the significant amount of distance that he is creating between us but there is something else. “I don't know what…’’ “You know what, just forget it.It is not my business asking and I don't care about it anyway. you can go ahead to do the chores,’’ he says in a dismissive tone before turning around and exiting the garden. I am left baffled wondering what the hell is going on. “So that’s it?’’ I bite my tongue cursing at myself for letting those words fly out of my mou
Our kiss had turned more into a make-out session. There were a couple of moments ago where I would not have believed this was happening. Yet the moment that I felt the alphas lips on mine I had lost myself. I had forgotten how to think and how to breathe. He was an amazing kisser. Not that I had any experience but I definitely knew that what I was feeling right now is not fake. He wasn't improvising. He knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it. I feel his tongue intruding my mouth. I don't even stop. I do not resist. I want more of him so much. Suddenly he pushes himself away from me. Let me clench his fingers into a Fist and take small steps backwards. He closes his eyes, biting his lips in the sexiest way possible. This man has me in a trance. can easily control me however he wants. He could have me do anything he just doesn't know. “ f***!’’ he shouts yet again before engulfing me in his arms and kissing me yet again. This time, the kiss is more passionate, more demandi
The rays of the sun filtered through my bedroom window when I woke up. I was in a particularly good mood this morning. I had a dream about my mother like I always do. and this time it felt as if she was talking to me. encouraging me and adding me to stay strong despite how my stepmother treats me. She was reminding me of my promise to my stepfather. it felt as if she was right there with me. talking to me fullstory.com 14 mi from stop protecting and guiding me. My eyebrows scrunched as I noticed the open window and the envelope that sat on top of the window mounted on a piece of nail. I stretch my hand, picking up the envelope and tearing it open, my heart beating drastically at the possibility of what we did for me on the inside. This is how messages were delivered through the pack. I never got many. Not a lot of times at least. I did my job diligently. Messages were often presented to someone if they were to be punished for something they did or did not do. saying it made me nerv
My meeting with Alpha Mark left me feeling mentally exhausted. Or maybe it was because of that an expression that the Queen kept giving me even while the alpha spoke. I know that she hated me.She never put in the art of trying to hide that. but unless they wondered if even she herself could really answer the question of why she hated me so much. Was it just pure resentment for something I had never done? or was it just a natural Instinct of feeling for her? I could never hate someone for no reason. especially when they've never done anything wrong to me. I just don't understand how she can hate me with so much passion. Alpha Mark’s words however resonated inside me. He wanted me to keep away from his son. this one word that I had heard from the Queen over and over again. As I turned the corner, my breath hitched in my throat. There he was—Weston, standing tall and imposing. I've never been nervous when I saw Weston but right now with the words of his father ringing in my head I could
The whole argument with Bethany still lingered in my mind. I could not fully understand why she would choose to behave like this. While I hated my step sister, I believed that she was intelligent and that she would see right through Justin’s act. Yet, like always, she is convinced that I'm trying to steal something from her. Someone. If only she would understand that I'm not interested in Justin and I never will be. A bad feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach realizing that Patricia and Aria’s presence today might have something to do with the alpha or his cousin. Everytime I think about Weston, simple images about our kids play in my mind. and all I want to do is make out with him again. All I want is to feel his hands on my body. exploring me, touching me, kissing me and wanting me to himself. As we lead Patricia and Aria into the forest where we could easily talk away from the prying eyes and ears of my stepmother and stepsisters, we remain silent. I always felt safe and
I reached the foyer, where Mistress Mary, stood with a stack of papers in her hands. Her sharp gaze met mine as I approached, and I straightened my posture, attempting to hide my nervousness. Mistress Mary and I always got along smoothly. she was wonderful and I always made sure to do what I was told. she hardly ever reprimands me and she always gives me enough time off when there isn't too much work to do which is mostly never. "Ah, Alondra, just the person I was looking for," Mistress Mary said, her voice with authority. "I have some important news. We will be receiving guests in two days, and preparations must be made immediately." Guests? My heart sank. The pack house was already a hive of activity, and the thought of additional responsibilities was a nightmare. I nodded, hiding my frustrated expression. "What kind of guests are we expecting, Mistress Mary?" I asked, trying to sound composed. There is not a single day that passes without flashbacks of how my life once was when i
I hurried down the corridor of the pack house, carrying clean clothes from the laundry room for the guest rooms. The preparations for the impending arrival of the werewolf dignitaries were in full swing, and every moment counted. It felt like a circus inside the park house. Everyone was moving around not caring who they bumped into. Each person was trying to figure out where they belonged and what they were supposed to do. While mistress Mary was in charge of assigning duties to everyone, she seemed to have been given lesser duty to serve the servants who finished quite early and we're not sure what to do next. in the park whenever a servant is done with her duties they are extra points given for seeking extra work instead of going back to rest. I however, have never gotten the opportunity of Seeking extra work because my hands have always been full. My mind was focused on the tasks at hand, trying to distract myself from the lingering memory of the kiss Weston and I had shared two day