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
I knelt in the garden, working on the flowers but my mind was far away. The forbidden kiss I had shared with Weston in this very garden flooded my mind. It gave me butterflies. I touched my lips feeling their electric adrenaline that pumped through my skin at the thought of him kissing me again. The intensity of that moment replayed like a vivid dream, igniting a fire that burned over my skin and made me feel like the ground could open up and swallow me. A rustling sound broke the silence, drawing my attention. My eyes fluttered open, and I gasped as I spotted an unfamiliar figure stumbling into the garden. it was only just a few hours away from the ceremony. I wasn't sure what would be announced at a ceremony or what it was really about but I was glad that I had finished A big portion of my duties for the day. the mysterious woman looked around my age, with striking features but an air of elegance that marked her as someone of importance. I figured that you must have been one of the
From my vantage point, hidden behind a cluster of trees, I watched as Seraphina approached the entrance of the pack house. Her steps exuded confidence, Something that I wish I had whenever I walked. Everything about her fully displayed someone who had lived her entire life training on human interaction and how to make the perfect first impression. I was already excited about being her friend and we had only talked for less than 2 hours. I felt proud to know that I had formed a genuine connection with her. not just because she was an important person but also because she seemed like a genuine person. As she entered the pack house, I couldn't help but wonder what he had really come to do. I knew that every guest was invited into the pack house for such ceremonies. Especially because there are not so many democrats who were invited this time. It seemed to be a small gathering. My thoughts drifted to Trish and Aria, my royal friends whom everyone felt I did not deserve. I knew that the