"Alondra!" Patricia's voice echoed through the hallway, causing me to freeze in my tracks. Flashbacks of our previous encounter rent my mind, the hurtful words she had said to me and how she answered them without a hint of hesitation. I no longer considered her my friend. a friend could not see the things that she did feel stop it had felt as if she had been holding them back for a very long time. why would she think that I wanted her mate question mark and why would he think that all I do is try and seduce the men of the packhouse? She was no different from my step sisters and my stepmother. she had made my fears come true.I turned slowly to face her, my heart pounding within my chest. Trish was a royal, no matter how much he did what you said I couldn't just dismiss her. it would have greater repercussions. Patricia stood a few feet away, her eyes filled with sadness. Did this have anything to do with the conversation I had just had with her mother a couple of minutes ago? I braced
As we worked together I couldn't help but feel that this was going to be great. My relationship with Weston was perfect now. I couldn't wait to meet him in the garden again, but I wasn't going to tell Patricia about it. Even though I trusted her, it was still a risk that I wasn't willing to take. they also was not ready to expose our relationship to anyone else and I was going to respect that.“So how are you feeling so far?’’ I asked curiously. She stayed up at me with a smile before continuing.‘ nostalgic. quite okay. I was rather nervous about the pregnancy at first but I'm going to be okay. I figure that the nervousness doesn't really help me. and the stress is not really good for the baby.’’ “ I agree, Patricia. We should take a lot of time to rest and also do it well. Your mother also demanded that I keep the pregnancy a secret," I began, my voice tinged with caution. "I want you to understand that I intend to do that. I respect your privacy, and as your friend..."But before
The rays of the Sun penetrated through my curtains indicating that morning had come. When I opened the door and entered I had a tray of breakfast in my hands hoping that my stepmother wouldn't hear me from downstairs. she was asleep on the couch possibly because she had fallen asleep meeting her sweaters or something that she barely ever did before.The Wounded man still slept on my bed. I on the other hand had arranged for some blankets on the floor where I slept watching over him and nursing him back to health. as injuries had been pretty serious and a couple of times through the night I had what about taking him down to the Park Hospital. but at the end of it I realise that I would be in much bigger trouble than how I had started. I will be asked the endless questions about why a stranger who was not even a member of the park was in my bedroom and why I was messing him back to health. but no one was going to understand that this very strange I held a grave secrets. on that secret w
I entered the living room, my steps hesitant, sensing an atmosphere thick with tension. I had a bad feeling about this, but I still entered, knowing that turning back would get me nowhere. There, standing with an armored expression, was my stepmother, her eyes narrowed with anger. Fear pricked at my skin as I wondered what transgression had led her to summon me in such a manner. It had to be something bad, or perhaps something that didn't even make sense. She’d always find a reason to be angry at me anyway. "Alondra," she hissed through clenched teeth, "how could you be so careless? Leaving the door open during the night, inviting danger into our home! Are you trying to get all of us killed? Is that your plan?" I stared at her trying to figure out what she was talking about. I could feel the anger emerging from her body. The way she stared at me was with pure disdain and anger. Slowly, her words struck me like a blow, and I immediately felt a pang of guilt gnawing at my conscience.
As I moved through the Pack House, cleaning and tidying each room, I carefully avoided the part that belonged to Patricia. Memories of our previous agreement, her harsh words, and the pain she inflicted upon me were still fresh in my mind. I couldn't bear to revisit that space, even if it meant leaving it unkempt.But as I finished attending to the other rooms, I couldn't ignore the fact that Weston's room still awaited my attention. With a sigh, I pushed open the door, stepping into a realm that held both familiarity and trepidation.As I surveyed the room, my gaze swept across the neatly made bed, the scattered books on the desk, and the worn-out pair of shoes by the door. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets this room held, what hidden fragments of Weston's life resided within its walls.Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the sound of the running water from the adjacent bathroom until it abruptly ceased. A jolt of surprise coursed through me as Weston emerged, his tall figu
I stared at my best friend, Jayson , as he fastened the last button on his shirt and felt a shiver course through me. There was just something in the way he wore his black three-piece suit that made him look lethal and confident. Sexy. I shook my head slightly, willing myself to stop the direction of my thoughts. I had no right thinking about him in a way that wasn't strictly platonic. Jayson and I were friends, though it was becoming difficult to remember that lately. He turned away from the mirror to face me, fiddling with his cufflinks, a telltale signal that he was nervous. Mustering a small smile, I picked up the red tie on the bed and wound it around his collar, deeming the knot. I arranged the lapels of his jacket, ignoring the way my heart seemed to race. His breath lightly fanned my face and I had to shut my eyes to get a hold of myself from how dizzying it felt just standing so close to him. When I reopened them, Jayson was watching me a little too int
Jayson moved away from me as fast as he could like I had suddenly come down with some kind of contagious disease. I swallowed down the hurt I felt at his action. I'd thought I had some time before things started to change between us. Apparently, I'd been wrong. Mrs Smith walked in, looking at me like I was the annoying gum stuck under her shoe. Deciding she had seen enough of me, she focused her attention on her only son. "You look good, darling," She complimented, wearing a warm smile on her face. "Thanks mother," Jayson replied warmly. I felt a little envious as I watched her fuss over Jayson 's jacket, asking if he was comfortable with it. I had never known what a mother's love felt like. While Mrs. Smith might not be so fond of me, I had to admit she was a wonderful mother to both her children. And she was a wonderful Luna to the rest of the pack as well. "I don't know how the pack members would take their new Alpha spending so much
I didn't see Jayson for about three days after his birthday party. It was almost the longest I had gone without seeing him. He showed up by the lake where we normally met each morning on the fourth day. Neither of us said a word to each other, only shifting into our wolves and taking a long run in the forest, letting our wolves bask in the cool air. When we were exhausted, we shifted back and got dressed separately before sitting side by side by side on the dock in comfortable silence. I stared off into the lake, reflecting on how strong our friendship had gotten over the years. Jayson had been my best friend since the day he'd met me crying by the river bank after my dad had died when I was six. I could still remember that day like it was only yesterday. He'd shared his cookies with me and made a lot of funny expressions until I had forgotten for a spell that I had just lost my father. We'd become inseparable after that even though many, my stepmother an