"Ella! Do I have to come drag you out myself or come serve you tea? Get out of bed this instant, these chores won't do themselves!" my stepmother yelled right in front of my door, slapping my door quite hard. I've been awake since 6a.m, staring at my ceiling as my heart sank deeper and deeper into the empty hole that had presented itself ever since Jayson stood me up. It had been two days now and I was yet to set my eyes on him. I placed a hand over my beating heart with my face in a straight but sad look. This heart was just for pumping blood, yet how come it hurt so much when I thought about Jayson ? Scientists say love is a chemical reaction that "Oxytocin" is released in the brain so why didn't it hurt there instead? I rubbed my chest, trying to get to my heart and console me from there. I made up my mind to keep Jayson out of my mind but it was easier to think about it than for it to register in my subconsciousness. I just couldn't carry on like this. The countdown for the
“Back when I was 12, I had a best friend. Her name was Maria. She was kind and she had a beautiful heart and I loved spending time with her. she wasn't like all the other friends that mother had forced on me. she didn't spend hours talking about her manicure, she was a servant’s daughter.’’ Patricia started, sitting down in the bed next to me and rubbing my shoulders. “ I remember her,’’ Aria said. “ Maria was Darren’s little sister.’’ there was an expression behind her face when she spoke Darren’s name. From what I know, Darren was the boy that area was in love with before she met her mate. I was not sure where they were headed with this conversation but I was certainly curious. “Well, as you could guess, my mother disapproved of my friendship with Maria. She said that a noble's daughter can never be friends with the servant's daughter. She spoke of it like it was an abomination. like it would slander and dirty the alphas name. I was stubborn. I was really stubborn and my actions
I walk quickly. Many people turn their heads to look at me but I ignore them. I wanted to disappear before the ceremony started. If I didn't then it would be direct disobedience. our house wasn't that far away. But it was almost at the edge of the pack where the forest began. I glanced at the garden and remembered my encounter with Weston earlier this morning. I breathe in deeply, reminding myself that Weston was not mine. He was not my mate, he was just my best friend. Currently he was going to be nothing to me. The friendship between us was uprooted like a weed and cast aside. One foot before another, one step after another, my skirt below my knees, the palms of my hands sweating as I wipe them against the fabric of my apron. finally I took a corner and there was my house. A frown on my face at the realization that my stepmother and sisters are not yet left. when I enter the house, the first person who greets me with a scowl is Zoe. “I think I saw someone getting lectured by the
The celebrations for the park lasted as long as I expected. Part of the day was quiet. probably the moments where prominent nobles were giving speeches. I knew that if I wanted information about how the inauguration had gone, I could rely on my step sisters. They were always hell-bent on making my life a living hell and this time I was one hundred percent sure they would not stop blabbering about today's ceremony. Part of that reason also laid on the gentleman that had attended from other parks. a lot of women who were prone to enjoy this night. It had been about 5 hours since the incident with my stepmother. I had not left the room to go downstairs. but I could hear that the house was quiet. I knew that they were gone. they were long gone. “Dad, if only you were here, you would tell me what to do. you'd help me make the right decision.’’ I whispered looking up at the sky from my bedroom window. It is at this moment that an exciting idea strikes me. I open my bedroom door and
“Alondra, you better fucking get up, you lazy bone!’’ My stepmother's voice Rings through the house. My head shoots up from the sheets, closing my eyes beadily when the bright yellow lines of the sun protrudes my eyes. I did not even close my bedroom window last night when I slammed myself in bed. I was tired. I was exhausted from all the running. Something about that brings back fresh memories of a stranger who chased me down the forest. “Alondra!’’ I get down from the bed immediately. I have no idea when my stepmother and stepsisters got home. I don't even know what time it is to begin with all I know is that the sun has risen. Looking down at the clothes I'm wearing, I shake my head before opening the door and running down the stairs. My stepmother is seated on the couch, her fingers massaging her forehead as she shuts her eyes. “ I'm having a terrible headache, I need you to head out and get me some pain killers.’’ “But we have those in the kitchen.’’ I say watchin of in 888
Everything seemed different. At Least different from the castles I'd built up in my head. Weston made a name for himself. The first ever alpha of this Pack that got out of the comfort of the palace and interacted with the people. He had spent the past week familiarizing himself with the troubles of the Citizens and what he could do to fix them. Other than that he had busied himself with other duties like officially meeting new alphas and other aspiring Warriors who wanted to fight for the pack's security. There was a lot going on. especially because of the change in leadership. I had not seen Mrs Pierce so far, it was as if she had disappeared. she had not left the Park House. Neither had Trish and Arya. The last time I had seen them was before the inauguration. Was I worried? not quite. The only reason why Patricia and Aria would spend time locked up in the Castle was if they were saddled with just the equal responsibilities as those of Weston. I on the other hand was doing
What the hell is he doing here? Could it be because he's looking for me? Come on Alondra, you're only flattering yourself. You're not that important. He would not leave the park house for you. The packhouse. I don't even know who he is or where he's from. He has never been in this park and so I have a lot of questions. Most of the guests had already left and went back to their homes by now. but he lingered by. Could it be because he felt disrespected by our encounter. Was he waiting for the moment where he would catch me in my wolf form and then punish me for the disrespect? I should have stayed home that day. I should have just cried myself to sleep instead of going for a run like I did. Why does everything I do always get me into trouble? “Wait he's looking at me!’’ “No he’s looking at me!’’ Bethany and Zoe argue pushing each other out of the windows side. He was indeed looking in that direction. But there was just something about him. Something sinister and dangerous. I
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