AMELIAAfter Atlas leaves, I close my eyes hoping to fall asleep but my eyes open at the sound of a knock on the door. I tilt my head slightly to find Griffin by the door with a grin on his face, he steps in and closes the door behind him."Hey," he says walking towards the bed. "I thought to come and check on you after what I heard happened to you."I straighten up on the bed pulling the duvet over my chest, "Atlas told you?" I ask wondering how he knew I was in Atlas room. He shakes his head in a sign of No, "I have my ways Amelia, the only issue I am having currently is getting into your head," he replies grabbing a chair in the corner of the room and placing it next to the bed. His eyes fall on the table broken into pieces by the side of the room as he takes his seat, he smirks at the sight of it and turns his gaze to me. "What have your beloved mate been up to?" He asks. "I thought he would have died by now but turns out he has been able to hold on for a little longer."My eye
AMELIA"Don't be, my child," my mother whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not your fault."I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "But it is," I sob. "I should have been there for you, I should have protected you."If I had not been so naive, if I had been more observant then maybe I would have seen that her death wasn't real. Maybe I would have picked up on her closeness with Griffin and why? I squeeze her hand tightly not wanting to let go of her, tears streaming down my eyes uncontrollably."You couldn't have known," she says softly. "This was meant to happen.""No, it wasn't," I argue. "You didn't deserve this." The Alpha King did this to her, and I am grateful he is dead now but I can't lose her, I can't lose her again. She needs to fight this and stay with me."I know, my sweet," she says. "But it's too late now and we must accept our fate."I grip her hand tightly, refusing to let go. "No, it's not too late," I say fiercely. "I'll find a way to save you.
~ONE WEEKS LATER ~ATLASIt has been one week since Amelia's mother died, by rites we had to conduct the burial two days later but the burial was shifted to today because Amelia wanted her mother to be cremated.In her words, she doesn't want anyone to be able to use her mother's body ever again. I know her mother's death took a toll on her, so I made sure to keep the burial within the mansion.We stand by her mother's body watching it burn into ashes, Amelia sobs silently in my embrace. She has barely said a full sentence over the past few days, as long as she eats and allows me to comfort her I do not bother her about talking. I understand the pain she must be going through, to lose someone yet again, and this time right before your own eyes knowing you could have saved them if you knew sooner. In a way, she blames Griffin. I saw it in her eyes when we left the room as she cried out in my arms. She blames him for keeping her out of their plans for years and she blames herself more
_TWO WEEKS LATER_AMELIAI roll over in bed, waking up to the sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow across the room. I stretch and yawn, then roll over to check my phone on the bedside table. There is a message from Atlas.[Good morning, beautiful. Miss you tons here. Another day closer to seeing you. :)]My heart skips a beat as I read his words. It has been two weeks since he left for the Alpha King Chosen Games, and I miss him more than anything. We have been communicating constantly over the phone, but it isn't the same as being with him in person.To think he just got back after being away and now we have to talk over the phone again, I just hope this doesn't become a constant thing. I get out of bed and walk over to the window, looking out at the forest below. The trees are still bare, but I can see the first hints of spring in the air. I wonder what Atlas is doing at that moment. Is he training? Is he competing in one of the challenges? Is he thinking a
AMELIA My heart swells with pride and joy as I hug Atlas tightly. I can't believe that he was chosen as the Alpha King. In a way, I dreamt of him being the Alpha King but I was also accepting if he came home otherwise. It all didn't matter to me but this is a testament to his strength, courage, and leadership qualities. He is a good leader who always puts his pack first and I know he will do well to protect his pack and other packs at large. "I'm so proud of you," I whisper this time, my voice thick with emotion. "You're going to do great." He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with love and admiration. "Thank you, my love," he says. "I couldn't have done it without you, so 'We' are going to do great." He gently cups my face in his hands and leans in to kiss me. The kiss is slow yet passionate and filled with all the love and longing we have been feeling for each other during our time apart. When we finally pull away, I can't help but smile. "I love you, Atlas." "I love you," h
AMELIAI wished I had not attended my mother's burial. On that day, I was supposed to bid farewell to the one person who had always been there for me, my mother, but someone robbed me of that moment.Her battle with cancer had been fierce, but in the end, it claimed her, leaving me alone in this world.My mother had dedicated her life to serving the Midnight Crescent Alpha, an ancient and powerful werewolf pack. She worked hard to keep the Alpha's household running smoothly, and I admired her dedication. It was a life I knew well, having grown up in the pack, and I understood the importance of loyalty to one's pack leader. The funeral was meant for the pack members to pay tribute to my mother, who dedicated herself to the Midnight Crescent.Mrs. Rowland, one neighbor, climbed the podium to give a heartfelt eulogy, "Your mother was such an amazing woman, she was…" she suddenly trailed off at the screeching sound of Alpha Hector's car.My heart pounded, and I, along with everyone else
AMELIAMy eyes fluttered open slowly at the persistent tapping of someone on my arm, my vision still blurry."Hey, wake up," a voice called out to me in my unconscious state.Was I dreaming? No, I wasn't.I recalled the bodyguard's handkerchief over my nose, but I couldn't remember what had transpired after that. I still felt lightheaded as I blinked my eyes, wading off the blurry vision as I stared blankly at a stranger, a girl staring at me with a puzzled look."You should get up, he will be here soon," she said, but her words sounded so low I couldn't make sense of it. My eyes left hers as I looked around my surroundings. Where was I? Where did those men bring me to?"W-Where am I?" I groaned, sitting up slowly as I placed my hand on the back of my head. My eyes sweep across the expansive room, taking in the sight of towering stacks of sacks filled with an assortment of foodstuffs.The air carried the earthy scent of grains and the subtle sweetness of dried fruits. It dawned on me
_ THREE YEARS LATER _AMELIA I was setting the dining table for a formal dinner, a routine I had done several times that I had become an expert at.I raised the back of my hand to clean the bead of sweat on my forehead, cleaning my dirty, sweaty hand on the side of my apron. It was never cold for me, even in the cold environment. The constant cleaning, sweeping, throwing the trash and arranging the dining had taken a toll over my body.Or maybe it was the dirt. I only ever shower once a day and that was in the morning. I was always too tired to remember to shower at night. The clothes also given to me were old maids' clothes, and I only got three pairs. I had to wash them every two days or else I'd wear smelly clothes, but no matter how hard I washed, the kitchen smell stayed on the cloth like a perfume.I couldn't even recognize my voice because nobody talked to each other. You would think that since we're all servants in this miserable place, we would come together and be friends,