Waking up to breakfast only happened as nightmares for me, because I was always woken up rudely and with a banging headache. But for the first time, it is… "Eat up, the doctor said these would be very good for your recovery." He says and for the nth time since I opened my eyes this morning, I mouth a thank you while pointing at the bountiful feast in front of me. I asked more than a thousand times if this was for me and the other maids, but he told me all those times that it was all for me. "Just so you can pick whichever you want", he said. "You can't cry, Quinn, this is breakfast." He says softly, stretching his hand to pat the side of my face in a bid to calm me but that is what actually moves me to become expressive with my emotions as I let the tears freely fall. "I'm sor.. sorry." I apologize and try to wipe my tears, but he is already quick and cleaning it with a handkerchief. "Here, Quinn." He feeds me and I chew while trying not to look into his eyes again becaus
Sebastian’s POV.“I swear I didn’t do anything to her, we were really just going through the questions and-”“I know how much you hate her, but do you realize that she is just a patient and not a soldier in arms? A test for nine hours, that’s just evil!” The door is pushed open and the doctor comes in. “Believe me, I-”“Keep quiet, I’ll hear the rest from her,” I command as I lay her on the bed and watch the doctor do his thing.“So what is wrong?” I ask as he straightens up and he shakes his head.“If my guess is correct, it would be her stomach ulcer acting up and the stress too because her body is at its limit,” to this, I glare at Draven because the situation could have been worse.“So she needs a lot of monitoring and a change in her diet to avoid her eating sensitive food. Give her these drugs as well,” he hands me a pouch with the drugs in it and I take it with gratitude.“I will watch her.” I watch him leave and notice Draven still standing behind.“What do you have to say?”
Sebastian’s POV“Pray tell, mother,” I urge her on even though I can already feel Timothy disagreeing with what she has to say.“Good, you remember the blonde I came with the day that unfortunate incident with the maid happened, right?” She is looking into my eyes to search for answers which I mindlessly nod at as the only blonde I can remember from that day is the blonde angel sleeping in my room.“You didn’t get to meet her properly, but she’s the Alpha's daughter and we had already agreed to a marriage between you both if you liked her, but you don’t have much of a choice now.”“I see,” I nod even though I’m yet to come to agreement with what the Clan Healer said. That was absolute bullshit which I will not believe and I would love to prove him wrong but the only method employable doesn’t sit well with me, so I turn to my mother to hear her out.“So you want me to get married to her quickly to dispel the Clan Healer’s announcement?” I ask and she nods with a forced smile.“Yes, we
Quinn’s POVAlpha? Invalid?Her words are so full of contempt that I can imagine the harsh look she is sending to Seb’s mother and it is baffling me as it totally opposes the way she addressed and respected her less than a week ago.She was full of smiles and tried her very best to curry her favour which I noted back then was totally unlike Sabrina’s true self.Why was she showing her true self all of a sudden? Where did all the respect go?“That’s not the case my dear, please be patient and try to understand that I was not trying to deceive you, I only wanted to continue with the deal that we made with your father,” Sebs’ mother’s tone is very calm and smooth as she is taking her words slowly yet elegantly to pass the message across.I remember one thing about Sebs and how his mother had tried to match him with another Alpha’s daughter. Because of his rumored character which is said to be ruthless and domineering, no one wants to marry their daughter to him, especially since he is cu
Quinn's POVHi, I'm Quinn, the Silver clan's weakest pack member.I'm weak and I do not belong here because I was adopted by a servant and have been pitied my whole life.The Silver Clan's members are all filled with pride, but I have zero of that in my system. Growing up, I've learnt that only one form of action and reaction can happen to me, pity or bully and I've been bullied every second for the last 5 years of my life, since I started serving at the Silver's mansion and as one of Sabrina's maids.Sabrina is the Alpha's first daughter and the most pampered living being in the whole clan even though she didn't inherit the special powers of the clan and is only good at bullying the weak.She is probably bitter about her inability to inherit the special powers of the Silver clan, but she has every other thing in her disposal. So I do not believe that it is an excuse for being so mean and turning every other maid, both human and werewolf into mean bitches just to torture me. I reall
Quinn's POVThanks to headservant Albert who adopted me when I was just a five year old girl helplessly wondering about the dark alleys of New York after my grandmother died, I am able to live a life better than that of a scrap collector.I had enough energy to clean the hallway till it sparkled after eating some bread and milk.The milk was getting stale and the bread had no yeast, but it's the best I've had since the past week and now, I'm going to do the rest of the laundry assigned to me before I run out of energy and pass out again. I feel so excited that I'm taking the hundred-step-case instead of the elevator and huming my favourite song.My granny used to sing it to make me fall asleep before she left.The wealth of the Silver pack still amazes me even though I have been here for five years now. Everywhere is laced with either Gold or Ruby or some expensive precious stone.I skip the last step and jump on the ground and I'm walking pass the conference hall towards the laundr
"How come they knew of our plans beforehand?" "I've never suffered so much loss in my entire life Draven." I feel so vexed right now that I could shatter the room, which is just what I do.Just one roar, one roar from my wolf, Timothy is all it takes to send the awards laying on the wall shelf down."You need to calm down Alpha, we can always restrategize and reattack them." Draven the clan's beta and my Bestfriend tries to calm me, but there's nothing his words can do and he knows that much."What do you mean calm down?" I don't need a mirror to tell me how reddened my eyes have become and my red eyes is not something others have lived to talk about, except Draven of course. I do my best to restrain my anger around my bestfriend, but it still leaks out and I swipe the documents and files on my desk down to the ground. I get a few cuts which heal immediately, but that's not my problem at the moment. I am still puzzled as to how a clan as weak as the Centras managed to get wind of m
Quinn's POVDid I pass out at the Red Moon Pack again? My head doesn't hurt as much, but why can't I remember anything. I gently open my eyes, anticipating the brightness of wherever I am, but I'm met with darkness instead.A basement? "How did I..?""Ahhh, just rest." A deep voice sounds from right above my head and I feel a shiver run down my spine. That's not Head servant Alberto's voice. Who else could be nice to me? I close my eyes and try to recover my memory of what happened before I passed out but I come out blank and with an headache instead."Just rest, you need to recover. I noticed you don't heal yourself. Are you a half blood?" He asks and I notice the sincerity and gentleness in his voice, but I can't help but flinch at his question.Am I half-blood? Whoever this good Samaritan is is no different from the others.So quick to judge.Because I don't heal, see or change like other werewolves doesn't make me half-blood. I will prove this to everyone!The sheer determinat