Shirley Things with Ralph have progressed to a whole new level. Sure, there have been a few complications, but I’ve still managed to get him in a good place to deliver the final blows. However, the end of my plan admittedly will require more information. Ralph likes me - or rather, Anya. He’s made that perfectly clear. But apparently, dizzying his head with surface level conversations and adoring looks won’t cut it. I don’t know Ralph well enough for the charm to fully work because I’m uncertain what he fully wants or needs. Hence why his sudden need for affection threw Cicy and me off. In order for this to really work, I need to know more about Ralph. I need to dig a little deeper. I decide to start my research by turning to Jean, but she - surprisingly - doesn’t have much to offer. “Ralph and I have been together for three years, but most of our time has been spent in bed together, exploring physical pleasures,” she tells me as we both sit at the Fleetwood cafe, sipping coffe
Shirley Once again, I’ve found myself drinking a cup of coffee as I sit inside another cafe. However, this time it’s not Jean who sits across from me - it’s Keith. We’ve been eyeing each other for a few minutes, both of us barely moving as we don’t even take a sip of our drinks. Ron is long gone at this point - after he heard me accept Keith’s invitation, the man had quickly said his goodbyes. So now it was just Keith and me, and I really can’t understand why he was helping me. “Why are you suddenly so eager to talk to me about Ralph?” I finally ask, getting nowhere with my silent thoughts. “Why now?” Keith huffs at my questions. “Eager might be an overstatement,” he insists. “But I guess I had a slight change of heart considering I can tell you’re serious about Ralph.” I blink as I take in his words, waiting for a “but.” However, Keith surprises me as he continues. “I still have my reservations, seeing as I believe in the sanctity of fated mates, but…” But. “I’m als
Shirley Leaving the cafe has my head in a spin as I try to juggle all of the information I just learned. I walk down the street as I think about Jean first, considering what she told me. However, as I realize most of it has to do with physical intimacy and secrecy, I abandon the details. Next, I think of Ron. He didn’t give me much to work with, but he had mentioned how Ralph and he had drifted over the years. He claimed it was “this and that,” but I can’t help but feel there’s something written between the lines. And finally, there’s what Keith told me. I’m still blown away that he was willing to talk to me about Ralph after all that he’s said and done, but regardless I’m thankful. He gave me more insight than either Jean or Ron had. But how is it helpful? He said that Ralph is a motivated and committed Beta, but he also mentioned Ralph’s mission to become the leader of the Beta. And since Keith wasn’t willing to just hand over the title to him simply because of friendship
Shirley I’m certain Ralph has seen the paper by now, and there’s no way he missed our story - it’s on the front page for Goddess’ sake. However, I have yet to hear from him and I know I can’t risk the chance of reaching out myself. So I have to take another route. It’s lunchtime and I’ve “coincidentally” decided to catch a meal at the Root - Ralph’s tried and true lunch spot. Seeing as he hasn’t come to me, I’m taking it upon myself to ensure that we “bump” into one another so he has no choice but to face me. I’m assuming the only reason he hasn’t rushed to my side is because he’s trying not to seem too eager with the information at his fingertips. Either that, or he’s still trying to process everything. After all, suddenly discovering that the girl you’ve been seeing is secretly the Alpha King’s niece isn’t an easy pill to swallow. Making my way down the street, I can see the restaurant in the distance, watching as people come and go out the front door. I don’t spot Ralph among
Shirley I feel them both waiting for me to respond, though I realize now that Keith has shifted backward, giving me a little space. His actions allow me to feel the fall breeze on my skin, making my head clearer. “No, of course not,” I tell Ralph, appearing scattered as I brush him off, attempting to hide the “truth.” “Yes, you are,” he insists, giving a nod. “I saw the paper this morning. There was a story on the front page saying the Alpha King is going to receive his niece.” “That has nothing to do with me,” I try, shaking my head before I gesture to Keith. “We were just joking around.” I try to laugh him off, looking to Keith for backup. However, the Alpha doesn’t budge as he stares at Ralph as if hanging on every word. “But your picture was included,” Ralph presses ahead. “Right in the middle of the article.” Faking surprise, I make my eyes grow wider as I take a step back. “What?” I ask. “But…but how did they -“ “So you’ve been faking your identity this entire time
Shirley As I watch Ralph tearing down the street, getting farther and farther away from us, I begin to feel panic rise up from my toes. Ralph is leaving. And his urgency suggests that he’s on his way to somewhere specific, or rather - someone specific. Jean. He’s going to reject her. Right now. And everything in me can’t help but feel things might go south. “I have to go,” I say aloud suddenly, taking myself by surprise. But I soon realize that maybe the words aren’t necessarily for me, but for the Alpha still standing at my side. Simultaneously, we both look over at each other. The furrow over his brow causes me to swallow as I begin to back away. “I’m sorry, Keith,” I start. “I have to go take care of something urgent.” I then try to swivel away, but I’m stopped as I feel his hand wrap around my arm. “Wait,” he says, leaving me to look back at him as I can’t move my arm even a centimeter within his grasp. But I can’t wait. I need to go. So I tell him. “I need to
Shirley As quiet as a mouse, I step out of the room, my eyes scanning the entryway as if expecting to find shattered glass and carnage. However, everything is still perfectly in its place and my eyes are left landing on the only movement I can spot in the hallway. Jean is standing there, hugging herself as she looks toward the door. I don’t say anything as the seconds tick by, giving her space to gather her thoughts as I prepare myself for whatever reaction she’ll have once the adrenaline wears off. It takes a good five minutes and my feet are sore as my heels press into the ground, but finally - Jean blinks. Then she repeats the action, but her eyelids become more rapid, fluttering quickly before tears begin to fall. The moment she looks over at me, she releases a sob. “Shirley,” she tries. I rush over, throwing my arms around her as I shut my eyes tight and squeeze her tighter. She trembles in my arms as her cries fill the hall, and I just let her empty out every single emoti
Shirley After finishing the errands, I return to Jean’s to find that she has finished packing up the rest of her things. Thankfully, we were able to pull some strings for a moving company to pick up everything within the hour and booked a flight for this evening. Even if we had to pay a ridiculous amount, we figured it’s worth it just in case Ralph changes his mind and returns - though I doubt that will happen. He thinks he’s about to have the Alpha King’s blessing - he’ll never turn back. Once the movers arrive, they’re quick to load all of Jean and Eliot’s belongings into the truck. However, that’s likely because Jean and I both seem a little frantic and they can sense our desperation. I swear everything gets packed and strapped down within the blink of an eye. Now it’s just Jean, little Eliot, and me standing in front of her house, holding each other's hands as we stare at the flourishing rose bushes and forest green shutters. As Jean inhales slowly, her hard stare sweeping