Astrid
Freshly baked bread and the sweet aroma of soup invaded my nostrils. The bar was filled with men and women but not overcrowded. I felt my skin beginning to crawl. My social anxiety was starting to crawl out. No one paid attention to me, and I scrambled off to the farthest table in the room.
I sat on a chair, which creaked under my lightweight. The table surface was scarred from years of use but was still in good shape. The bar stretched along the right side of the room, its shelves with wooden bottles of wines and local spirits.
At the center of the room was an empty spot for local musicians to perform. On the left side of the bar wall was a painting of a big white Moon with a wolf howling underneath it. It was beautiful. The rest of the walls had maps and old pictures that had faded.
Loud laughter rang through the entire club as they all laughed at something the man had said. I felt eyes on me even though I knew no one was staring at me. I wasn't worth staring at. Bartenders and servers moved around the room, servants carrying wooden trays as they served their customers.
"Did you hear about Alpha Magnus finding his mate?" A browned-haired skinny guy asked, his voice resonating around the bar. I tensed up suddenly as his words floated in my hair. I looked around frantically and put back on my cape.
I was already regretting why I came. Covering myself, with only my eyes revealed, I listened raptly to what they were about to say.
"I heard she's ugly; that is why the Alpha refuses to show her to the people or accept the mate bond." The browned-haired skinny guy said.
"I heard she's a spoiled brat and pompous. She thinks everything is about her. That is why the Alpha decided to teach her a lesson by ignoring her." Another commented.
"I also heard from a reliable source her family and pack members hate her, and they all wish her dead because she did something." A young lady dressed in brown said, smacking her lips together. Instantly, my eyes got filled with tears. Her words weren't lies. They were the truth. They all wanted me dead on something I had no control over.
“I heard she’s retarded, and do a mute from one of the servants working in the castle.” Another said, sipping a drink from the wooden cup handed over to him by a serving girl.
“What would you like to order?” A serving girl asked, interrupting my lamentation.
"Huh….water would be fine," I answered weakly, my appetite gone. She looked at me like an alien. I could understand who the hell comes to a bar to order water. She nodded and left.
I continued listening to stories and news associated with Magnus and me till I didn't know when tears fell on the sudden table in front of me. I didn't judge someone, especially without even knowing them or based on rumors, but then I realized everyone was not as naïve and stupid as me.
Even as my family mistreated me, I associated it with their way of grieving for their beloved son.
The serving girl returned after a while with a tray in her hand. She placed the tray on the table. I had requested something else. It was a bowl of soup and freshly baked bread. I stared at it in confusion.
"This isn't what I ordered," I said, confused.
"Yeah. Someone asked me to deliver this. Eat it, and don't question. You look skinny enough." She took the tray along with her and left. I stared at her back as she went. Averting my gaze from her, I looked around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone kind enough to order me this. I didn't know anyone here apart from Magnus.
My eyes connected with that of a big man sitting in the corner of the room. He was wearing a large black cape, and the hood covered his entire face, but I knew he was openly staring at me without shame. That instant, I knew he was the one who ordered the serving girl to give me the bread and soup.
"How long has he been staring at me?" I felt my skin crawl. I quickly averted my gaze away, but I could still feel him staring at me. I stared at the food but couldn't find myself eating it. "What if he has a hidden motive and put something inside? Or what if he was a criminal." In my thoughts, I looked back at him sneakily but found him still staring at me. I gave him a weak glare, which seemed to amuse him instead.
"I heard the Alpha mate is so weak that the Alpha rejected her, too. One blow from our weakest pup could knock her out." One of the patrons scoffed. My eyes snapped to him, but he took no notice of me.
"If I were to be the Alpha also, I would reject her immediately without regard for the mate-bond. I wouldn't want someone as weak as that as a mate." Another with a bald head interjected with a burst of mocking laughter.
"Poor soul!" A lady sighed loudly, and they all erupted in laughter. This time, I couldn't control the tears. I quickly retreated into the cape and rested my head downward on the table.
Their words cut deep down into my mind and head. I wondered if that was what Magnus felt and if that was the real reason he rejected, under the pretense he wanted to fall in love.
"Was that why he dumped me in the east wing and ignored me? Did he think I was weak and not fit enough to be his Luna?" I thought. I regretted ever leaving the castle. I should have stayed in the room like the good girl I had always been and wouldn't have heard all this. My hands had turned deathly pale at the intensity of the grip on my clothes. I felt ashamed to raise my head.
After getting a grip on myself, I raised my head, and my eyes met with the big man in the corner. He stared at me with concern and guilt. His hands gripped the table tightly in what seemed like anger.
"Why is he angry?" I thought. "Was it because I didn't eat the food he bought for me?" I wondered. I was scared to stand up, and he would follow me out. "What if he killed me on my way back to the palace? That would be good and spare Magnus the trouble of discarding me."
I stood up, glancing at the man glancing at the man and saying he had no intention of standing up. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the door. Looking back to steal another glance, my head collided with a rigid wall.
ASTRIDEarly in the evening, one of Atlas's pack members approached me and offered to braid my hair. Initially, I was surprised but told her not to worry because I had someone for that. Samantha was capable of tending to my hair if I needed to. The lady insisted and said she was very good at working on hair.After trying to dissuade her, I finally let her braid me. A few minutes in, I appreciated her work. It was terrific, and she used an oily sap on my hair, making it smoother and straighter as she braided.“Where did you learn to braid like this?” I asked her.She chuckled. "My grandmother. She always braided us when we were younger; most neighborhood children came to her. She didn't charge them."“She sounds like a lovely woman,” I said, smiling at the girl. “Where is she now?”"She passed on," she said, pursing her lips for a long time. For a few minutes, she didn't speak but silently worked on my hair. I didn't talk too because I didn't know what to say then. I could tell she mis
MAGNUSWe found Atlas waiting outside when we returned from our little run. He was fidgeting and talking animatedly and pointing around. He seemed like a man on the verge of losing everything and was eagerly trying to save the little he had left.Astrid and I slowly approached him. I could feel Astrid's anxiety as she walked beside me. It made me feel bad that she felt that way—as if she was afraid of upsetting Atlas. I wished I could turn off the bond so I wouldn't have to suffer inside knowing that she felt like that.When Atlas noticed us, he dismissed his guards quickly and came running. When he reached us, he pushed me aside and grabbed Astrid by the arm. "Are you okay? You've been gone for long, and I was worried about you!"Atlas was all over Astrid, and it made me feel like tearing his skin off his bones. I could sense his possessive intentions, which didn't sit well with me.Astrid nodded and looked up at him with a smile. “I’m fine. I wasn’t in any danger.”Still, Atlas cont
ASTRID"Do you miss anyone back home? Samantha, perhaps?" I rolled my eyes and ignored Magnus like I'd been doing since he walked up to me in the garden.“Of course, I miss her,” I finally replied, feeling the nostalgia wash over me. “I'm just trying to think of myself first before anyone else, for once.”"That's a good thing, Astrid. I've always wanted that for you," he said, and it sounded very genuine. "I want us to go back home," he added, and I immediately stood up from the bench and began walking away."Astrid," he called out, and I felt goosebumps cover my skin.“I'm sorry that I keep bringing it up,” he said as he trailed after me."No need to apologize; just stop doing it."“I can't,” he replied. “I don't like living like this, like a fugitive.”"Well, you made the bed, so lay on it." I retorted as I quickened my steps."What is so special about these people anyway? Besides the Vampire.""The people love me," I answered honestly. "They treat me well, and they've accepted me a
MAGNUSI leaned back against the rough wooden wall, wincing as the movement tugged at the wound, still wrapped in thick layers of cloth. The scent of herbs and dried blood lingered in the room.I tried to focus on the room's warmth and comfort, but my thoughts drifted back to her. It was as if every time I closed my eyes, I could see her standing there, dressed in that damn bright yellow dress that clung to her curves in all the right places.I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but it was useless. She was all I could think about. That dress...it was almost too much. The way it hugged her waist, the soft material brushing against her thighs as she moved. My heart had nearly stopped when I saw her walk in.And her lips. Gosh, those lips. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off them. Full and pink, they called to me, begging to be kissed and claimed. I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the desire building up inside me."Magnus," her voice broke through my th
ASTRIDI stood hesitantly outside the small room where Magnus was recovering, my heart racing with mixed emotions.It had been a few days since our last conversation, and I had been steadily avoiding another one with him.And it was because I couldn't bear the mournful look in his eyes whenever he looked at me.Whenever I felt like checking in on him, I'd pause like I was doing right then, utterly unsure how to navigate the meeting without feeling terrible afterwards.Ayla had refused to talk to me for three days; no matter what I traded, it was as if she wasn't even three, and the silence made me feel even worse.I wanted to turn away and return to my room, but I had to talk to him.I breathed deeply and nodded to myself before knocking twice and then pushing the door open."I knew you were out there," he stated immediately after I entered the room."Why aren't you wearing a shirt?!" I burst out as I eyed his naked torso crossly.He shrugged as he sat down on the bed. "It's boiling o
MAGNUSI woke slowly, like a man climbing out of a deep, dark hole. I forced my eyes open and winced from the sun's rays as I groggily took in my surroundings.“I’m glad you are finally awake.”My weak heart sputtered and leapt when I heard her voice before her face appeared above mine.She smiled warmly at me, even though I could see the tears shining in her eyes as she lowered beside me.I turned my head to the side, watching her. I wanted to speak, but my tongue felt like it had been glued to the top of my mouth…and my mouth felt like I'd eaten nothing but wormwood for weeks.She must have noticed me struggling to speak because she pressed a gentle hand to my chest and shook her head, "You need to rest."I didn't listen; I had so much to say…so I took a deep breath and tried to speak again."Where…am I?" I began, sounding and feeling like my tongue was rolling around in my mouth."You are in another pack," she replied, then pressed a finger to my lips when I made to speak again. "Y