The rays of the sun filtered through my bedroom window when I woke up. I was in a particularly good mood this morning. I had a dream about my mother like I always do, and this time, it felt as if she was talking to me, encouraging me and urging me to stay strong despite how my stepmother treats me. She was reminding me of my promise to my stepfather.It felt as if she was right there with me, talking to me non-stop, protecting and guiding me. My eyebrows scrunched as I noticed the open window and the envelope that sat on top of the window mounted on a piece of nail. I stretch my hand, picking up the envelope and tearing it open. My heart beating drastically at the possibility of what would be for me on the inside. This is how messages were delivered through the pack. I never got many. Not a lot of times at least. I did my job diligently. Messages were often presented to someone if they were to be punished for something they did or did not do, saying it made me nervous.The letter ins
My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside the grand double doors of the study in the pack house. With a trembling hand, I raised it to knock, my knuckles tapping against the wood. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, heightening my nerves. The weight of the moment settled on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me inside.The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Pierce, Weston's mother. Her stern expression mirrored the unease that churned in my gut. She motioned for me to enter with a curt nod, as if I were a rabbit. I stepped forward, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. As I crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood filled my senses, reminding me of previous visits to the pack house. I had always cleaned his room but never will the Alpha order the Queen inside it. Never being in their presence has always been a success for me. Going unnoticed has always been the goal. And there right now, I find myself in the jaws of d
My meeting with Alpha Mark left me feeling mentally exhausted. Or maybe it was because of that an expression that the Queen kept giving me even while the Alpha spoke. I know that she hated me. She never put in the art of trying to hide that, but unless they wondered if even she herself could really answer the question of why she hated me so much. Was it just pure resentment for something I had never done? or was it just a natural Instinct of feeling for her? I could never hate someone for no reason. Especially when they've never done anything wrong to me. I just don't understand how she can hate me with so much passion.Alpha Mark’s words however resonated inside me. He wanted me to keep away from his son. This one word that I had heard from the Queen over and over again. As I turned the corner, my breath hitched in my throat. There he was— Weston, standing tall and imposing. I've never been nervous when I saw Weston but right now, with the words of his father ringing in my head, I c
The whole argument with Bethany still lingered in my mind. I could not fully understand why she would choose to behave like this. While I hated my step sister, I believed that she was intelligent and that she would see right through Justin’s act. Yet, like always, she is convinced that I'm trying to steal something from her. Someone. If only she would understand that I'm not interested in Justin and I never will be.A bad feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach, realizing that Patricia and Aria’s presence today might have something to do with the Alpha or his cousin.Everytime I think about Weston, simple images about our kids play in my mind. and all I want to do is make out with him again. All I want is to feel his hands on my body, exploring me, touching me, kissing me and wanting me to himself. As we lead Patricia and Aria into the forest where we could easily talk away from the prying eyes and ears of my stepmother and stepsisters, we remain silent. I always felt safe eac
I reached the foyer where Mistress Mary stood, with a stack of papers in her hands. I somehow felt uneasy about it,while I loved to work, seeing her holding papers like that meant more work; not for all the servants, but for me. The perks of being called her favorite servant came with the mistreatment of having more chores slumped on my shoulders. Her sharp gaze met mine as I approached, and I straightened my posture, attempting to hide my nervousness. Mistress Mary and I always got along smoothly. She was wonderful and I always made sure to do what I was told. She hardly ever reprimands me, and she always gives me enough time off when there isn't too much work to do, which is mostly never."Ah, Alondra, just the person I was looking for," Mistress Mary said, her voice with authority. "I have some important news. We will be receiving guests in two days, and preparations must be made immediately."Guests? My heart sank. The pack house was already a hive of activities, and the thought
I hurried down the corridor of the pack house, carrying clean clothes from the laundry room for the guest rooms. The preparations for the impending arrival of the werewolf dignitaries were in full swing, and every moment counted. It felt like a circus inside the Pack house. Everyone was moving around, not caring who they bumped into. Each person was trying to figure out where they belonged and what they were supposed to do. While mistress Mary was in charge of assigning duties to everyone. She seemed to have been given lesser duty to serve the servants who finished quite early and we're not sure what to do next. In the Pack, whenever a servant is done with her duties, there are extra points given for seeking extra work instead of going back to rest. I however, have never gotten the opportunity of seeking extra work because my hands have always been full. My mind was focused on the tasks at hand, trying to distract myself from the lingering memory of the kiss Weston and I had shared
I knelt in the garden, working on the flowers but my mind was far away. The forbidden kiss I had shared with Weston in this very garden flooded my mind. It gave me butterflies. I touched my lips, feeling their electric adrenaline that pumped through my skin at the thought of him kissing me again.The intensity of that moment replayed like a vivid dream, igniting a fire that burned over my skin and made me feel like the ground could open up and swallow me.A rustling sound broke the silence, drawing my attention. My eyes fluttered open, and I gasped as I spotted an unfamiliar figure stumbling into the garden. It was only just a few hours away from the ceremony. I wasn't sure what would be announced at a ceremony or what it was really about but I was glad that I had finished a big portion of my duties for the day. The mysterious woman looked around my age, with striking features but an air of elegance that marked her as someone of importance. I figured that she must have been one of the
As we continued to talk, it became easy for me to share with her. And I told her about Weston. Well, I didn't really use his name; I avoided using a name to begin with. But I did tell her that there was a boy with him I was madly in love with, but it wasn't meant to be because, he came from a world that was untouchable. Because the thought of him and I was despicable and unfathomable. Serafina actually listened to me. It didn't sound like she was judging me or looking at me with discontent. Instead, she just listened to me from stop. She let me read and talk on and on. I told her about how it made me feel. What I thought it meant. Was I crazy for just trusting a stranger?“It sounds to me like this but I truly loved you but just don't do it. or he is fighting with his own feelings and hoping that they can just go away if he ignores them.’’ because the first thing that ever had someone spit something that made too much sense. but then, I also felt like I was dangling on false hopeful s