I had grown accustomed to being treated as a lowly servant, always at the beck and call of my supervisor, Mistress Mary, my stepmother and stepsisters, other servants and the royal families. But amidst the monotony of my daily routine today, there was one person who was different—Luke.Luke was the beta to Weston, our pack's alpha, and he had never treated me like a servant or a lowlife. He was always kind, considerate, and treated me with respect. He treated me like a normal werewolf instead of treating me like less of a human. he didn't boss me around. if he asks me to do anything you would always be considerate and give me enough time to do it. you would even offer me an extent and insist that I didn't need to rush myself. I needed Patricia was happy to be with him. he was her mate after all and the both of them loved each other dearly. they were the pack’s sweetheart compared to Aria’s relationship with her mate.Our encounters were usually brief, as he had his own responsibilitie
The anticipation of Weston's upcoming party hung heavy in the air, and with each passing day, my worry deepened. The pack had been buzzing with excitement, preparing for the grand event where Weston would choose his mate. Over the past few weeks Western and I have gotten heated on almost every surface of the garden. It didn't help that there was no furniture but he always seemed to find a way to make me comfortable while he ravished me. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. He left me craving for more. He left me wanting him and nothing else. no one else. Justin had significantly disappeared into the Pack house. Aiding with the preparations of Weston's ceremony he had become so busy that even Bethany herself felt lonely. Before, Justin would always come every day to visit Bethany. and they would spend hours in her room making sexual noises that work everyone in the house. However, even though we complained about it, my stepmother never said a thing about it. instead she
Even though my original plan had been to approach Patricia later after Weston's ceremony I just couldn't help myself. she seemed like she wasn't okay and as I looked at her I remembered Luke’s words. something definitely seems to trouble her. I was not sure on how to approach her but I knew that at the end of it it would be a decision whether or not to tell me. I did not want to be too pushy yet again I didn't want to leave her when she needed me."Trish," I began tentatively, "is everything alright? You seem troubled."She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Alondra, there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been hiding, and it's tearing me apart."My heart skipped a beat, a sense of nervousness settling inside me. Patricia had never been one to easily worry about something. she would always approach a challenge head-on before she let it bring her down. but the Patricia I was looking at right now was not the same.She was genuinely worried and scared about something and that re
After my argument with Patricia I decided that I needed a moment of my own. it was obvious that she meant every word of what he had said and arguing with her was not on my to-do list. Everyone looked at me differently now. I had been isolated my entire life but this was just an extra touch. This adapted as a confirmation of all my fears. it had confirmed all the insecurities and developed over the years working in the packhouse around the royal family. Every single reassurance that Patricia and area had given me had just been erased. the confirmation was said. This is how they have all felt about me all along. Right now thinking about Weston just isn't going to help me. because even though everything is going perfectly well with him right now, I had a bad feeling about it. Perhaps it's because of my condescending nature of expecting something horrible whenever things are going right in my life. because right now it has just proven itself install while my relationship with Weston was
I hurried through the hallways of the pack house, my heart racing as I tried to avoid drawing attention to myself. The thing is, any attempts that I would make at avoiding attention would often lead to attention being drawn towards me. I had just returned from the secret room in the attic where the wounded man lay, unconscious and hidden from prying eyes. My mind was filled with thoughts of him, of the dangerous plot that threatened our pack's alpha, and the burden of keeping this secret from everyone, including my stepsister, Zoe.As I descended down the staircase, my eyes caught sight of Zoe standing at the bottom,She was looking up at me with scrutinizing eyes. I rolled my eyes already anticipating the argument that was going to follow. What was she going to say? Would she accuse me of watching her boyfriend or would she come to make a point on how she had insulted me their previous time? When I reached the bottom of the stairs I noticed that her eyes were shifted from me and towa
The doors of the pack mansion swung open, revealing the interior that always seemed to be teeming with secrets.Even though I had worked in a pack house all my life, his head in the hole had something secret. It was like the Pack House itself and its own secrets. Something that not even the servants or the pack members could know. As I stepped inside, a wave of nerves washed over me. I had been summoned by Mrs. Pierce, the mother of Alpha Weston, and the ever-watchful queen of our pack. The woman who sings hated me for no reason and who had tried beyond reasonable doubt to keep me away from the alpha. What did she want from me this time? I was nervous and scared. because whenever I was summoned by the queen of the don't mean something good. she wasn't just trying to catch up with me. She would want me to do something or demand that I did something out of character. I wish I could just run and abandon his responsibilities homestead but everyday is a chance that I get to stay with Westo
"Alondra!" Patricia's voice echoed through the hallway, causing me to freeze in my tracks. Flashbacks of our previous encounter rent my mind, the hurtful words she had said to me and how she answered them without a hint of hesitation. I no longer considered her my friend. a friend could not see the things that she did feel stop it had felt as if she had been holding them back for a very long time. why would she think that I wanted her mate question mark and why would he think that all I do is try and seduce the men of the packhouse? She was no different from my step sisters and my stepmother. she had made my fears come true.I turned slowly to face her, my heart pounding within my chest. Trish was a royal, no matter how much he did what you said I couldn't just dismiss her. it would have greater repercussions. Patricia stood a few feet away, her eyes filled with sadness. Did this have anything to do with the conversation I had just had with her mother a couple of minutes ago? I braced
" Of Course. We can just move past this. I believe we can, Patricia," I responded with excitement in my voice. "We are stronger together, and I hope we can find a way to support each other in the challenges that lie ahead. I do not want to lose you as a friend."A flicker of relief danced across Patricia's face, and for a brief moment, the weight of our differences seemed to dissipate. She was a wonderful person. Even though she went through her own challenges she was still great.As we worked together I couldn't help but feel that this was going to be great. my relationship with Weston was perfect now. he couldn't wait to meet him in the garden again. but I wasn't going to tell Patricia about it. even though I trusted her it was still a risk that I wasn't willing to take. they also was not ready to expose our relationship to anyone else and I was going to respect that.“ so how are you feeling so far?’’ I asked the curiously. She stayed up at me with a smile before continuing.‘ nost