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
The rays of the Sun penetrated through my curtains indicating that morning had come. When I opened the door and entered I had a tray of breakfast in my hands hoping that my stepmother wouldn't hear me from downstairs. she was asleep on the couch possibly because she had fallen asleep meeting her sweaters or something that she barely ever did before.The Wounded man still slept on my bed. I on the other hand had arranged for some blankets on the floor where I slept watching over him and nursing him back to health. as injuries had been pretty serious and a couple of times through the night I had what about taking him down to the Pack Hospital. but at the end of it I realise that I would be in much bigger trouble than how I had started. I will be asked the endless questions about why a stranger who was not even a member of the Pack was in my bedroom and why I was messing him back to health. but no one was going to understand that this very strange I held a grave secrets. on that secret w
I entered the living room, my steps hesitant, sensing an atmosphere thick with tension. I had a bad feeling about this, but I still entered, knowing that turning back would get me nowhere. There, standing with an armored expression, was my stepmother, her eyes narrowed with anger. Fear pricked at my skin as I wondered what transgression had led her to summon me in such a manner. It had to be something bad, or perhaps something that didn't even make sense. She’d always find a reason to be angry at me anyway. "Alondra," she hissed through clenched teeth, "how could you be so careless? Leaving the door open during the night, inviting danger into our home! Are you trying to get all of us killed? Is that your plan?" I stared at her trying to figure out what she was talking about. I could feel the anger emerging from her body. The way she stared at me was with pure disdain and anger. Slowly, her words struck me like a blow, and I immediately felt a pang of guilt gnawing at my conscience.