Alexa
Oh, shit. I was sure I was wearing warm underwear beneath the slightly oversized pants, but I didn’t know whose pants these were. The red-and-black tartan flannel shirt was also too big for me. If Harlow had treated my back because he was the only healer here, then…
“I swear I didn’t mean it’s a lewd dream or something. It was a silhouette that looked like you. I thought it was you. Then you were standing at the riverbank yesterday, waving at me. That’s all.”
Harlow rambled, swallowing hard afterward. He must have been panicking. Honestly, I was more panicked about something else, but I didn’t dare ask him.
What if he was the one who changed all my clothes? That would be—
‘That would be sexy!’ Mythril squealed with excitement.
“Embarrassing!” I exclaimed, flustered, intending to refute Mythril.
“Oh,&r
AlexaMy sneakers slammed hard along the hallway of Mr. Darius Scott’s house. I could hardly believe all this. How could this cunning old man mess with things that were clearly Harlow’s rightful title?As far as I knew, Gabriel had gone into exile today. He repented, and we forgave each other. He accepted his defeat and agreed to serve his sentence. So why was his uncle still messing up my plans with Harlow?Although some servants called out to stop me, I insisted on seeing Mr. Darius. The hallway on the second floor was dim. This house filled with portraits of Mr. Darius and all the ancestors of the Scott family. The gazes in those paintings seemed to judge me and disapprove of my presence. They might have known I was about to tear this house apart.As I was about to reach the door to Mr. Darius’s study, it opened from the inside. A man I knew well walked out with a tense jaw and a flushed face.“Harlow? You’re here? Did you also get a message from Mr. Darius?” I asked him, blocking
AlexaI couldn’t believe that after so many years, I could finally learn magic again with Mrs. Geeny. All this time, Mrs. Gertrude had restricted the use of magic with baseless accusations. Now, without that woman, I was free to do whatever I wanted.My house was now squeaky clean with a younger maid hired to help Brenda. The fields and livestock were being taken care of by enthusiastic young caretakers. My relationship with Harlow was going well. Everything run as I hoped for.This time, I took the step I should have taken years ago. I sat across from Mrs. Geeny in the backyard of her cabin. An old spell book lay open on the mat, displaying various rituals that Mrs. Geeny had yet to teach me.“Do you still remember the basics of using ritual magic?” she asked.“Please explain it once more. I don’t want to be too arrogant. Besides, it’s been a long time since I studied this.” I clasped my hands in front of my chest.“Alright. Remember this well, Alexa. Magic is the technique of manipu
Alastair“Hello, Lorraine,” I greeted the woman.Her mouth opened, and she blinked. So adorable. Like a child being fed candy, her eyes immediately lit up to welcome me.“Oh, Alpha Alastair! I’m so happy to see you here. Is that for me?” Her eyes glanced at the bouquet of flowers I was holding.“Of course. For you.” I handed her the small gift filled with the fragrance of various flowers.“Thank you, Alpha Alastair. I really love this.” The woman threw herself into my embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck.Without many words, I wrapped my arms around her waist. The poor woman gave me what I had been waiting for. A passionate kiss landed on my lips. Sucking and nibbling, our tongues tangled in a fleeting illusion of desire.She moaned between our heated kisses. As we became more consumed by uncontrollable passion, I guided her inside the house. The door closed behind my back as my hands explored her body. I knew no one would disturb us, with the guards waiting outside the door.“Ar
GabrielMy legs moved uncontrollably. The sound of my jittering feet echoed like my grandmother’s sewing machine, constant and fast. Time and time again, I had to unclench my fists to relax and think about what would happen in my future.A year in prison? No longer being an alpha? Even Alexa had left me. Nothing remained except that treacherous bitch. How could she still cling to me like a weed latching onto the tree?Someone knocked on my door. I wasn’t expecting any guests, so the sound of my servant’s voice instantly ignited my anger. I snapped at the old servant. But when I saw the man who barged into my room, I shut my damn mouth.“Come on, you’re too harsh on him.” I snorted at Alpha Alastair’s comment.“What do you want? Didn’t you say you wanted to take a walk?” I asked.“That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’ve been around the Silver Moon territory. I must say, I see a lot of potential here.” Alastair smirked, and I hated seeing his smile.“Yeah, if you’re done, now get out.” I sn
AlexaHarlow’s eyes burned every inch of my skin. It was crazy because I should be wet with cold. Contrary to outward appearances, I was instead agitated by the heat that ignited the fire inside me.His hand grabbed my hand that was covering my chest. He pulled me with a gentle tug close to his body. Like invisible magic, I obeyed with small steps until I was now in his arms.“Is this real?” he asked as his thumb brushed my cheek.The scent of his body enveloped the surrounding air. Mint and pine, a scent I’d never forget. Mythril had now turned into a fiery energy that coursed through my veins with great anticipation.“What’s real?” I asked as I raised my head to him.“You. Us. Here, together with no barriers anymore. Free. It’s too good to be true.” Harlow frowned.There was a gleam of fear in his dark eyes. The sudden heavy rain in spring made me worry too. It was as if we could be separated again at any time. Somehow, I felt that there was something dark still stalking us. But I c
AlexaIt took two days for Lorraine and Mrs. Gertrude to move. They left the Dawson family home and returned to the Oswald family home on the outskirts of the village. To avoid unwanted drama, the guards escorted them during their return.There was actually a slight sense of pity for them. In the past, when they acted arrogantly towards me, I hated them so much. But seeing them in such a miserable state now, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for them.‘Ugh, can’t you make up your mind?’ Mythril sounded displeased with the pity settling on my chest.‘I can’t help it. They look miserable. They said Mrs. Gertrude cried endlessly.’ I thought while gazing at the tip of the Dawson family home’s roof from my bedroom window in Gabriel’s house.‘At least they weren’t executed,’ Mythril snorted.On the third day, Mr. Pascoe and Harlow came to pick me up. I descended to the ground floor in an emerald green dress and a small bag of clothes. Gabriel was already waiting for me downstairs.“Are you rea