Alexander After Brooke and I have a lengthy conversation, I go to my late father's room. I can still feel his presence lingering, but it is faint. I place my desk, which was once a symbol of authority, but now seems cold and lifeless without Maddox behind it. My fingers graze the edges of a half-burnt letter tucked away in one of the drawers. It is my father's handwriting—sharp, commanding, yet eerily familiar."You’ll never understand responsibility until you bear the weight of a crown," my father had written in one of his many stern notes. I clench my jaw, the words igniting a bitter ache in my chest.I sink into the worn leather chair by the window, the weight in my chest heavier than ever. I look at the empty armchair across from me, the one my father used to occupy during our countless arguments.The words of Brooke linger in my mind; I really can’t tell what he is planning, but I know for sure that it isn't a good one.The creak of the door makes me arch my brow as I wonder who
Brooke“My wolf? I can talk to you?” I ask, in disbelief, waiting patiently for a response, but everything feels blank; I can't hear nor feel ‘my wolf.’“Are you there?” I reached inward, to the place where her presence always lingered—a tether to my wolf. But instead of the warm, steady pulse I expected, I found only an endless void, cold and empty.“Talk to me, please,” I beg desperately, but no response; slowly, I feel my eyes turning slowly; the world around me seems to move in haphazard directions, one I can't control.The void in my mind felt like a heavy fog, suffocating every thought I tried to form. My chest tightened as I reached out again, my voice trembling in the silence.But instead, “Where are you?” was the voice, my voice ringing in my head.“Are you okay?” I hear a soft voice from behind me, holding onto me tightly.“Yes, thank you so much,” I say, slowly clearing my eyes.“Thank you,” I add again, this time looking hopeful to see who has helped me.“You…what are you?”
Brooke.It's has been three days since the death of Alpha Maddox Blackwood of the Lunar Legacy pack. The air of the environment has never been the same since his death; it is thick and heavy, and the birds have stopped singing. The sun has refused to shine, while the moon has refused to come out from the face of the earth. The people of Lunar Legacy aren't left out, as everyone is in black attire, with ashes covering their bodies as a result of the death of their Alpha, a ritual in the Lunar Legacy pack.The mansion is worse in comparison; the usual bustling and rumbling aren't heard anywhere, and everyone is in the mourning session for the Alpha, including the maids, servants, and livestock.I, on the other hand, have been in my room since the night of the accusations. I can't bring myself to come out to defend Alexander, not that I don't know he is innocent of the accusations, but because I've been tongue-tied and also because coming to terms with this is just too hard for me.Maddox
AlexanderThe mansion hall was eerily quiet, the air was something darker than grief. The weight of their stares pressed against my chest, and I could feel their doubt hanging in the air, sharper than Carter’s accusations.Carter stood in the center of the room, his face a mask of disgust. In his hands, a bloodied sword and a ring dangled, dripping onto the once-gleaming floor“Here!” He says, breaking the silence, “Look at this.”My chest tightened.“What are you saying, Carter?” I ask, confused at the same time, trying to keep my voice steady.The room erupts into low whispers, as all eyes and fingers point towards the ring and sword with Carter.“Does that not belong to him?”“Yes, I saw that ring when they tried to attack us.”“How could he do such a vile thing?”“Silence!” I shout in rage. I can't believe the comments I’m hearing, that I have killed my father, painting me as a murderer.“Do you think you're the one in charge here, brother?” Carter says his eyes are full of disgust
AlexanderHer laugh echoes in my ears as we talk. One thing I'm grateful to the moon goddess for is that we start to talk more to each other and bond. It's getting less awkward.“You can't be serious. How did he know?” she says, half-laughing.“Well, you know, people like that, I mean the Alphas, we can't keep things away from them,” I explained.It's been three hours plus, and all we've been doing is laughing and also telling her about the funny and iconic historical moments in our pack; seeing her light up with joy makes every second worth it.“By the way, where are Alpha and Carter?” she asks.“Oh, then they went for the monthly check-up and hunting around the pack; they should be back by dawn,” I replied. A minute of silence in between; it isn't an awkward one, but rather a soothing one before her voice cuts in.“I'm really glad that Carter is changing this time, for real,” her voice breaks through the silence.“Ohh, Carter. I hope his change is genuine,” I reply, clutching my hand
Brooke Today marks three days since I was discharged by Dale. He had emphasized repeatedly: Avoid triggers. Anything that stirs old wounds or unsettles you. I’ve been trying my best to follow his advice, but it hasn’t been easy. Alex has been by my side constantly, protective as always, but still refusing to tell me everything that happened.I sit outside, staring at the gentle sway of tree branches in the breeze. The garden feels like a sanctuary, its stillness soothing, yet my mind remains a storm.“How are you, girl?” I hear that familiar voice from behind me.It was Jenna.“I'm good, just here,” I say with a smile.“You look like you are carrying the whole weight of the world on you and thinking about how to navigate through it,” she says, looking worried.Well, I can't deny the fact that I have a lot going through my mind at this point in my life. The memories of what had happened during the dining came back to my head, and I can’t just help but think I'm not safe again; I rememb