FLASHBACK There she was, standing between her two daughters with a smile on her face. She stretched out her hand and took it in mine before kissing the back of my hand. ‘ it is very nice to meet you sweet pea, I have heard so much about you.’’ her daughters were just my age. I could tell. and in my mind there was a short image of how fun it would be to play with them. I've never had siblings while my mother was alive. and it has always been a dream of mine to have and play with siblings. When I smiled back at my new mother, I could feel father's eyes on us. He seemed so genuinely happy. He had been nervous about this earlier and it had been bugging him the whole day. Even though I was only seven I had learnt to take in a lot of information by just observation. I had taught myself to understand and see things for what they truly are. to not fill my mind with illusions. It was part of the main factors of how well I was able to cope with my mother's death. by understanding that she wa

Weston will choose his mate. The words kept ringing in my head. A new testament, something i couldn’t truly believe until it was indented in my mind. I expected the ceremony to be anything else other than what Weston announced. I could feel myself Losing Grip of reality when I heard those words leave his mouth. when he presented those women and declared that he would choose a mate from one of them. I had lost him forever. He was no longer my best friend. He was no longer my friend to begin with. He was alpha and he has now started taking over his duties as alpha and doing what was good for the pack. I should have seen this coming. I should have known it would happen. Why did I allow my heart to melt for a man who would never be mine? Why am I so dumb to keep falling for my best friend? as I ran to the garden crying, I hoped that no one could see me. It was heartbreaking of course but the last thing I wanted was for people to start talking about me. I didn't want to seem miserable.

Lost in my thoughts, I made my way back home from the run with Weston. I felt flustered, touching my lips as I remembered my kiss with him. He said he was going to see me tomorrow. Did this mean we were back to our original routine? Did this mean my best friend was back? As I walked through the dark streets, deep in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows, startling me. “Justin, what the hell?’’ I shouted, clutching my chest. He smiled at me as he approached. I felt apprehensive as he stepped in front of my path, blocking my way. "Alondra," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Still frolicking in the woods with the Alpha?" My heart clenched at his words, a mixture of anger and fear bubbling within me. While I did not quite like Justin, I always believed that there was good in everyone. And I hoped that he would become good someday. However, everything he does recently is always bad for me. I recall particia’s warning and i feel estranged with him. Nommater ho

Everything had changed. Life working in the packhouse had taken on a different hue, an unsettling feeling rested at the bottom of my stomach while I moved around the walls, doing my daily chores. It was as if a dark cloud loomed over the place. A shadow of bad luck cast over the vicinity. It was unlike anything i've ever felt. As the days went by, the Alpha and I had barely talked. After our kiss in the garden he did not reach out to me the following day like he had promised. He had gone back to avoiding me. Making me feel like I was deserving of being a side character. or fading in the background. Mistress Mary continued to give me chores. Making me feel like more of a slave and less of a servant.Yet the more work I was given, the more it was situated outside the pack house and not in it. All of my work, like helping out with the kitchen operations or cleaning out their rooms, always revolved around the royal pack house. yet my duties have been redirected towards the warrior quarter

As the early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I blinked my eyes open, slowly, sitting up from my bed, I gripped the covers as i Pushed them away from me. Tonight, for the first time since my mom died, I had a nightmare. emerging from the clutches of sleep. Stretching my limbs, I yawned, ready to get out of bed. Unlike the nightmare of a dream I had, I was rather excited and rejuvenated for the day. I have not had enough sleep but still it was something. Last night Weston walked me to the door. and he kissed my forehead and he told me that he still planned on working through all that he promised me. Our moments in the garden had left me trembling. I had gotten a taste of what passion truly was. I have been a virgin all alone yet he had changed that. and instead of how uncomfortable and scary I expected it to be he made me feel safe and loved. He would stop right in the middle to ask whether I still wanted this. or whether it was okay. He asked for my permission before tak