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 s

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 different 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 at 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 with 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 wa

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

As we worked together I couldn't help but feel that this was going to be great. My relationship with Weston was perfect now. I 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 curiously. She stayed up at me with a smile before continuing. ‘ nostalgic. quite okay. I was rather nervous about the pregnancy at first but I'm going to be okay. I figure that the nervousness doesn't really help me. and the stress is not really good for the baby.’’ “ I agree, Patricia. We should take a lot of time to rest and also do it well. Your mother also demanded that I keep the pregnancy a secret," I began, my voice tinged with caution. "I want you to understand that I intend to do that. I respect your privacy, and as your friend..." But befo

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.