The whole argument with Bethany still lingered in my mind. I could not fully understand why she would choose to behave like this. While I hated my step sister, I believed that she was intelligent and that she would see right through Justin’s act. Yet, like always, she is convinced that I'm trying to steal something from her. Someone. If only she would understand that I'm not interested in Justin and I never will be.A bad feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach, realizing that Patricia and Aria’s presence today might have something to do with the Alpha or his cousin.Everytime I think about Weston, simple images about our kids play in my mind. and all I want to do is make out with him again. All I want is to feel his hands on my body, exploring me, touching me, kissing me and wanting me to himself. As we lead Patricia and Aria into the forest where we could easily talk away from the prying eyes and ears of my stepmother and stepsisters, we remain silent. I always felt safe eac

I hurried down the corridor of the pack house, carrying clean clothes from the laundry room for the guest rooms. The preparations for the impending arrival of the werewolf dignitaries were in full swing, and every moment counted. It felt like a circus inside the Pack house. Everyone was moving around, not caring who they bumped into. Each person was trying to figure out where they belonged and what they were supposed to do. While mistress Mary was in charge of assigning duties to everyone. She seemed to have been given lesser duty to serve the servants who finished quite early and we're not sure what to do next. In the Pack, whenever a servant is done with her duties, there are extra points given for seeking extra work instead of going back to rest. I however, have never gotten the opportunity of seeking extra work because my hands have always been full. My mind was focused on the tasks at hand, trying to distract myself from the lingering memory of the kiss Weston and I had shared

As we continued to talk, it became easy for me to share with her. And I told her about Weston. Well, I didn't really use his name; I avoided using a name to begin with. But I did tell her that there was a boy with him I was madly in love with, but it wasn't meant to be because, he came from a world that was untouchable. Because the thought of him and I was despicable and unfathomable. Serafina actually listened to me. It didn't sound like she was judging me or looking at me with discontent. Instead, she just listened to me from stop. She let me read and talk on and on. I told her about how it made me feel. What I thought it meant. Was I crazy for just trusting a stranger?“It sounds to me like this but I truly loved you but just don't do it. or he is fighting with his own feelings and hoping that they can just go away if he ignores them.’’ because the first thing that ever had someone spit something that made too much sense. but then, I also felt like I was dangling on false hopeful s

As the evening progressed, I began to sink into the comfort of talking to them. I didn't anymore feel like I was walking on eggshells. I felt comfortable. I felt like I had known sarafina longer than just three.“Ladies,’’ Mrs Troy greeted as she joined our circle. we all smiled back at her before nodding our heads.“Would you care to refill my glass for me dear.’’ she said as she extended her lead and it over the glass to me. I looked down at it before smiling and bowing my head.“ That's not what she's here for today.’’ Trish interjected as she touched my arm urging me to stand.“ It's only going to take her a few seconds or stop and besides it's not like she understands any of what you girls are saying. I mean isn't it obvious, servants are pretty illiterate.’’ I stared at her silently. I kept my head bowed feeling the pain that gnawed at my chest. “ Alondra is very intelligent. She's not illiterate and she has never been. Mrs Troy please have your glasses filled by another servan

Days turned into weeks, and a growing sense of unease settled within me. The initial excitement of the contenders for Weston's heart had faded in the pack. Now people were making bets and hoping to make some wealth out of it. The truth is that no one really knew who was going to be picked. it was just a matter of crossing our fingers. among the three each of them had a fighting chance. serafina was an Alpha’s daughter, her father Alpha Mark had a pack territory alittle smaller than ours. Even with its size it was still significant. significant enough to get his daughter among the first three contenders.Jolene was a little younger than sarafina. probably about nineteen or twenty. She seemed nervous and I could tell that she didn't really want to be here. My best guess is that she had been forced to come and that she didn't even want to be picked. Her mother was the sister of the lunar of Blackwood Pack. Blackwood Pack was almost as big as ours. It was also known for its large markets