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 ta

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

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 differently 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 had 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 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 was

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