--Alyssa--As we huddled together in the dim light of my room, our voices lowered to conspiratorial whispers, the sudden interruption by Grandma's inquisitive voice caught us off guard. Her presence, though not unexpected, served as a reminder of the precariousness of our situation."What are you girls talking about?" she queried, her tone tinged with both curiosity and concern. I exchanged a quick glance with Emily, silently conveying the need for discretion."We're just catching up," I replied with a forced smile, hoping to assuage any suspicions that may have arisen. Grandma nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response, and bid us goodnight before retreating from the room.I couldn't shake the feeling that Grandma was hiding something from us, her attempts to mask her true emotions failing to go unnoticed. Beneath her facade of stoicism lay a deeper turmoil, one that left me uneasy and unsettled.Turning my attention back to my surroundings, I found myself drawn to the familiar glo
--Alyssa--I looked at the man standing in front of me. He didn’t have the typical guard vibe; instead, he exuded an air of royalty and authority. That was when it clicked – he was the Beta. Despite this realization, I didn’t bow or smile. I feigned innocence, pretending I hadn’t figured out his true identity.He simply smiled at me, seemingly unfazed by my demeanor. "I have a message from the king," he said, which piqued my curiosity. "He said to tell you that you will be leaving tomorrow afternoon."That was when I sprang up from the chair, anger bubbling up inside me. Why was the king not understanding that I did not want to go anywhere with him? Every fiber of my being rejected the idea of leaving with him."You can tell him that we have heard. We will prepare and then we will see you tomorrow," Grandma said calmly, but I knew she was lying to him. She wanted him to believe that we were complying with the king’s orders.I smiled inwardly, admiring how well Grandma was handling the
--Alyssa--It was already in the Evening, and Grandma had not packed anything of hers.“Grandma, we need to leave soon. Should I go and pack for you instead?” I asked with urgency. We had to leave.“No, I will do it,” she said, and I nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.We had to leave now.“Grandma, if you’re not feeling well, I’ll do it for you,” I offered, taking a step towards her. She held my hand gently. “Don’t worry. I will do it,” she reassured me and got up from the chair. Grandma was behaving strangely. I was busy packing everything, including our food supplies, but she just sat there, watching TV as if we weren't in a rush to leave.I glanced out the window at the guards who were patrolling the outside. I had observed their routine since morning: they changed shifts every four houses, with a brief two-minute interval before they returned to their posts. We had exactly one hour and thirty minutes before their next shift, and that was our window of opportunity to
--Alyssa--In the shadows, there stood the Alpha King, staring right at me. That was when I knew that this was the end. I could never run away. The ominous presence of the Alpha King filled me with dread, making my knees weak and my heart pound uncontrollably. How did he know we were running? The question plagued my mind as I turned to look at Grandma. Her demeanor changed instantly; she became suspicious, and the guilt was unmistakably written all over her face.It all began to make sense. Why did she do this to me? Was this the reason she had resisted packing her things and pretended to be unwell? The betrayal stung deeply. Grandma, the one person I had always trusted and loved unconditionally, had sold me out. My chest tightened with grief and disbelief. She had always been my rock, my confidant, and now she was the one who led the Alpha King to us.She stared at the floor now, avoiding my gaze. Tears began to pour from my eyes, hot and bitter, as the reality of her betrayal sunk i
"What does protecting me have to do with this when you just endangered my life? Have you not heard what people say about him? His ruthlessness, his unforgiving personality, his need to repay people with evil. Do you want me to go on and on?" I said, my voice low and heartbroken. The betrayal and confusion I felt were almost too much to bear."I did it to protect you, Alyssa," she repeated, the same justification she had been giving since we came back home. Her words felt hollow, like a mantra she was trying to convince herself of as much as she was trying to convince me."Then explain to me how what you just did has protected me. You should have just left me with him," I said, turning away to look out the window. The view outside was a blur, my mind too preoccupied with the turmoil within to register anything else."You would be safer with him. He would protect you. Forget what everyone is saying about him; he can never hurt you," she insisted, but her words felt like they were meant
--Alyssa--It was already morning, and I had woken up at 2 a.m. to see if I could run away again, but what I saw shocked me. There was a guard stationed in front of my bedroom door and another beside my window. My heart sank as I realized escape was impossible.I had cried the entire night, leaving my eyes puffy and red. My tears were a mixture of frustration and helplessness. I had told Grandma not to come into my room again, so she had retreated to her own room, respecting my wish for solitude. This isolation, though self-imposed, only added to my sense of despair.It was now time to go, and the bags I had packed were being held by one of the Alpha King's maids. She had arrived early in the morning, introducing herself with a politeness that felt out of place given the circumstances. Her presence was a stark reminder of my lack of control over my own life. I was furious, but I kept my calm, knowing that anger would do nothing to change my situation.Outside, people were milling abou
--Alyssa---My mate was seated in front of the car, with his mother beside me. I didn't want to look at anyone, so I turned my gaze out the window, trying to distract myself with the passing scenery. Before we entered the car, his face had been stoic, showing no emotion. Now, tears threatened to come out, but I held them in. I didn't want them to see me as weak.His mother glanced at me occasionally, making me feel uncomfortable. It was as if she was trying to read me, trying to understand what was going on in my mind. Her scrutiny made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive.The journey had stretched on for over two hours, and I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I was scared—what if they did something to me while I was asleep? My mind was a whirlpool of anxious thoughts, making it impossible to find any peace.My stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence and adding to my embarrassment. Everyone in the car could hear it, even his bet
--Alyssa--We were back in the car, and I was so full from the meal. As I settled into my seat, a call came through, and I wondered who it was for.Xavier pulled out his phone from his pocket. “Hello,” he said, his voice calm but authoritative. “Yes, please bring in dresses that are from size 12, and they should be done before I get there,” he said in a serious tone, leaving no room for argument.I wondered who the dresses were for. He ended the call, and once again, the car was silent.“What’s your favorite food?” Xavier’s mom asked me suddenly, breaking the silence. I was shocked because, throughout the car ride, she hadn’t said anything to me.“Are you talking to me?” I asked, wanting to make sure that I was the one she was addressing. Throughout the whole car ride, we had all minded our own business, and I had barely interacted with her. From the little short trip, I had noticed that she seemed like a nice person, but this was still unexpected.“Yes, Alyssa,” she said, using my na