Laura. How do I prove to Ethan that Grace is never and was never on our side? His plan was fine but the thing is, I want him to be responsible for some of the things we did. I want him to rot in jail or put to death for trying to harm the next Alpha King. No one was going to take Bryce away from me, not even the Goddess herself. I thought, changing into something comfortable, but I still felt unwell. I didn't know if it was physical or emotional. I have been feeling like that since last night but I thought I was going to sleep it off. Maybe it's the stress of seeing Bryce warm up to that tramp and spending more time with her than me. He hardly comes back to the bedroom anymore. The last time I spent time with him was three days ago. Fucken three days, and even then he was not present. I could see his mind and thoughts were somewhere else. I had to beg for him to touch me, me. Imagine begging for sex, when you know very well any male wolf would have jumped at the opportunity to t
I was on my way to see Grace when I heard a commotion on the third floor. I wasn't going to pay heed to it, since I had a mission and I wanted Grace to help me with it but my heart stirred me toward the loud voices anyway. I wasn't Luna yet, and there was nothing I could do to help or set the situation down the stairs straight but I still went there nonetheless and I was surprised to hear Laura's voice. She seemed angry but with who and why? The crowd didn't help either. They seem like they would kill for her. It saddened my heart to see her loyal pack members love her so much, when she was the one betraying them. How hurt are they going to feel when they find out she is a cheat and a liar? The truth coming out was going to be bittersweet for me. I didn't want to break the pack members heart but at this rate we didn't have a choice. She had to be stopped. I got closer and pushed my way through the crowd until I was in the middle of them. The scene before me was not what I expec
" I don't understand what you're telling me right now, Bryce." I paced in the infirmary hallways. I had thought everything was coming to an end. The lies, and the deceit but now he's telling me we have no proof? How the fuck not? I did my part, now he needs to do his part too. What the fuck was stopping him now?He must tell me outright what the fuck he is talking about. Isn't an affair forbidden in the Royal palace? The DNA was going to prove that the child belonged to Ethan and not him right? So what the fuck was he waiting for and what was so wrong about that? Why is he making me feel so stupid and frustrated right now? I was doing this for him, the pack and the Royal household. Why does he make me feel like a bad guy? Fucken why?"Forest, calm down. I get that you're angry and anxious right now but can we speak about this later? I need to be with Laura in there right now. She needs me and I need to get answers from the doctor on why this happened. Royal households don't get
"Grace, what are you doing?" I held her wrist trying to stop her. Not only did she look afraid but she muttered something to herself while trying to pack her things in a little brown leather suitcase on her bed. Her room was smaller than mine when I was living in the basement but decorated well, with fresh flowers on the bed stand. Pure white duvet, and curtains that matched well with the flowery wallpaper on the wall. The plain duvet and curtains gave it a nice contrast so it doesn't look busy. It gave your eyes somewhere to look at, and admire. Vintage. I loved it but that wasn't why I was in her room. My mind just liked to wonder and not face the reality of any situation. "I'm leaving this palace, and going back to my mother's pack." She answered without even looking at me. I could see she was serious about her decision but that was too drastic. We can talk about this situation and I'm sure we were going to come up with a plan to counter Laura's lies. She clearly can't keep
Today I woke up with a tightness in my chest which I was familiar with, and I knew which day it was. I felt like I was carrying a huge burden on my shoulder, and believe me no she-wolf should face that. Another year of rejection at the Choosing. I looked at myself in the mirror for about an hour wondering what was wrong with me. My eyes weren't that big to scare a potential mate, half the population in the world has light brown eyes right?My lips may have not been plumb, and pink like I would have loved, but they were not bad either. My height wasn't something to brag about, but as a she-wolf I was happy standing at 5'8. I had hip bearing hips that could easily carry an Alpha even though that wasn't what I would prefer. Black long hair, again was a universal colour, so why was this happening to me? Why was I the cursed she-wolf? "I know you've been disappointed these past couple of years, but I'm sure this year will be different." My mother tried to convince herself more than m
A howl filled the air signalling the beginning of the Choosing.I stood up from my chair, shaking my head trying to rid myself of Igrid's words. Her words had so much meaning but I couldn't decipher what she was trying to tell me. Did she know something I didn't? Could her words be true? Did the moon Goddess grant me another chance at having a mate? I hated what her words were doing to my psych. She was giving me hope. Hope that I had lost four years ago. I hate this feeling. I decided to stop overthinking and go inside the hall where the Choosing was taking place. I didn't want to be the last person to enter that room bringing more attention to me than I would like to.Inside was very fancy, and for some reason they went back to my favourite theme, I had seen in the Choosing. The Luna eclipse. I couldn't help the smile that graced my face even in the face of this atrocity exhibition called 'The Choosing.'Someone shook me, since I was lost in the decorations that soothed my soul
Ingrid left as soon as I gave my answer. I didn't know what she was up to, and how she was going to pull this off, but the prospect of leaving here, chosen, brought a smile to my face. Yes, once the fog passed a little I remembered her name. I was a little anxious, but I couldn't wait to hear my name being called by the scary Beta. For the first time in six years, I looked forward to hearing his gruff voice. Was I too optimistic? Should I leave room for disappointment Incase Igrid couldn't pull this off? I really wanted to, but for some reason I knew she would pull through for me, and was going to do as she promised. Yeah, I was a little naive but I didn't care. This is the best hope I ever got. Once suitors heard 'cursed girl' they looked the other way, but this Igrid girl and whoever she was working for, didn't care. Which was the cause for the hope that rose in me. After our talk, I finally relaxed and sat back down not minding the whispers anymore. Fuck them right? Imagine
"Luna Queen!" I blurted out bowing in respect, and my father bowed respectfully too. "Don't do that, little pup. That's so impersonal. You can call me Queen Mother, and you must be Mr Stademan." She turned towards my father, extending her hand to him. I think he was as shocked as I was. Did we get into the wrong room? I swear I saw my name written on the blue door. "Luna Queen. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, but we must be in the wrong room. We are sorry to disturb you." My father bowed again. "Don't be silly Mr Stademan. You're where you are supposed to be. I am the one who chose your daughter for my grandson." She said with a smile, and I interrupted without checking myself or who I was talking to. Damn mouth, always blurting things out without my consent. "But he is married. I just saw his wife with him in the hall. Unless you have another grandson we don't know about, I don't see how that is possible?" The glare I got from my father was enough to kill a bull, never min