Morning reached far slower than I thought it would; then again, tossing and turning only makes one accountable for every ticking second. The open dome-shaped room I am guided to after breakfast is spacious and devoid of excessive furnishings, merely two pillows on opposite sides of the altar at the centre. Light trickles in from the open roof. Typically moonlight pools in from the opening during mating rituals at night, but even light from the sun is enough for rejections. Marko enters the room with his father from the other door on the opposite side. He has on the same loose-fitting cream gown I do because, before the goddess, we must all present in humility, with no jewellery, makeup or fancy clothing. Yet even bare, he still manages to still my beating heart. In an instant, the turmoil inside me vanishes at the realisation that I still…want him, despite the pain he inflicts carelessly. I want to cry, wail, weep so the despair inside me at what I lose from this event lessens, b
Alba C I can smell the ocean from...here, but I cannot tell where ‘here’ is. I stand in an open-spaced living room made of brightly polished wood that reminds me of those commonly around the homes crafted on tropical islands. The humidity is a little annoying, but my body, as if accustomed to the home’s layout, reaches for the thermostat. "Mama!" A small yet loud voice calls from far away, melting my chest to a gooey degree; who knew there was such a title that could hold such power over me? "Yes, honey?" My response is again as automatic as my body knowing where the thermostat controller is. When no response follows, I move deeper into the house, past what looks like a kitchen to a little door that requires my bending for passage; there, the vast sea greets me with its strong breeze and scent of salt. The regret I feel is instant as I might miss the ‘mama’ call due to the loudness of the ocean. The sand burns as I walk barefoot through it, searching for any sign of life, when
Her words are spoken with such sorrow that they laden my heart.‘He is yet another to abandon us’.Yet if she were to count me, then I would be among her numbers, among those that would leave her behind to suffer in loneliness.But it was the relief of not caring for one who did not care about me that scared me; what kind of child is relieved at their parent’s death? A parent who could abandon them to live her fairy tale but didn’t.But would it not have been easier if mother cut ties with me in the name of her mate? Maybe then I would not be as twisted as I am. Maybe then I would have been softer in my speech and mannerisms, but whom am I kidding?If mother left me at Red Graw, I would be among Alpha Jax’s toys.So then when…when will I feel saddened by her death because all I feel is guilt at not being sad.I settle next to Kaisa; as much as I wish to comfort her, there is not much I can say to her statement except; ‘I know’ or ‘I was there’, so I say nothing, perhaps because the pa
A chill escapes me when Violet's warmth leaves me. My gaze turns from her worried face to the window. Christ...snow? "Is it winter? How long have I been out?" I ask as I struggle to my feet, only for the newfound weakness in my knees to make me stumble. "Late winter, early spring. You have been out of it for about six months." She answers as she supports my body back onto the bed. Six months is a great deal of time to spend in slumber, yet the only thought to cross my mind is that I should have stayed under longer; that way, I would not have to attend Marko’s spring wedding. It is not the sharpness of jealousy that floods my chest, but a sickening hollow sense of panic at the thought that he will move on faster than I do because he had the good sense to grant less meaning to me than I did to him. I cannot tell if much has changed feeling-wise because all I feel is a hollowness or sense of pointlessness to accompany most of what fills me, a sensation I cannot quite describe as
The emptiness inside him did not yield even as he watched Magnolia discuss something of importance before him in the meeting.Something about a charity, or…? God, he couldn’t care less.Magnolia was beautiful, fluid and graceful, he should be proud to have one like her by his side as the future queen, but since he woke up from his long slumber, it was as if the world was in black and white, devoid of colour.Even food had lost its taste.The first few days after waking, he had a gnawing urge to leap off a bridge and meet his demise. A depressive cloud followed him, and where he wished it to yield to sadness so he could pour his heart out and hopefully gain perspective, it did not; everything in him made him believe that his life no longer held meaning.It was only after he heard the news of Alba’s wake that the feeling vanished. Yet, unfortunately, the emptiness remained because while he wanted to see her, he no longer held the permission to run to her side, and even if he were to ign
"Wait! Marko!” Magnolia’s voice in the corridor halted him. “Hey, are you okay?... I mean, rejecting your mate...can't have been easy, but I am glad you did it, and I will be here on the other side waiting for you.” His defence to her had been that they were mates, and in his words, she sympathised with him and blamed Alba for seducing one beyond her. Was it funny that he only saw the hypocrisy now? No...it shouldn’t matter; he could not backtrack anyway. Magnolia rejected her mate for him; whether for his position or not, she was a suitable queen. He should hug and seek reassurance from her arms, but instead, his gaze turned to his watch as if he had to be elsewhere. “It will get easier, trust me; I will send her out of the capital for as many missions as it takes for the...” Her phone rang, cutting her words short. “It’s Rhett.” “Pick it. I left Alba in your care, so manage her schedule not to collude with mine.” He turned to leave, to be anywhere but where he thought o
A false driver, something I would have known if I bothered to turn on my damned phone: instead, I was too busy trying to avoid receipts of Marko’s concern that I forgot my life could be in danger.The information that the Alpha had sent a driver to pick me up was passed on by a new employee in the communication office of the temple. Why I never bothered to confirm can only be tied to not knowing the Alpha’s number off the top of my head—then again, I intended to keep my phone off.The investigation results have left me grateful that he was informed of my waking, and he decided to pick me up on the very day Mother Magdalene, with whom they have been in communication, suggested.So basically, I am alive due to luck.As for the leads, Alpha Rhett’s sole resources have hit a brick wall, with two suicides, one from the new temple employee and the second from the driver, yet no traceable connections to pursue. His suggestion was to involve the Lycan, but is there a point if he has yet to vi
"How much?"The question leaves my mouth as soon as the nurse leaves us in the privacy of the room."What?""How much must I pay for you to vanish?"Bill chuckles.“Alba-”“Don’t; I believe the filed restraining order is still in effect.”He throws a document on my lap before picking up a newspaper and settling himself on the couch at the end of the room.“I would not dream of leaving my darling daughter in a place that hurts her this way.”He does not even fake his concern.For him to act this cocky then-My hands find the envelope’s opening, pulling out its contents for my study.“How is it?’He questions as my eyes roam the parchment.“The man she left me for wrote you out of his will. You are no longer a princess, Alba.”He gloats, but a frown quickly fills his face when no reaction forms on my visage.“And then… I am not a princess, so what? You think I will not have security escort you at the mere snap of my fingers just because you needn’t address me formally?”A sneer forms on