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 park 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 park whenever a servant is done with her duties they 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 two day
I knelt in the garden, working on the flowers but my mind was far away. The forbidden kiss I had shared with Weston in this very garden flooded my mind. It gave me butterflies. I touched my lips feeling their electric adrenaline that pumped through my skin at the thought of him kissing me again. The intensity of that moment replayed like a vivid dream, igniting a fire that burned over my skin and made me feel like the ground could open up and swallow me. A rustling sound broke the silence, drawing my attention. My eyes fluttered open, and I gasped as I spotted an unfamiliar figure stumbling into the garden. it was only just a few hours away from the ceremony. I wasn't sure what would be announced at a ceremony or what it was really about but I was glad that I had finished A big portion of my duties for the day. the mysterious woman looked around my age, with striking features but an air of elegance that marked her as someone of importance. I figured that you must have been one of the
From my vantage point, hidden behind a cluster of trees, I watched as Seraphina approached the entrance of the pack house. Her steps exuded confidence, Something that I wish I had whenever I walked. Everything about her fully displayed someone who had lived her entire life training on human interaction and how to make the perfect first impression. I was already excited about being her friend and we had only talked for less than 2 hours. I felt proud to know that I had formed a genuine connection with her. not just because she was an important person but also because she seemed like a genuine person. As she entered the pack house, I couldn't help but wonder what he had really come to do. I knew that every guest was invited into the pack house for such ceremonies. Especially because there are not so many democrats who were invited this time. It seemed to be a small gathering. My thoughts drifted to Trish and Aria, my royal friends whom everyone felt I did not deserve. I knew that the
The conversation flowed effortlessly as we shared stories and anecdotes, exchanging insights. Serafina asked about many things. She was curious about the Pack settlements. about how weird it was that unlike all the other packs our Pack had schools and hospitals. all the other possible ways being forced to attend human hospitals and schools. but here alpha Mark had been the first to start the initiative and educate our own people instead of subjecting us to being in secrecy among humans. We discussed the pack's traditions, favorite running spots, and the festivals that brought everyone together, and even the ceremony to come. Even though everyone spoke, no one really discussed what the ceremony was really about. it was as if they avoided the topic. While I was curious, I decided to not ask and just flow with the conversation. 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
The ceremony had turned out to be a private one. and like what all the pack members were led to believe. rumors were that the contenders for the alphas had turned out to be more than expected. and the private ceremony was to decide who were going to be the lucky girls to make it to the finals. this all sounded like a f****** competition. as soon as a competition to compete for one man’s heart. Yet this very man has already won my heart. how can I argue and devoutly say that he doesn't deserve it? Of course I can't. Because Weston has my heart in a jar without even knowing it. Right now, all the alphas and the delegates have just come out from their own private meeting and it will now be announced to the public. I was both nervous and excited. my nervousness was still at the fact that I had not fully accepted Weston was going to be mated to another. But I guess I had to embrace reality. Weston did not mind. He was mated to another and his mate had not shown up. nowhere to choose anot
While I lay daydreaming on my bed, thinking about my kiss with Weston and what it might have meant I had a noise coming from downstairs. I worriedly got up from the bed and contemplated on whether or not to leave my bedroom. The positioning of our house was always further away from other houses in the pack. As I headed out, the voices only increased. I cursed, as my door made a creaking noise while opening it. I hated the noise the floor board made while I tiptoed. I headed down the stairs while trying to maintain little to no noise. As I approached the front door, voices reached my ears, drawing me closer. The hushed tones of my stepmother, mingled with the unfamiliar voice of another woman. My curiosity piqued, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Should I eavesdrop on their conversation? A voice inside me urged me to walk away, to respect their privacy. But the urgency in my step mother's voice tugged at my curiosity, and against my better judgment, I succumbed to temp
When morning came and I had barely gotten enough sleep, the only thing I wanted was to get last night’s incident out of my mind. Weston, was just the way to go about it. We had made plans to meet and go for a run, just like we used to do in the old days. It had become our little tradition, a way to escape our daily routine and seek some little freedom in our wolf form. As I made my way to the garden where we had agreed to meet, I could not help but feel nervous. I had missed him so much and now I was going to see him. Thinking about him made me trace my fingers over my lips remembering just how sweet and savory his kiss was. I had missed him so much and I hoped that this run would ease the tension on our shoulders and bring us back to how we were before. while you had kissed and made out who are still best friends and I wanted to remain so. I wanted to still be comfortable with him. I wanted him to see me as his best friend just as much as I saw him. The walk to the garden did
The pack house was bustling with activity, preparation for the new ceremony had turned out to be more than everyone expected. “Mistress Mary.’’ I said with shock, as I bowed my head with respect. “Alondra, i need your help.’’ Mistress Mary said, staring down at the book in her hands. “Ofcouse, how can i help?’’ I said, hoping that my tone displayed excitement. I wanted to remain enthusiastic but the truth is that I was tired. I had finished a big quantity of my work but the rest that remained were the most tedious and big. They will take up a lot of my energy and time. a lot of the work that mistress Mary had allocated to me and seemed easy at the start but I soon began to realize why she had not given it to the other servants. while she trusted me the most but often made me feel unfortunate that I worked more than all the others yet was paid a little less than them. “It appears that I didn't account for some chores while I was allocating them to the other servants.’’ she said h