Willow For the second time in what seemed like forever, I gently peeled my eyes open. Unlike the last time, this one didn't hurt. If there was anything that felt weird, it was how heavy my eyelids were. The more I tried to keep it up, the more the weight seemed to want to press my eyes shut. A wave of panic washed over me immediately. Why? Why did I always have to wake up in the worst possible ways? If I wasn't trying desperately to feel my bones, I would be trying to keep my eyes open. This was only the second time, but I was fed up. I muttered a quick prayer to the moon goddess, and she must have heard, because I felt slightly better after a couple of minutes. I still felt groggy, but at least I had my eyesight now. After blinking a couple of times, another wave of panic rushed in my veins. From a quick glance at my surroundings, it was obvious I was no longer in my room.Despite how groggy I felt, I managed to get up, and only when my hands had come down on the sofa's armre
Willow A small groan slid past my lips as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. For the first few seconds, I couldn't feel any part of my body, nor could I feel the very surface I was laying on. If I was laying down, that is. Slowly, I turned to my right and only when I was done did I realize I had probably just made the worst mistake ever. Jolts of pain spread through my body. Like a really sharp needle had pricked the most sensitive part of my body, I pressed my eyes shut in nothing but pain. The sensation went on for hours, or if I was trying to be more accurate, a maximum of twenty seconds. I had barely recovered from the shock when a dull throb at the back of my head began to form. This time, I did nothing to mask my groan. With everything in me, I let out a gutteral cry. Tears pricked the back of my eyes and with the huge lump lodged in the base of my throat, I wanted nothing more than to scream my lungs out. Apparently, screaming had a penalty of its own. Not knowin
CARTER No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get Willow's words out of my head. With every passing second, her voice grew louder and louder in my head, her facial expression taunting me all the more. “I never asked you to marry me.”“I didn’t mean it. I was drunk as hell, and I didn’t know what I was saying.” “Why would you even want to marry a weak omega like me?” Really? Was I supposed to believe that? Was that really the truth? A hand ran through my hair, and I sighed. I flopped back to the bed, the bottle of alcohol almost falling from my hand. The drink hadn’t dulled the pain of her… rejection, only made it worse. The memories of last night tried to take over, and I took another gulp from the bottle to prevent that from happening. I refuse to remember how perfectly her boobs fit in my hands. How much she giggled when she palmed me from the front and asked if it would fit inside her. It fitted quite alright, as we later got to find out. Too well, and just the reminder of ho
Bella's POV I gently pushed one of the plates forward. It was only a little bit though, I just wanted to make sure it was on the same spot as the others. After I was sure of my precision, I took a step back to admire my hard work. It was a pretty decent setup if I was being honest. In fact, the word decent was actually undermining my skills. What I'd done with the table was perfect and I wouldn't be overreacting if I said it needed to be framed and hung up on the walls of a museum or even the royal house. A huge grin made its way to my face, but it quickly disappeared as an angsty feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I could easily narrow it down to an upset stomach, or my nerves just playing jokes on me though. If I was being honest, my best bet was on the latter. I was a bag of nerves just looking at the place, and I wasn't sure I would be calming down anytime soon. My eyes glanced to the clock hung way up on the wall. It was only a couple of minutes to seven, and I was a
Destiny's POV I pursed my lips as I allowed my eyes roam over the crowd in front of me. The low din of music reached my ears, and even though the tune was rhythmic, it just wasn't enough to take my mind off of things. A sigh slid past my lips as I smoothed the invisible creases on my dress. I'd lost the number of times I'd done this tonight, but I was out of options. I was anxious as hell and this was the only hope of calming myself down. My heart thundered in my chest as I caught a glimpse of everything and nothing all at once. People of different caliber miled about, some of them chatting animatedly in groups while the others stood out in corners, probably judging each other through the eye holes of their masks. It was a masked party apparently, and even though I had spent almost an hour in the midst of all these people, I still didn't feel comfortable. When Fredrick had mentioned the party yesterday, I didn't see it as anything. I honestly thought he didn't mean it. Well
WILLOW“Could you move that a little to the right, please?” A frown made its way to my face almost immediately. They’d done what I asked them to do, but it wasn’t looking how I’d pictured it in my head. Gesturing to the vase, I motioned to the left. “No, take it back a bit. Yes, a little to the left.”I stifled a groan the moment they were done. It still wasn’t right. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the perfect position to keep the vase. “That’s fine.” I sighed, finally giving up. The nerves were getting to me. “Just leave it as it is and make sure everything else is perfect. Nothing must go wrong tonight. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” The maids nodded in unison before dispersing to get everything else done. “You.” I pointed to another maid. “Make sure these glasses are sparkling before I get back.” I ran my thumb over the rim of a glass nestled on the buffer table. From where I stood, it looked clean enough, but I wanted everything in there to shine. Tonight must be
WILLOW“Could you move that a little to the right, please?” A frown made its way to my face almost immediately. They’d done what I asked them to do, but it wasn’t looking how I’d pictured it in my head. Gesturing to the vase, I motioned to the left. “No, take it back a bit. Yes, a little to the left.”I stifled a groan the moment they were done. It still wasn’t right. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the perfect position to keep the vase. “That’s fine.” I sighed, finally giving up. The nerves were getting to me. “Just leave it as it is and make sure everything else is perfect. Nothing must go wrong tonight. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” The maids nodded in unison before dispersing to get everything else done. “You.” I pointed to another maid. “Make sure these glasses are sparkling before I get back.” I ran my thumb over the rim of a glass nestled on the buffer table. From where I stood, it looked clean enough, but I wanted everything in there to shine. Tonight must be
WILLOWA groan escaped me as I stirred awake. Tingles spread through my limbs as I turned and tossed. My eyes were heavy, and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t bother opening them again. What was the use? The last thing I wanted was to set my eyes on Asher after what he did to me. How could he? How could he reject me moments before his party where he was supposed to announce we were mates? I should have known he had a reason for asking me to keep our relationship a secret until it was time for the announcement at the party. He fooled me. Memories spilled over me. I pressed my eyes tighter as I tried to recall the events of last night. After Asher had walked out on me, what happened? I took a few bottles of alcohol, and then what? “No.” I gasped out loud and jolted upright, peeling my eyes open. Maybe if I hadn’t, I would have had more time to think things through. The moment I opened my eyes, a bolt of pain shot through my head. I stifled a groan as I cradled my head in my hands. I’d