"What do you think you are doing? You scared me, you tart!” Sandra said, as she messed her hair in a bid to hide the fact that she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen, and her heart was once again broken.
"Well, excuse me for coming to check out a very unpleasant horse noise in MY house. What are you even doing? You look like you were dumped from a crane and fell on a tree. You look worse than the birds, damn.
It's already bad enough that you look like a lost guinea pig and now you look like a flying duck. Fix yourself up, and meet me at dinner,” Aztec said to Sandra who just looked at the man she was so unfortunate to call her husband.
This wolf was really something. Before Sandra could give Aztec a piece of her mind, the man had already walked out, leaving Sandra feeling like she was cursed, for the hundredth time. Maybe she really was, because how else would she explain her unfortunate fate?
"God! I wish you would fall on a spike, and never wake up. Dammit,” Sandra frustratedly sighed, while she angrily wiped her tears.
She knew this was just one of the many days she would be suffering here so she would as well try and be comfortable with the pain and disdain she met with each time. But the question was, would she really make it to the end of whatever agreement this was?
"I don’t look that bad, right?” Sandra asked herself when she reached her room and stared in the mirror. She was trying to convince herself of a lie, considering the reflection staring back at her made her look worse than the descriptions the barbaric Alpha had given her.
She couldn't help but wonder how in all hell Aztec and Beatrice got along, especially with that toxic mouth of his. Maybe birds of a feather really did stick together.
Sandra stared at herself in the mirror for a few more minutes before changing out of her work clothes and taking a shower. She tried not to get affected considering they were probably thinking she was Scarlet, but damn, their words still hurt a lot.
"You look better than before,” Aztec commented when Sandra sat at the dinner table.
"The Shari ball is upcoming and I want you to organize it,” Aztec said to Sandra who just kept on eating like she didn't hear anything that he had said.
"Did you hear what I said?”
"Didn't no one teach you not to talk at the dinner table?” Sandra retorted, slamming her cutlery on the table, having had enough of people commanding her left and right.
She was a person too, and needed to be treated well. This barbaric man hadn't even tried to defend her when he heard his servants talk smack about her. So what was it that was making him think that all of this would be just fine?
'Oh, Luna Scarlet, rest in peace, in advance,’ Margery, who had been serving the table, said to herself before hurriedly leaving the room, and going back to the kitchen. She had never heard anyone talk back to Aztec like that, and this human had dared to.
"Careful how you talk to me, Scarlet. Just because you’re my Luna doesn't make a difference. I could replace you in an instant,” Aztec warned.
"I already know that. If anything, you can go ahead and replace me. That way we can both save each other time and avoid putting up without intolerable selves, no?
"As your Luna, at least I deserve the right to peaceful eating, right?” Sandra asked as she stared right into Aztec's eyes like she was challenging the Alpha. Sandra didn't know much about wolves, but one thing she was certain about, was that Alphas hated being challenged.
"Do you—”
"I agree. I’ll organize the damn Shari ball. Happy? Now if you please, let me have some time with my food before I lose my appetite, alright?” Sandra said not caring that the Alpha was already infuriated.
Frustrated, Alpha Aztec Marshall slammed his hands on the table as he walked out of the dining room, leaving behind Sandra who was trying her best to look like she wasn't the least bit bothered by everything around her.
'For Grandma. I’m doing this for grandma,’ Sandra reminded herself as she finished eating her dinner, while fully aware of the angry eyes glaring at her from the kitchen. She knew they despised her already, but they had to live with it. Well, until the Alpha decided to replace her, but until then, they were stuck with each other.
The rest of the evening, Aztec and Sandra didn't see each other. They were in their own worlds, even though Aztec had once again left to go meet up with Beatrice.
It was his only way of letting out steam since he couldn't do anything to or with Sandra. The woman was an emotional block wall and he didn't want to go down that wall. He wasn't sure what he would get there, and frankly, it was safe to do nothing right now.
The morning that followed, Aztec wasn't at the breakfast table, and Sandra didn’t even bother to ask Margey about it. She had learned the hard way that she had no allies here. She was here on a contract; one that these hopeless idiots had no clue about. She had to keep it a secret all because of her sickling grandma.
"Morning Broderick, get the car ready, I’m going to work,” Sandra said to Aztec’s driver who had been assigned to her. She wasn't going to be comfortable and call him her driver because who knew what they would do to her? She had to be high on alert with everyone around here.
"Yes Luna,” Broderick said before writing to get everything ready. In a few minutes, he was back with the car and an open door, for Sandra to walk in.
"Yes Luna,” Broderick said before writing to get everything ready. In a few minutes, he was back with the car and an open door, for Sandra to walk in. The Luna of the Marshall pack was worried about so many things and one of them was her life around Aztec’s servants. But then she also knew if she had taken a cab instead of Broderick with her, they would have thought they were winning. She wasn't going to let that happen, not anytime soon anyway. 'Why was I so quick to agree to the damn ball, goodness!’ Sandra scolded herself while Broderick drove her to the company. Maybe she had been a little too angry about what had happened, but then she had been rash in her decision. It was already bad enough that their company had so many things to do at the moment, and now that she had agreed, the documents were probably seated on her desk at the company. 'Well, it wasn't a request it was a command,’ her subconscious reminded her, like she needed another person to be taunting her again.
[THE DAY OF THE EVENT] "The Shari ball is today. Make sure you present yourself well. I will not be embarrassed because of you. Be on your best behavior,” Aztec said to Sandra as he walked down the stairs to the living room. He looked dashing today, but when was he not? Sandra had already gotten used to it, and even though they had barely been married for a week, she was determined to keep her grandmother alive, and that included being on her best behavior with this Alpha. "Yes sire,” Sandra said absentmindedly as she walked to the kitchen. She hadn't yet dressed up and was too preoccupied with whether the people who would come to the ball would like it. Sure, she had done her best to make the event a s
"I'm not your driver, love. I am your husband, and you’re my mate. Sit in the passenger seat,” Aztec said, his voice coming out without any scorn. It was almost like he was being true to Sandra but was that really it? Sandra just heeded what the Alpha said, without even saying another word. With them settled, Aztec drove to the event. While on their way there Sandra was hoping to smell Beatrice on Aztec, but there was nothing. Instead, he reeked of lilies, which was still amusing to her and she couldn't help but enjoy it. It was almost like the Alpha had marked himself as hers, even if it was just for the night. Everyone would notice, but what if that was the plan itself?At the party, everything was going as planned. Sandra welcomed the pack members and Aztec had taken over for a while. Together they looked like the power couple that would always wow the whole of the Marshall pack. Everyone seemed to love them and if Sandra didn't know any better, she would have fallen for that. B
"So, you’re the wife, huh?” Beatrice said, glaring holes into Sandra who just smiled at her like this was the most expected thing at the party. Sandra had lived her life on scraps and people like Beatrice were common to her. She had grown around them and frankly, she wasn't going to do anything with this one. And so she did what she always did with them. The Marshall Luna ignored the insecure girlfriend, Beatrice.The next song came up and people were switching partners, but Beatrice decided to stay with Sandra, which once again, the Marshall Luna didn't mind, well, until this woman stepping on her feet, opened her mouth.“Scarlet! I have heard about you. You're a lazy, greedy woman, you don't deserve Alpha at all!” Beatrice said, her voice almost getting a notch higher. She knew the people around her wouldn't like it if she disrespected the Luna. She knew the customs well."You should respect yourself, sweetheart, you’re beautiful and have brains, I presume. Even if you don’t, that
"Help me, Aztec. Mark me, please!” Beatrice said to Aztec, the moment Sandra walked out of the guest room. She wasn't even bothered by how angry the Marshall Luna was, or even how sad she was that she had been pathetically disregarded. What mattered to Beatrice was that her boyfriend was here and clearly, he hadn't marked the Luna. "What? No, love, you’re not thinking straight now. If I mark you, we may both regret it, and as you well know, we both can’t afford to have scandals right now, alright?” Aztec said to Beatrice as he used one of the towels in the room to wipe off her sweat. The girl was in too much pain and he pitied her this time. "Why won’t you choose me? I'm your girlfriend, aren't I? Just because you married her doesn't mean you love her! I love you and you love me too, Aztec, so what’s stopping you?” Beatrice asked angrily, slamming her hands onto Aztec’s chest. The Alpha’s heart broke for the girl he loved but would never be able to mark. They both knew that. A
[Warning: Mentions of SA] "Aztec! Where are you?" Beatrice’s annoying shrill voice shrieked through the empty hallways, cutting short the Alpha and his Luna's unsolicited interactions. However, Aztec wasn't one to stop. Instead, given he couldn't properly bed Sandra, he decided to brutally mark her, and lay his claim on her. He didn't do it in the kindest of ways and when his fangs dipped into Sandra's unexpecting neck, the woman gave up her resolve. This was the equivalent of assault, but Aztec didn’t care about that. He wanted Sandra and he would make her his. It was his way of punishing the woman for apparently poisoning his girlfriend. "You—” Sandra tried to make out, but nothing could come from her mouth. Instead, she stared at her husband with disgust and disappointment. She had known he was toxic, but this toxic? That was unbelievable and Sandra wasn't going to forgive him this time. This man had taken so much from him. First, it was her freedom, and the love she used to
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”"I’m too drunk already,” Sandra whined out, but her colleagues insisted, and the daughter of Franzel drank, and kept drinking, to the point that she almost blacked out. However, just like everything today, she could sense that things were about to go astray.And it wasn't even going to be about her drinking like a fool anymore."Come around people, I have an announcement to make!” Noah said and Sandra sighed again. Even though she was wasted and hurt, she still was curious as to what would happen with Noah.He probably wanted to shun her in front of everyone, why else would he call for a party when he knew she had an event to deal with? They all knew how events took a toll on people, so why had he even called her when she had been suffering for two whole days on an impromptu project?"As we all know, we have an opening for the design director,” Noah began and that caught Sandra’s attention.She had worked so hard to earn that position and maybe this time, Noah w
"You are drunk. Come with me, and let's go home," Alpha Aztec said to Sandra who was just staring at him, contemplating what to make of his presence here. Was he by any chance stalking her? "Hold on, have you been following me?” Sandra asked curiously, the anger in her voice showing, thanks to her drunken state. She was pissed and she didn't want another person hovering over her. The disdain in her eyes for Aztec was clear as day and she despised him to some extent for what he had done to her. Though even then, she loved his baby blue eyes that made her feel so many things. How could a man be this perfect and still have the heart of stone with the behaviors of a barbaric idiot in the nineties? "Follow you? Nah. I have better things to do than be your babysitter. You really shouldn't expect so much from me honey,” Alpha Aztec said, not even batting an eye at Sandra’s anger. She looked cute to him and he wanted to have more of her. Maybe that made him a selfish person, but it w