"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. Of course, Aztec had already given the job to Marina designs and who knew, he probably already gave the directive that Sandra work on the damn ball alone.
"Ah! It's so frustrating!” Sandra let out a loud frustrated sigh, making Broderick step on the brakes faster than he could ever have.
"Are you okay, Luna?”
"Yeah, keep driving. Don’t mind me, Broderick,” Sandra said to the driver as she slumped back into her seat. She was in for a hellish day and she knew it. What in the world was she even thinking when she accepted this?
Well, in her defense, she was a smart woman who had gone to one of the best design schools, UCLA, and had learned the basics and everything that she needed to, about events. She hadn't gone to the prestigious schools just to be trampled on by people who had no idea what her life looked like.
Getting into work wasn't so hard until Noah, her boss, walked in with a project in his hands. Normally it should have been exciting for Sandra, but Noah’s angry face was all the signs that nothing would be awesome about today.
"Hello boss, good morning,” Sandra greeted in the most casual way she could manage.
She and Noah had worked together for three years now and he had been the best, but today, she could sense that something was off even from a distance. He was angrier, and looked like he was about to strangle Sandra with his bare hands.
"You’re on your own on this one,” Noah said as he slammed the folder on Sandra’s desk, making the woman curious.
What was with all the slamming that had happened in her life today?
Was she auditioning for the best slam or was that a sign that she was getting herself in deep shit the more she dragged out the damn marriage? But then it wasn't like she could just pack and go before Mary Franzel got to her anyway.
"What do you mean?” Sandra asked Noah who seemed too determined to make her life difficult. It was still morning and she had already gone through enough, but it seemed like her day was just about to get worse.
"Well, Aztec Marshall gave a specific order, that YOU were to be the leader of the project. Tell me something Sandra, what is it with you and the owner of the house Marshall? Do you like him?
"Is that why you got the project I’ve been eyeing for at least six months now?” Noah ranted sheepishly for a man who was the manager at Marina, and Sandra knew that things were far from over.
Since her marriage to the Alpha Aztec, she had managed to anger a lot of people. More than she wanted to or even thought possible.
"I— What?” Sandra looked at Noah, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on land, from the surprise of what she had heard. He could really be serious right? Who on the goddess's good earth even organized a whole ass ball alone?
Where was she supposed to even start from and why was she the one tasked with it? Goodness, her husband was a brutal son of a bitch and her boss was technically a man with zero humanity. Maybe that explained why they were like that.
"Great, you are pretending not to hear me too. Anyway, have fun with the designs and work on organizing the Shari ball, on your own. Good luck, Sandra,” Noah insisted aggressively, before walking out and slamming the door on his way out.
A frustrated Sandra let out a sigh. She knew there was no convincing anyone else in the company to help her with it. They were all cowards who loved their jobs more than they loved their teamwork.
'What a great week,’ Sanda sighed once Noah was out. Her life had been turned upside down and the worst part of it hadn't even begun yet.
The next few days of the lonely Luna were spent preparing for the Shari ball. She had never organized such an event, but she was hoping that it would be a success. Aztec had even bothered to help her. All he did was stare blankly at her each time he went home.
In fact, he had been spending more time at the Rose Villa than in their matrimonial home. Sandra knew she wouldn't be able to get help from the wolves and the company, so she had called in a few favors that would get her to get everything ready in two days.
For the cooking, she had team to help her, one that no one knew about. It was almost like Luna Marshall had her own team of professionals. By the time the two days were over, Sandra Franzel had done things that were impossible.
She had made things happen, things that no one would ever be able to plainly point out.
[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
"Whatever. Anyway, remember that no one can bully you except me," said the Alpha who was bemused by Sandra's response. Goddess, she was perfect. In response, Sandra just nodded quietly at Aztec, but they both knew that it wasn't a show of meekness. She didn't want to talk about the topic anymore. When they were done with breakfast, Aztec looked at Sandra. He was worried about her and wanted her to take the day off since she looked a little pale. "Hey, why don't you take the day off? You don't look too good plus I'll need you to accompany me to the airport to pick up Derek, my grandfather,” Aztec said to Sandra, and for a moment, the Marshall Luna froze. She hadn't even thought that she would be meeting anyone from the Aztec family so soon. Of course, she had heard the rumors that there was someone important to the Alpha who was coming home, but of all of them did it really have to be the grandpa? It had barely been days so, what the fuck was even happening? What if the grandpa