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 like I had known sarafina longer than just three.“Ladies,’’ Mrs Troy greeted as she joined our circle. we all smiled back at her before nodding our heads.“Would you care to refill my glass for me dear.’’ she said as she extended her lead and it over the glass to me. I looked down at it before smiling and bowing my head.“ That's not what she's here for today.’’ Trish interjected as she touched my arm urging me to stand.“ It's only going to take her a few seconds or stop and besides it's not like she understands any of what you girls are saying. I mean isn't it obvious, servants are pretty illiterate.’’ I stared at her silently. I kept my head bowed feeling the pain that gnawed at my chest. “ Alondra is very intelligent. She's not illiterate and she has never been. Mrs Troy please have your glasses filled by another servan
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
Days turned into weeks, and a growing sense of unease settled within me. The initial excitement of the contenders for Weston's heart had faded in the pack. Now people were making bets and hoping to make some wealth out of it. The truth is that no one really knew who was going to be picked. it was just a matter of crossing our fingers. among the three each of them had a fighting chance. serafina was an Alpha’s daughter, her father Alpha Mark had a pack territory alittle smaller than ours. Even with its size it was still significant. significant enough to get his daughter among the first three contenders.Jolene was a little younger than sarafina. probably about nineteen or twenty. She seemed nervous and I could tell that she didn't really want to be here. My best guess is that she had been forced to come and that she didn't even want to be picked. Her mother was the sister of the lunar of Blackwood Pack. Blackwood Pack was almost as big as ours. It was also known for its large markets
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 not
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 hold
The garden has always been the only place I felt safe. At peace. Yet right now, it made me feel empty and misplaced. It made me feel like I did not belong in the pack. I hoped for a temporary escape from the weight of my emotions. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking through all that had happened and just how unlucky I was. It wasn’t going to take long till my stepmother called for me. Once news about my quitting reached her, she'd even be storming fire to get to me. There was no telling what she would do, but my mind was already made up.In my mind I knew that my stepmother would be angry. She had gotten me this job alongside making sure that I was also working the portions of my step sisters. The money that I turned in always went to expenses in the house and shopping. It is what we used to get by.I still remember the day when she came into our house. I still remember how much I visited my father wondering how you could have moved on so quickly after my mother's death. I was just
FLASHBACKThere she was, standing between her two daughters with a smile on her face. She stretched out her hand and took it in mine before kissing the back of my hand.‘ it is very nice to meet you sweet pea, I have heard so much about you.’’ her daughters were just my age. I could tell. and in my mind there was a short image of how fun it would be to play with them. I've never had siblings while my mother was alive. and it has always been a dream of mine to have and play with siblings. When I smiled back at my new mother, I could feel father's eyes on us. He seemed so genuinely happy. He had been nervous about this earlier and it had been bugging him the whole day. Even though I was only seven I had learnt to take in a lot of information by just observation. I had taught myself to understand and see things for what they truly are. to not fill my mind with illusions. It was part of the main factors of how well I was able to cope with my mother's death. by understanding that she was