"Alondra! There you are," Trish’s voice filled the empty space, startling me. "I've been looking for you everywhere."I forced a smile, hoping that she would not notice my discomfort "Patricia, how can I help you?" I trained my voice to remain professional. deep inside I hoped that this would be over soon. I didn't really want to talk to anyone, especially not Patricia. Every time I looked at her it reminded me of her brother. her brother whom I loved deeply. when I was madly in love with her. her brother who had recently kissed me before that hot make out right in this garden. She was the last person I wanted to see.She studied my face intently, her eyes filled with concern. It was a character trait that the Pierce family seemed to possess. Whenever they were trying to figure something out they were eyes with little stuff and noticed it with Weston, and with his dad and with also his mum."Something seems off with you, Alondra," she said gently, her voice laced with empathy. "Is eve
FLASHBACK“Come on sweetie,’’ mommy said as she held my hand and pulled me towards her. "You have to go play with the other kids outside. mummy needs to get some work done’’ “ But I can sit here with you Mummy. I can tell you stories from school and just accompany you so you don't feel lonely.’’ I argued stubbornly as I held onto her and was still reluctant to leave.‘ I don't think you want to stay with Mummy just for the company won't stop you don't want to play with other kids do you?’’ she said, reading into it. I shook my head to avoid her eyes.‘Come on don't lie to Mummy.’’“ I'm Sorry Mummy. but the other kids are always mean.’’ “ they call you names?’’ mummy asked with a stern expression. I could see the angle bowling behind her eyes.“Not me Mummy. they keep on calling Gloria bad names.’’ I answered. “ I don't like it. it is wrong Mummy. we should all be kind. What happened was not a glorious fault and we are her friends. you said that friends should always be there for on
Weston will choose his mate. The words kept ringing in my head. A new testament, something i couldn’t truly believe until it was indented in my mind. I expected the ceremony to be anything else other than what Weston announced. I could feel myself Losing Grip of reality when I heard those words leave his mouth. when he presented those women and declared that he would choose a mate from one of them. I had lost him forever. He was no longer my best friend. He was no longer my friend to begin with. He was alpha and he has now started taking over his duties as alpha and doing what was good for the pack. I should have seen this coming. I should have known it would happen. Why did I allow my heart to melt for a man who would never be mine? Why am I so dumb to keep falling for my best friend? as I ran to the garden crying, I hoped that no one could see me. It was heartbreaking of course but the last thing I wanted was for people to start talking about me. I didn't want to seem miserable. I
Playing servant? Family? The mention of 'family' stung. The constant mistreatment from my stepmother and stepsisters had made me feel like an outsider in my own home. I was little more than a servant to them, a means to an end. but why would she act as if I was the one playing servant? She put me in this predicament. see each other to sentence me into this horror and now she was blaming me?"Why would you blame me for that? Why would you reprimand me for doing what you signed me up for?’’ Her hand was raised in the air again ready to strike me. but I didn't flinch. not this time. there was an unsettling confidence in my stomach when I watched her. I felt like I was being pushed to the edge. Dared to fight back.“ you're not going to talk to me like that. I am responsible for you. I am your mother..’’“You are my stepmother!’’ I corrected it. "You're not my mother. My mother is dead. My father is dead. This is the family I thought I had. but how you treat me isn't even the way any m
Lost in my thoughts, I made my way back home from the run with Weston. I felt flustered, touching my lips as I remembered my kiss with him. He said he was going to see me tomorrow. Did this mean we were back to our original routine? Did this mean my best friend was back? As I walked through the dark streets, deep in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows, startling me.“Justin, what the hell?’’ I shouted, clutching my chest. He smiled at me as he approached. I felt apprehensive as he stepped in front of my path, blocking my way."Alondra," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Still frolicking in the woods with the Alpha?"My heart clenched at his words, a mixture of anger and fear bubbling within me. While I did not quite like Justin, I always believed that there was good in everyone. And I hoped that he would become good someday. However, everything he does recently is always bad for me. I recall particia’s warning and i feel estranged with him. Nommater how muc
As I reached home, my steps heavy with the weight of my encounter with Bethany and Justin, a familiar figure caught my eye. Seraphina, sat on our porch, staring at her surroundings like a lost puppy. She seemed lost in thought, her expression Seeming confused and worried. She looked out of place here but maybe that was because she was royalty and one could hardly ever find her outside the Pack house. but I had learnt that Seraphina was different. I wasn't sure if I could be friends with her. Every time I looked at her I remembered Weston. I remember what he said. I remember that there is a chance Seraphina might become Weston's new mate. The thought of that tears me apart. I don't want to be jealous of her yet again my heart aches that she has what I can't have."Seraphina," I greeted her with a forced smile, my heart pounding in my chest. "What brings you here today?"She looked up, her eyes growing wide as she stared at me with relief. "Alondra, I needed someone to talk to. Someone
Everything had changed. Life working in the packhouse had taken on a different hue, an unsettling feeling rested at the bottom of my stomach while I moved around the walls, doing my daily chores. It was as if a dark cloud loomed over the place. A shadow of bad luck cast over the vicinity. It was unlike anything i've ever felt. As the days went by, the Alpha and I had barely talked. After our kiss in the garden he did not reach out to me the following day like he had promised. He had gone back to avoiding me. Making me feel like I was deserving of being a side character. or fading in the background. Mistress Mary continued to give me chores. Making me feel like more of a slave and less of a servant.Yet the more work I was given, the more it was situated outside the pack house and not in it. All of my work, like helping out with the kitchen operations or cleaning out their rooms, always revolved around the royal pack house. yet my duties have been redirected towards the warrior quarter
The garden was hidden. located behind the other side of the pack house where a lot of the houses would stop at. It was dark in the evenings, and not so lightful during the trees because of a number of large trees that mushroomed the place. It was isolated and no one hardly ever came here. A lot of the duties that are under the garden are given to me and that is why it was always the perfect place where the alpha and I met. However, I was already losing hope that he would ever want to see me again. He had avoided me and I had been pushed out of the pack house and been given responsibilities that did not pertain to the royal house at all. I felt isolated and rejected. I felt like he hates me. Had I done something wrong? And then, in the hushed stillness of the night, he appeared. Weston emerged from the darkness, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension. Our gazes locked, and the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the intoxicating magnetism that drew