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
As the early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I blinked my eyes open, slowly, sitting up from my bed, I gripped the covers as i Pushed them away from me. Tonight, for the first time since my mom died, I had a nightmare. emerging from the clutches of sleep. Stretching my limbs, I yawned, ready to get out of bed. Unlike the nightmare of a dream I had, I was rather excited and rejuvenated for the day. I have not had enough sleep but still it was something. Last night Weston walked me to the door. and he kissed my forehead and he told me that he still planned on working through all that he promised me. Our moments in the garden had left me trembling. I had gotten a taste of what passion truly was. I have been a virgin all alone yet he had changed that. and instead of how uncomfortable and scary I expected it to be he made me feel safe and loved. He would stop right in the middle to ask whether I still wanted this. or whether it was okay. He asked for my permission before ta
I had grown accustomed to being treated as a lowly servant, always at the beck and call of my supervisor, Mistress Mary, my stepmother and stepsisters, other servants and the royal families. But amidst the monotony of my daily routine today, there was one person who was different—Luke.Luke was the beta to Weston, our pack's alpha, and he had never treated me like a servant or a lowlife. He was always kind, considerate, and treated me with respect. He treated me like a normal werewolf instead of treating me like less of a human. he didn't boss me around. if he asks me to do anything you would always be considerate and give me enough time to do it. you would even offer me an extent and insist that I didn't need to rush myself. I needed Patricia was happy to be with him. he was her mate after all and the both of them loved each other dearly. they were the pack’s sweetheart compared to Aria’s relationship with her mate.Our encounters were usually brief, as he had his own responsibilitie
The anticipation of Weston's upcoming party hung heavy in the air, and with each passing day, my worry deepened. The pack had been buzzing with excitement, preparing for the grand event where Weston would choose his mate. Over the past few weeks Western and I have gotten heated on almost every surface of the garden. It didn't help that there was no furniture but he always seemed to find a way to make me comfortable while he ravished me. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. He left me craving for more. He left me wanting him and nothing else. no one else. Justin had significantly disappeared into the Pack house. Aiding with the preparations of Weston's ceremony he had become so busy that even Bethany herself felt lonely. Before, Justin would always come every day to visit Bethany. and they would spend hours in her room making sexual noises that work everyone in the house. However, even though we complained about it, my stepmother never said a thing about it. instead she
Even though my original plan had been to approach Patricia later after Weston's ceremony I just couldn't help myself. she seemed like she wasn't okay and as I looked at her I remembered Luke’s words. something definitely seems to trouble her. I was not sure on how to approach her but I knew that at the end of it it would be a decision whether or not to tell me. I did not want to be too pushy yet again I didn't want to leave her when she needed me."Trish," I began tentatively, "is everything alright? You seem troubled."She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Alondra, there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been hiding, and it's tearing me apart."My heart skipped a beat, a sense of nervousness settling inside me. Patricia had never been one to easily worry about something. she would always approach a challenge head-on before she let it bring her down. but the Patricia I was looking at right now was not the same.She was genuinely worried and scared about something and that re
After my argument with Patricia I decided that I needed a moment of my own. it was obvious that she meant every word of what he had said and arguing with her was not on my to-do list. Everyone looked at me differently now. I had been isolated my entire life but this was just an extra touch. This adapted as a confirmation of all my fears. it had confirmed all the insecurities and developed over the years working in the packhouse around the royal family. Every single reassurance that Patricia and area had given me had just been erased. the confirmation was said. This is how they have all felt about me all along. Right now thinking about Weston just isn't going to help me. because even though everything is going perfectly well with him right now, I had a bad feeling about it. Perhaps it's because of my condescending nature of expecting something horrible whenever things are going right in my life. because right now it has just proven itself install while my relationship with Weston was