" Of Course. We can just move past this. I believe we can, Patricia," I responded with excitement in my voice. "We are stronger together, and I hope we can find a way to support each other in the challenges that lie ahead. I do not want to lose you as a friend."A flicker of relief danced across Patricia's face, and for a brief moment, the weight of our differences seemed to dissipate. She was a wonderful person. Even though she went through her own challenges she was still great.As we worked together I couldn't help but feel that this was going to be great. my relationship with Weston was perfect now. he couldn't wait to meet him in the garden again. but I wasn't going to tell Patricia about it. even though I trusted her it was still a risk that I wasn't willing to take. they also was not ready to expose our relationship to anyone else and I was going to respect that.“ so how are you feeling so far?’’ I asked the curiously. She stayed up at me with a smile before continuing.‘ nost
The rays of the Sun penetrated through my curtains indicating that morning had come. When I opened the door and entered I had a tray of breakfast in my hands hoping that my stepmother wouldn't hear me from downstairs. she was asleep on the couch possibly because she had fallen asleep meeting her sweaters or something that she barely ever did before.The Wounded man still slept on my bed. I on the other hand had arranged for some blankets on the floor where I slept watching over him and nursing him back to health. as injuries had been pretty serious and a couple of times through the night I had what about taking him down to the Pack Hospital. but at the end of it I realise that I would be in much bigger trouble than how I had started. I will be asked the endless questions about why a stranger who was not even a member of the Pack was in my bedroom and why I was messing him back to health. but no one was going to understand that this very strange I held a grave secrets. on that secret w
I entered the living room, my steps hesitant, sensing an atmosphere thick with tension. I had a bad feeling about this, but I still entered, knowing that turning back would get me nowhere. There, standing with an armored expression, was my stepmother, her eyes narrowed with anger. Fear pricked at my skin as I wondered what transgression had led her to summon me in such a manner. It had to be something bad, or perhaps something that didn't even make sense. She’d always find a reason to be angry at me anyway. "Alondra," she hissed through clenched teeth, "how could you be so careless? Leaving the door open during the night, inviting danger into our home! Are you trying to get all of us killed? Is that your plan?" I stared at her trying to figure out what she was talking about. I could feel the anger emerging from her body. The way she stared at me was with pure disdain and anger. Slowly, her words struck me like a blow, and I immediately felt a pang of guilt gnawing at my conscience.
As I moved through the Pack House, cleaning and tidying each room, I carefully avoided the part that belonged to Patricia. Memories of our previous agreement, her harsh words, and the pain she inflicted upon me were still fresh in my mind. I couldn't bear to revisit that space, even if it meant leaving it unkempt.But as I finished attending to the other rooms, I couldn't ignore the fact that Weston's room still awaited my attention. With a sigh, I pushed open the door, stepping into a realm that held both familiarity and trepidation.As I surveyed the room, my gaze swept across the neatly made bed, the scattered books on the desk, and the worn-out pair of shoes by the door. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets this room held, what hidden fragments of Weston's life resided within its walls.Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the sound of the running water from the adjacent bathroom until it abruptly ceased. A jolt of surprise coursed through me as Weston emerged, his tall figu
As the door closed behind her, I cautiously emerged from my hiding place, my heart still racing with the intensity of the moment. Weston's eyes found mine, a mixture of relief and concern swirling within them.In my mind I could not help but wonder why Patricia was behaving so differently. there was something off about her. She was always rude to me and seemed to find different ways to pick a fight. Now the way she was talking to Weston was full of unearthing resentment. She was angry about something. Maybe they were all just hormones because of her pregnancy."Alondra," Alpha Weston breathed, reaching out for me, his touch seeking solace in the midst of chaos. "I'm sorry you got dragged into this. I never wanted things to escalate like this."I took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, offering reassurance amidst the turmoil. "We'll find a way to navigate through this, Weston. We'll protect our secrets, our pack, and each other."He nodded, a flicker of determination igniting in
As I made my way towards the entrance of the Pack House, my footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. My mind was filled with a mix of thoughts and emotions, the weight of secrets and hidden desires bearing down upon me. I longed for a moment of solace, a chance to escape the suffocating atmosphere that seemed to surround me.Just as I reached for the doorknob, it swung open abruptly, causing me to stumble back in surprise. Standing before me was Patricia, her expression a mirror of my own conflicted emotions. An awkward silence settled between us, heavy with unspoken words and fractured friendship."Alondra," Trish finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I didn't expect to run into you."I nodded, unable to find the right words to break the tension that hung in the air. The once-strong bond we shared had been strained, the weight of secrets and hidden truths driving a wedge between us."I'm just... I'm leaving," I managed to say, my voice filled with a mix of resignation
The day had arrived, shrouded in a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The grand hall of the Pack House had been transformed into a breathtaking venue, adorned with delicate drapes, shimmering chandeliers, and an array of exquisite flowers that filled the air with their intoxicating fragrance. The preparations had been meticulous, each detail crafted with utmost care to ensure an unforgettable evening.As I made my way through the bustling corridors, my heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. The weight of expectations hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness at the thought of the impending announcement. Alpha Weston, my beloved, would choose his mate tonight, and I feared my place in his heart would be overshadowed by another.The atmosphere was charged with excitement as pack members and guests mingled, their laughter and animated conversations filling the room. Their attire, resplendent and elegant, was a testament to the significance of the occas
The night air was cool against my skin as I made my way through the dense forest, my steps guided through the trees. Patricia walked beside me, her expression unreadable in the darkness. I could sense an air of unease hanging between us, as if a storm was brewing in the silence.As we ventured deeper into the woods, Trish finally broke the silence that had enveloped us since we left the grand hall. Her voice was barely a whisper, laden with a mixture of guilt and apprehension. "Alondra," she began, her words faltering for a moment before she found her voice. "There's something... something I need to tell you."My heart skipped a beat, my curiosity piqued by her serious tone. I turned to face her, my eyes searching hers for any hint of what she was about to disclose. "What is it, Trish?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, mirroring the secrecy of the forest around us.Patricia took a deep breath, her features contorted with a mix of emotions. "The baby... the one I'm carrying,"