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,"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat alone in the comfort of my room, the weight of confusion and disbelief was heavy on my heart. The words I had heard from the Queen, Mrs. Pierce echoed relentlessly in my mind, each syllable was like a resounding gong that stirred a myriad emotions within me.Destined mates. The very notion seemed at a far distance, I held my head upwards trying to draw back the tears. I felt like I was falling apart inside. Her words kept resonating inside my head. Weston is my mate. My best friend is my mate. The man I have loved my whole life is the man I was destined to be with. How could she have done this? How could she be this cruel? Why has she set aside her time to make my life so miserable? Flashback“ alondra come on.’’ Weston called-out to me as his fingers wrapped around my waist and he pulled me with him.“But Mrs Pierce.’’“ My mother is not going to do anything. she'll just talk and talk until she gets tired.’’ he argued looking back at me as he con
As the memories flooded back, a series of flashbacks played before my eyes like a bittersweet montage. I remembered all those times when a flicker of something had sPacked between Weston and me, something inexplicable yet undeniably real. The way his gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary, the subtle touch of his hand on mine during pack gatherings, the electric current that seemed to course through me whenever our paths crossed. But we had always been bound by the constraints of social status, our positions within the pack dictating a divide that couldn't be breached.Now, knowing the truth, I couldn't help but replay those moments in my mind, dissecting them with newfound clarity. Had Weston felt the same magnetic pull? Did he, too, suppress his emotions under the weight of tradition and expectations? The thought left an ache in my chest, a longing for something that could have been but was forced to remain dormant.The tears streamed down my face, the emotions surging like a