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
At any other given moment before this one, I would have been nervous. Being called into the queen's office is no easy call. but so far, Mrs Pierce had called me into her office a dozen times and it was always the same lecture. Stay away from my son. Stay away from Patricia.Keep the secrets of this pack and bear the responsibility of protecting and guarding its priorities.It had always been the same song. So far I have managed to keep my hands away from the alpha. Even though it pained me, the image of my best friend and answering that Serafina was his new maid broke my heart. and the echoing voice of Patricia insulting and belittling me stomps on my reading broken heart. With a cup of tea in my hand, I climb up the flight of stairs carefully one foot after another. my attention is directed towards the t not taking note of whoever was walking down the stairs. when I feel someone touch my shoulder I bring my eyes upward still careful as to not spill the tea.“Alondra!’’ Sarafina's
Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat alone in the comfort of my room, the weight of disbelief heavy on my heart. The words I had heard from the Queen, Mrs. Pierce, echoed relentlessly in my mind, each syllable like a resounding gong that stirred emotions within me.Destined mates. The very notion seemed unfathomable. I had never thought of my life with a mate who was not Weston. all those moments I spent daydreaming it was all about my best friend. the world revolves around him. the desire and feelings I had for him never stopped. no matter the distance kept between us. no matter how much the world moves the mountains just so we could not be together. Now my heart breaks to realize that the world has never been against Weston and I. The moon goddess did not hate me. She admitted me to someone. I am a wonderful man who I have known all my life. a man who I call my best friend. A man who I am in love with.Weston, the Alpha of our pack, was meant to be my partner, my other half. It
Having finally settled the thoughts within me, I collected myself. I knew that I did not have time to rest. I still had a lot of chores to do and the world did not wait for a weeping Woman.With every step I took around my room there was an echo of fractured reality. the reality that my destiny has been robbed from me. That I did not have a chance against the Queen.Coming down the staircase, I found myself finding strength at the thought of today being a different day than yesterday. Because I knew the truth and nothing was hidden from me. because I didn't walk around with so many questions. Because even though ahead of me was nothing but there's, my presence was not surrounded by it. There, standing near the entrance, my stepmother. Her dark eyes shone with an unreadable expression."Alondra," she called out, her voice holding a rare hint of warmth. "May we speak?"I knew that I did not have the patience to be pushed around right now.“ I need to finish my chores today we can talk