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
“Great job alondra, now when you're done with that you can go help out in the pack house kitchen.” Mistress Mary says, while smiling at me.“ thank you mistress Mary, let me know which discipline and I'll do as you’ve said.’’ it was both amazing and unbelievable how much work I could do when my mind is occupied by a lot of things. I was like a machine. finishing one chore and looking for another. I couldn't stop myself. I wanted my mind to be fully occupied. all I wanted was to see my hands doing something, carrying something, moving around. over the span of only three hours, I was already done with her the responsibility they had for today. the remaining ones had been set for the evening where a lot of the shops would close and the Citizens would retire to bed. today was one of the busiest days of The Fall. a lot of merchants and becoming in from tomorrow and preparations were done today. This wealthy merchants were invited by Alpha Weston and his father in order to run up the e
“So, have you thought about it?’’ he says, guiding me towards a quiet waterfront. right by the side of the garden.“ There was nothing for me to think about. the both of us did not start on the right foot and I don't believe that can be salvaged. and besides my stepsister is madly in love with…’’“ Your step sister doesn't mean anything to me.’’ he argues.“ That's my step sister you're talking about. I may not get along with her but I can't tolerate you speaking about her like that.’’ My tone is firm and assertive. There is nothing that I want more than escaping this conversation and disappearing into a different world where none of these chaos exists.“ I love you alondra!’’ Looking up at him I can't help but see the face of Weston. For a moment I am filled with sudden happiness that he loves me. watching his lips repeat those words and listen to snap me into reality.He is not Weston. “ What is wrong with me that you don't want me?’’ he asks all of a sudden. I'm taken aback by h
Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, the scent of home mingling with my growing apprehension. My stepmother, a woman who had always kept her distance, greeted me with a warm smile. It felt alien, her sudden change in demeanor. Suspicion flickered within me, mingling with the weariness that had settled in my bones."Alondra, my dear," she said, her voice unusually gentle. "How was your day?"I stared at her, studying her features for any signs of deceit. But her expression remained open, her eyes filled with a tenderness I had never seen before. A shiver ran down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this unexpected shift."It was... eventful," I replied cautiously, my voice betraying my unease. "I have a lot on my mind."She nodded, her smile unwavering. "I understand. Take your time. And remember, I'm here if you need someone to talk to."Her words were laced with an underlying sweetness, a concern that had never before surfaced. It left me feeling both g