I'm sorry for the long wait you had to endure for an update of mine. Unfortunately, I had the worst week ever! But it's the weekend now, yaaaay! Thank you for your patience and bearing with me <3 I'll do my best to update more regularly until my final exams in June. Afterwards, the updates will double ;) XoXo
Artemisia I wake up with a jump scare the next morning as all my windows get opened brusquely. I blink into the light streaming into the room as a blonde woman is blabbering nonchalantly while continuing to give me a heart attack. Turning in my bed, I blink my sleep out of my eyes. I can’t see
Artemisia I take a deep breath as I step into the dimly lit office, even though I didn’t get an answer at my knocking. “What are you doing out of bed?” Cayden asks me as I close the door behind me. His eyes are still glued on the papers in front of him as I clear my throat. “I wanted to talk t
Artemisia My heart beats into my throat as I arrive on the training fields. I look around but Fynn is nowhere to be seen. ‘Guess he sensed you were coming, and ran away from you,’ Cassy sneers, making my stomach turn. “The stables.” A melodic voice tears me out of my thoughts, making me look
Artemisia I gulp as I keep myself from being impressed by the sparks exploding on my skin and traveling down my neck and chest. No matter how much I try, I can’t remember ever feeling such a strong reaction towards anyone. I would prefer I remembered something like this as it pains me that it mu
‘See? I told you! It’s because you lack everything a mate would be looking for,’ Cassy snorts with laughter as she puts me down, making my heart squeeze painfully. ‘You are ugly and weak. Dirt even for the scumbags.’ Her laughter echoes in my head as I look up to the ceiling, keeping my tears from
Artemisia “Oh, no, Missy, please!” I stop scrubbing the bottom of the dried-up fountain as Alberta makes me stop to look at her. Pushing my hair back, I see her running towards me completely shocked. “What are you doing here? Weren’t you arranging the flowers?” She asks, making the omegas work
Artemisia “Hello, Missy.” Two young Omegas are smiling happily at me as I open the door. They are standing in front of my quarters with an army of trolleys.“Oh, hey girls. What are you bringing me?” They giggle as they answer, speaking in unison once again. “Dinner!” They push the trolleys thro
Artemisia “What’s with her?” He asks me, and I curse myself as I see the green sprinkles in his eyes disappearing. As he seems to perceive the change in the atmosphere, I’m disappointed to see how fast he adapts to it. He loses his flirtatious demeanor swiftly and replaces it with his usual car