SHELLY.A day before my departure, my mystery lover had brought a lot of supplies to last me for a lifetime, and then extra money to chatter a carriage. Even though he could have taken me himself and I would have loved it that way if he did take us himself, he didn't, because we're obviously just relevant to him at night and not worth being seen with him during the day.I deserved the supplies, the money, and even more, public display of affection that we never showed, true love confessions that he never said, sacrifices he would never make, and much more, but he won't be all of that and I’m past it, a little too old to sulk, so I would chin up like I was born for it, for the hard life.I had packed my belongings not all of them, I wasn't going to be at Scorpio Villa forever, and not like I am abandoning my home in Wild Crest Pack, it was the only home I knew while growing up. I just wanted to find a grip and let go of my regret and hurt and revenge. Put an end to this shitty grief p

HECTOR “What have you got?” I inquire of the guard that came to me with a box. “It was sent from Alpha Chris and Lady Shelly of Wild Crest Pack.” He nears me with the box. "Very well then, you may leave it there,” I pointed to a corner. "And is that all?”"Yes, Alpha.” "You may take your leave in the absence of nothing else.”He turns and leaves. I last saw Lady Shelly last month, but it felt like ages. She was so refined, brand new is the word, and when she came, she had been all over baby Hendrix like he would vanish in minutes. Nor was Aaliyah ready to let her go. She had somehow persuaded her to stay for an extra week before Lady Shelly got bundled in another carriage and over to Wild Crest Pack. So cheesy, but it made me like Alpha Chris more, such a man of action. He has blood coursing through his veins, I would do the same if Aaliyah as much as spends days away from our home. When Lady Shelly left, it was like a part of Aaliyah left too. She had ranted nonstop about how

HECTOR“Hey, Liyah Bunnie.” I tease her after opening the door and as usual without knocking.She frowns at me before making her baby bun face.“That's more like it.” I blow her a kiss, before entering her room and shut the door afterward."You do need to start knocking, very soon baby Hendrix will be all over, and picking up your bad characters, easily." She starts removing items from her lap and places them on the bedside table.I laugh so hard and it feels like my lungs would explode. "Jeez, easy.”She stands up gently walks up to me and wraps her arms around my waist. "Or you think he will remain a baby forever?”"For a minute, it never occurred to me that he is already a grown-ass man.”"Stop it." She hits me with her flexed elbow. "I want you to tell me how much you missed me, baby Hendrix’s papa.”"What? Nah, that sounds archaic.” I frown, thinking through the names coming up in my head."What? He's still a baby...”"Why do you call him baby and me papa? Something like honey or

SHELLY “Just a minute, please.” I scream in the direction of the door and at the person on the opposite side of it. “Take your time.” She replies calmly. I've heard a whole lot of voices in this short visit and I've gotten it all jumbled up. Being greeted by a bunch of strangers has its own downside. But it's sort of familiar, it's calm and soothing, even though I still can't place it after critical thinking. “Hey, Lady Agnes.” I open the door to the smiling face of Lord Asher's partner. I was right with the hunch after all. She is quite aged and yet exceptionally beautiful which made it more sneaky to guess her age, not even the range. She is the kind of lady that makes you hiss at nature for being any different and not her clone. "Welcome, to my...your place.” I'm swift to correct, not sure how to relate to her yet, regardless of her kindness and jovial nature. "That's gibberish, darling. It's your place so long as you remain beneath its roof. And you're welcome for the appre

SHELLY I remain standing by the door after there isn't any response to my knock. It's a bit noisy, and I'm sure they're probably inside busy with their lives, not expecting any jobless visitors. I adjust Petian on my hip, spreading her weight evenly as I towards the side I lay her for support. My postpartum body is still robust, an evidence that it housed a baby, makes it hard to withstand too much weight, and chubby Petian isn't helping. I knock again, this time louder than the previous, and as usual, I wait for a response.“It had better be a good one, or lose your goddamn fingers.” A croaked voice cuss. I stay put, not frightened by his threat. Even though this household is renowned for their notoriety in the whole of Scorpio Villa, they've been nothing but sweet to me, the daughter of their late saint, Beta Nicholas. "Hey, dear.” The face behind the angry voice surfaces, Lord Asher. He blossoms with a smile on seeing me and he's holding a cigar.“Good day, Lord Asher.” I gree