AALIYAH.The three alphas had disagreed when I initiated the urge to take a stroll within the pack and clear my head, all by myself. Their fear was evident with the tons of questions they shot at me. Apparently, they're having post-traumatic experiences. Crying more than the bereaved. Of what use is it when they are adamant about doing what's requested in the letter? Truth be told, I wished I had thought it through before making such outrageous demands. Who would have thought the greatest of the pack houses, Orlando pack is at deficit? My thought exactly. Regardless, there's a silver lining in all of our mistakes, I get to think of how to lure them to the location when it finally comes with the second letter.What if you go missing too? Hector had quarried. He had tossed aside the recent misunderstanding that ensued days ago and displayed nothing but pure affection, which makes my conscience prick me continually. Guilt eating me deeply. But then again, I would choose my baby over s

AALIYAH There's silence as a maid dishes out our dinner. The only noise heard is that of the spoon clinking the dish. As necessary, she's in her uniform, her hair near bound in a not-so-archaic cap, and for Hudson, extra demand is an apron that's now neatly strapped to her body. Around the long dinner table, the three alphas and I are seated. Hunter facing Hudson and that leaves Hector and I sitting directly opposite, but I don't meet his gaze. It’s been a tradition since I got marked as their Luna and the pack’s lady. We all sit around the table to eat, with all smiles, spreading love and lust and joy. Sometimes we try to do it daily, but when either of us is sick or out of town, we may decide to eat separately or together, regardless of the other’s absence. But in the case of us all being present, we must eat together as a happy unit. Only today I feel different, I don't want to be in the likes of them, sniff their smell, look in their faces, and hear their voices as they rant

AALIYAH.I don't know how but I find myself trapped in a room with this physician that's almost like a psycho. With great scrutiny, she scans my every system. From my palms to my teeth and nostrils, it won't be a surprise if she also assesses my breath, the actual air. When she arrived at the house, a maid came to inform me of the pack house physician’s arrival... For long minutes, I was confused and pale as paper, trying to get why she was here at first. I'm not sick, or pregnant... Perhaps, it's in the long minutes of frustration I dragged my feet down here for I should have declined and I truly wish I did. Jeez. She waves an informal greeting, and doesn't hesitate to fix me a seat for my torture... And the moment I butt kisses the seat, every of her action reeks of my bad decision to be trapped. And right now? I'm in need of a rescue. “Be still.” The old physician instructs. I obey almost at once, halting every naughty movement and taking the form of a statue. Her pen touch

AALIYAH Silence descends on the chamber like a plague immediately their eyes meet mine. Their faces are in uttermost shock and I bet they must be wondering how long I've been there for and how much I heard. Apparently, everything...I heard every fucking thing. When the guard had gone to summon Hudson and Hunter, and was dismissed for privacy, I stood by the door. The guard though remains close by, he dares not ask me to leave or inform them of my presence. Constantly he gave me this scared look, for both his job and his life and I’ve gotten too far to give a shit or let anything sabotage my plans. I've barely seven days to the deadline and I’m yet to come up with a selling plot. I’m in dire need of one ... Freaking desperate. “Aaliyah...” Hector begins, choosing his words carefully. “Yeah, alpha Hector.” I shade him. “We didn't realize we've got company, for how long have you been there? Perhaps waiting to see either of us.” His tone is blunt. He freaking knows I’m here for ei

NIKKIIt’s been a hectic day, and the blessing of a day like this is the beauty of sleep. Taking off my dress, I amble into the bathroom. The bath one of the maids prepared earlier is still warm.I soak myself in the water, allowing its warmth to massage my skin. The fragrance from fresh lemon soap wafts into my nose, calming my senses as I take a deep breath. Just what I need.The activities of the day play before me, and Chris’ voice yelling at me is one I can’t shake off. I get it; he was exhausted and under pressure, but having him take it out on me is unacceptable.Is it because he’s never yelled at me before? We were once cozy lovers set ablaze and ready to destroy everything we touched with our heat.And now?I sigh. I just might be overthinking it; perhaps I’m still pissed at him.Getting out of the bath, I press off the excess water from my hair. I take the towel to pat dry my body and properly dry my hair, leaving it wet and clogged around my shoulders.As I open the door to