I stare into the mirror blankly as I pull the brush through my severely tangled hair. The past two days have gone by in a daze, with me trying to uphold a strong facade in front of everyone and then going ahead to cry myself to sleep every night. I'm not a crier, have never really been. But the emotional exhaustion of my situation is beginning to get to me. I knew I wasn't welcome here but an assassination attempt and by someone like Anna is extreme even for me. I find myself thinking of her at the most random times. I remember how excited she had been on the first day we met. What had been going through her head? Was this her plan all along? Did she act alone? Had there been other attempts that failed? What finally made her break that day? And most importantly, what did I do to deserve that?I need some kind of closure, but I definitely won't be getting that anytime soon, if not ever. But in the mean time, I'm once again reminded of the fact that I can never get too comfortable arou

I'm sitting alone in my room when I hear the knock. I glance at the door, hesitant to open it. It has to be Trish on the other side of it, I can just tell. After the meeting yesterday, I had walked out of the board room and straight to my quarters, locking the door behind me and making no moves to open it ever since. A part of me definitely feels betrayed by Trish. As much as I understand that she owes me nothing and also doesn't trust me as much as the rest, it still hurts to know she was aware fully aware of the suspicions all this time and has probably considered them herself. So when she had followed me upstairs yesterday night, I had been loathe to open the door. I'm not sure what to say or how to act.A second round of knocks land on the door, more firmly this time."Valeria, please open up". She calls out. I stare at the door emptily, considering my options. In all honesty, I can't hide here forever. I'm going to have go out there and face the world at some point. But maybe I'm

I'm returning from my history class when I meet an omega standing by my room door. She's a meek thing and when she sees me approaching, she straightens dramatically and keeps her head bowed. I eye her suspiciously as I approach. Ever since the incident, it's safe to say I've been more than a little too cautious around everybody. As much of a hassle as it is, I insist on getting my water by myself and when I'm served dinner, I eat in little bites, half expecting some poison to kick in at any moment in time. It's sad that this is the reality I have to live now, in constant fear of my life. My head still aches from my encounter with Eva earlier in the day. I've told myself many times to ignore everything she said. She's just a brat who'd literally sell her heart out to get me out of the way after all…but…I can't. I can still see her mouthing the vile words, "A Luna by name….Some other woman occupies your man's heart and bed….". I've assured myself many times that I'm riled up only becaus

The days go by in a blur and even more so now that I have something to look forward to. All too soon, it's one more week to the wedding. With each passing day in which it's not cancelled, I'm also learning to accept my fate. I don't know what miracle could happen at this point to be honest. But on the bright side, I get to see my family again. Everytime I think of them, my heart flutters in my throat. A day after our conversation, I was made to know that an invitation had been sent south to my mum and sister. It was at that point I considered the possibility of my father not allowing them come. But I know him. He wouldn't deprive me of that one piece of happiness in this desolate place I've found myself. The thought of seeing them again fills me with inexplicable happiness and even my outrageous lessons now seem more bearable.Today being the seventh day to the wedding is the day I meet the masses and receive gifts from them. I had been quite anxious when I was informed of this develo

A low moan escapes my lips as he presses into me, his jutting erection butting against my inner thighs. His arms wrap tighter around my waist and he pulls me in closer, merging our bodies till I'm not sure where his stops and mine begins His velvety tongue slides into my mouth and I latch onto it greedily, desperate to get an even better taste of him. No man has had the kind of effect Draaven Ventura seems to have on me and I don't know how to feel about that.He pulls away, bringing down his head to drop the most gentle, feather light kisses along my body. I throw my head back as his lips make contact with my cheek first, then my jawline and down my neck. He darts his tongue across the sensitive skin and I feel myself shiver in response. The wetness pools in between my legs and in this moment, I just need him, consequences and all. I don't want to think about anything. He brushes his lips lightly against my shoulder and pulls on the sleeve of my robe gently, sliding it down. He part