The celebrations for the Pack lasted as long as I expected. Part of the day was quiet, probably the moments where prominent nobles were giving speeches. I knew that if I wanted information about how the inauguration had gone, I could rely on my step sisters. They were always hell-bent on making my life a living hell and this time, I was one hundred percent sure they would not stop blabbering about today's ceremony. Part of that reason also laid on the gentlemen that had attended from other Packs, and a lot of women who were prone to enjoy this night. It had been about 5 hours since the incident with my stepmother. I had not left the room to go downstairs, but I could hear that the house was quiet. I knew that they were gone - they were long gone.“Dad, if only you were here, you would tell me what to do. You'd help me make the right decision.’’ I whispered looking up at the sky from my bedroom window. It is at this moment that an exciting idea strikes me. I open my bedroom door an

Everything seemed different. At Least different from the castles I'd built up in my head. Weston made a name for himself. The first ever Alpha of this Pack that got out of the comfort of the palace and interacted with the people. He had spent the past week familiarizing himself with the troubles of the Citizens and what he could do to fix them. Other than that, he had busied himself with other duties like officially meeting new Alphas and other aspiring Warriors who wanted to fight for the pack's security. There was a lot going on, especially because of the change in leadership.I had not seen Mrs Pierce so far, it was as if she had disappeared. She had not left the Pack House. Neither had Trish and Aria. The last time I had seen them was before the inauguration. Was I worried? Not quite. The only reason why Patricia and Aria would spend time locked up in the Castle was if they were saddled with just the equal responsibilities as those of Weston. I, on the other hand, was doing a

For the past two weeks, I felt like I was going insane. Weston and I had not talked. Somehow, I feel like he was purposely ignoring me. Yet, there are a lot of moments where I watched him standing in the garden, purposely trampling over the flowers. But I knew best. And then,bringing myself there would only cost me more harm than good. I wasn't sure he was stepping on the flowers on purpose. I wasn't even sure why he did anything. At this moment, Weston did not feel like my best friend. He felt like a very different person. A man that I did not know. A total stranger. This morning, I carried my flowers down the stairs and found my stepmother and stepsisters seated in the living room with a cup of coffee in each of their hands. I stared at them with sincere shock, they have never starved themselves. Today I'm not surprised that they didn't even wake me up.“You have a visitor.’’ my stepmother said, taking another sip of her coffee, avoiding my eyes. there was something lingering in t

Our kiss had turned more into a make-out session. There were a couple of moments ago where I would not have believed this was happening. Yet the moment that I felt the alphas lips on mine, I had lost myself. I had forgotten how to think and how to breathe.He was an amazing kisser. Not that I had any experience, but I definitely knew that what I was feeling right now is not fake. He wasn't improvising. He knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it. I feel his tongue intruding my mouth. I don't even stop. I do not resist. I want more of him so much.And soon, he pushes himself away from me, let me clench his fingers into a fist and take small steps backwards. He closes his eyes, biting his lips in the sexiest way possible. This man has me in a trance and can easily control me however he wants. He could have me do anything he just doesn't know.“F***!’’ he shouts yet again, before engulfing me in his arms and kissing me yet again. This time, the kiss is more passionate, more dema

My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside the grand double doors of the study in the pack house. With a trembling hand, I raised it to knock, my knuckles tapping against the wood. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, heightening my nerves. The weight of the moment settled on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me inside.The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Pierce, Weston's mother. Her stern expression mirrored the unease that churned in my gut. She motioned for me to enter with a curt nod, as if I were a rabbit. I stepped forward, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. As I crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood filled my senses, reminding me of previous visits to the pack house. I had always cleaned his room but never will the Alpha order the Queen inside it. Never being in their presence has always been a success for me. Going unnoticed has always been the goal. And there right now, I find myself in the jaws of d