Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Rhes
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电气:36%計
There’s always a reward in waiting. I remind myself. If it’s a real you can handle, then great, but if not, then take the risk and end up with something worse It’s a tiny tiny gamble, really, depending on the circumstances and the way it falls. Still, no matter what the vicomtar is change your life whether it’s for better or for worse.
Then again, it all depends on the situation.
As for my dilemma, a selfish part of me wants to see it as a reward and not as something that would destroy me, despite that shes being the most logical and realistic route to go
Alpha Aron has a dark reputation throughout the north. Everyone knows he’s a beast, and everyone knows that associating oneself with him will change and impact my own destiny. The MondClaw Pack is powerful, one of the most fearsome and most dominating packs in the region. He’s the Alpha, born and raised to rule his pack with an unforgiving, ruthless hand.
And he
chosen me, someone who is not nearly worthy of him.
1 blink a few times, my mind chuming Of all the wolves in the lands, all the wolfesses he’s interacted with, out of all the choices he’s had available to him, he’s decided to seek me out. Me, a pathetic runt.
Fate is such a cruel thing.
But I don’t want him. I would never want him. I don’t desire a man like him–I desire to be free, to be a warrior, to train, to be loved by my family and to be accepted by them and my pack.
I don’t want to be owned by anyone, let alone an Alpha like him. But he has given me a chance to choose whether I want to be clumed by him as a mute or not.
Despite that being a big could, I can’t help but feel it’s a decision that could destroy me in the end. If I do anything to disrespect him he could strip my body naked and leave me out in the open, letting others have their way with my bloodied body. He could do far worse to me, and I wouldn’t stand a chance of stopping him, knowing well he’d have a valid reason to harm me, knowing I am runt.
A nobody.
Nothing
No one at all
There’s no reward in becoming a mate of Alpha Aron. I can’t accept this.
No
After breakfast. After cleaning the kitchen and arranging the remaining tasks of cleaning for the day, my feet draw me to the only place where I can find some respite and collect my thoughts.
The library
When I up there, I tidy up whatever I can and I take my time to do so. Minutes turn into hours and no one disturbs me There aren’t any books left to fix, once I make sure they all look perfect, I force my feet out of here, because if I stay, the ghosts here would mock me with their secrets, with their words of how litle I can save myself from being claimed and changed for the worse.
A few people in the hall look at me strangely as I pass by. It’s the new guests, Alpha Aron’s men. I doubt they’ve seen a runt. I doubt Aron has ever seen a runt considering all of them are dead, or killed
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I go back into the kitchen and help the cooks finish up the dinner preparations. It starts to get dark outside, more and more.
My heart feels a little at unease but I know rejecting Aron is the right choice for me. He isn’t good for me. I’m not good for him. None of this is meant to happen.
Being his mate is not written for me. I have a destiny of my own that involves so many things and none of it includes being possessed by Alpha Aron
This decision is an easy one to make but to execute might turn out a struggle. I have to stand my ground. I have to stay away From him. That much I can do.
I stay by Rachel, who’s quietly humming as she chops vegetables at lightning speed, I do some other small tasks around the kitchen and keep looking outside the window to see that it’s about to grow darker out. Soon, Rachel goes out of the kitchen to set up the dining table with some others and I stay behind to clean up.
It’s already right now. A little bit past the time he told me to give my answer.
Once dinner is over, I can’t even think as my heart clenches in pain at the thought of making him leave. At the same time, that’s what I want the most, isn’t it? I gather up all the dishes that were used and put them away. I wash and dry the counter and any other surface that had been used as the clutter.
Ethel steps inside and crosses her arms as she faces me, glaring a little.
“If you want a day off, then say the word. We can’t have you putting off your work because your mind is elsewhere.”
My heart skips at that. Does she know?
“Sorry, I
I’m a bit distracted today.” I mutter.
She sighs in what I perceive to be frustration, then says, “Go home and rest, you look pale.”
The second floor needs dusting and I-
“It’s fine. You can do it in the morning,” she waves her hand in the air and says. “And now that the guests have departed, there
is less work‘
I can’t describe how I am feeling, I bite my lips and look at her. “They are gone?”
“Precisely. They said they want to head out early and make their way back to their pack. Looks like you won’t have much to
So, finish up and go home.”
now.
He’s gone.
For some reason, my stomach clenches into tight, painful knots. I should feel relieved–I am relieved. But why do I feel so hollow on the inside, so disappointed by his departure?
I wanted him to go and he went.
Her
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