I have stopped counting the days in which I have spent in this place. A place I cannot call home, yet it feels like I have spent my whole life here.

I arise from my slumber after another restless night after encountering yet another nightmare that I wish was not a reality. It didn’t change the fact I no longer had a family or a place to call home. Or that I truly was alone.

It’s funny. I had always wished to be left alone and now when I truly am I wish to have some company. I guess I really took everything for granted. Not that this realization will help me now that I am stranded in the rogue territory and labelled as rogue despite not being physically expelled by my Alpha. I guess it’s too late to have regrets now.

Fated To My Alpha

"Stay still or the curling iron is going to burn your hair and head!" Anaphel yelled as she tried to curl my fringe. Styling objects had always been an enemy of mine so having one so close to my face wasn't helping.

"It's too close. You're going to burn my face!!" I yelled back as I tighten my grip on Flora's hand as Henrietta consoles me so I wouldn't ruin the make-up, which was another battle. The powder always made me sneeze.

"If you keep moving like that, I'll make sure to burn your face before the curler does it itself!" Anaphel pushed the curling iron closer towards me as I closed my eye's in fear. She was one to go through with her words.

Chapter 29 Tie The Knot