It's 11 PM, and everyone is in their rooms. I sit on my bed, sketching the lake I visited a week ago.
"Hey there," Kushi says as she enters my room.
"Did you sneak out again?" I ask. Mother doesn't approve of her sneaking out of her room to sleep in mine.
"Never mind that! I've got some news," she says, sitting on the bed. She continues, excitement was evident in her voice.
"You know, I ran into Garry Logan today. That jerk, he's completely consumed by his ego. I don't know what the alpha sees in him, but he's not worthy of that title," she says, her eyes flashing with disdain.
"What did he do to make you hate him so much?" I ask, trying to focus on my drawing.
"Why do you always defend him?" she shoots back.
"He's not as bad as you think, and that title meant everything to him," I reply, attempting to diffuse the tension.
"How can you be so sure about that?" she asks, her anger evident.
"It's the only dream he ever shared with me," I explain.
"I don't understand. Even after he's beaten you, caused you trouble, and humiliated you, how can you still be sympathetic toward him?" she questions, kicking her legs on my bed.
I set my drawing aside on the table and turn to face her.
"Khushi, even a coin has two sides—the one shown to the world and the one hidden. It's up to us which one we want to reveal. What he displayed to the world may be his bad side, but just one fact can't define who he truly is," I say, hoping to sway her perspective.
"Forget it. If you're going to lecture me, I might as well leave," she says, opening the door to depart.
"Khushi, one more thing. It's not okay for you to keep coming into my room so frequently. It's becoming annoying, so unless it's important, try not to bother me," I say firmly. She looks shocked, but I can't say more, so I close the door behind her.
She kept knocking on my door, asking questions over and over, but I didn't open it. After a while, she must have gotten tired and left. I wanted to open the door, give her a tight hug, and tell her that everything I said wasn't true. But I couldn't. It's better this way. It's better for her not to get too close to me and to live a happy life.
The clouds thunder ominously as the rain begins. I open the window and sit beside it. The moon hides behind the clouds, and the sound of thunder is strong. I pick up my favorite book and start reading by the window, listening to the rain pouring down.
Feeling hot despite the cold rain outside, your body's temperature soaring while the world around you shivers, it's a surreal sensation. Concerned about your strange condition, thoughts race through your mind as I consider heading to the hospital.
But then, a familiar dread grips me as I spot the same car parked outside my house, the one that seems to know my every move. Panic sets in as you wonder how much this person knows about me. Hastily grabbing an umbrella, you dash outside, but by the time I reach the spot, the car is gone, leaving no trace.
Doubt creeps in. Was it all a hallucination? Could it be a side effect of the medication of mine, been taking, perhaps in excessive doses? Returning to my room, I shut the window, trying to shake off the unsettling experience. But the memory of the car lingers, haunting me.
Questions swirl in my mind. Is this a sign of mental disturbance, as your mother had warned? Could it be something more sinister, like black magic? Fear and uncertainty grip me as I lie on my bed, grappling with the inexplicable events unfolding around me.
As I pondered over the strange incidents of the past few nights, a sense of unease settled within me. Despite the apparent calm, a foreboding sensation lingered, as if the tranquility were merely the calm before a storm. Something significant seemed imminent.
Arriving home, I notice two unfamiliar cars parked at the gate, their luxurious appearance starkly contrasting with our usual vehicles. Though they pale in comparison to the mysterious car from before, thoughts of it still plague my mind. Am I losing my sanity? I shake my head, attempting to dispel the intrusive thoughts.
With a sense of apprehension, I decide to avoid the living room where the guests are likely gathered. Slipping into the kitchen through the window, I tread quietly, hoping to remain unnoticed. However, it seems I've been spotted, as my mother's voice calls out my name, signaling that I've been discovered.
As my mother calls me over, I reluctantly step forward, feeling a surge of anxiety. Standing before them, I keep my gaze fixed on the ground, feeling small and vulnerable. Two unfamiliar women are seated on the couch, exuding an air of wealth and authority.
"So, you're the one," the woman on the left remarks, her tone dripping with disdain. I bristle at the dehumanizing label, but I bite my tongue, choosing not to protest. Now is not the time for defiance.
"You've managed to catch the alpha's eye. I'm intrigued. How did you manage to seduce him?" the woman on the right inquires, her words sending a shiver down my spine. Seduce the alpha? What are they talking about? I've always kept my distance from the alpha's circles, avoiding any involvement.
"Excuse me, but I believe there's been a misunderstanding, Miss," I interject, my voice betraying my nervousness. I can feel the weight of my parents' presence on either side of me, their silent support offering some reassurance in this unsettling situation.
The women's mocking laughter echoes in the room, sending chills down my spine. The woman on the left scrutinizes me with a cold gaze, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
"Trying to play innocent, are we?" she remarks, her tone dripping with sarcasm, eliciting more laughter from both of them. I shrink under their scrutiny, feeling utterly defenseless.
Then, her words hit me like a sledgehammer. "Alpha Darmin has taken pity on you and offered you a place in his mansion. From now on, you will belong to Alpha Darmin, at his beck and call. Your sole purpose will be to fulfill his desires. Get ready, as Alpha Darmin's envoy will soon arrive to escort you to the capital," she declares, tossing a page in my direction before they both depart, leaving me stunned and alone in the vast hall.
My parents follow them out, leaving me to grapple with the weight of their words. Tremors rack my body as I struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what has just been thrust upon me. Though their words may be unclear, the implications are unmistakable, and fear grips me tightly in its icy grasp.
As I gaze at the contract in disbelief, the reality of my situation sinks in. My father's signature stares back at me from the paper, sealing my fate. I toss it onto the table, unable to bear the weight of its implications any longer. Retreating to my room, I shut the door tightly, seeking solace in the confines of my sanctuary.
But my peace is short-lived as my mother's persistent knocking escalates into banging, forcing me to open the door. Anger burns within me as she delivers the news with a slap to my face.
"Why did you take so long? Pack your things. Tomorrow morning, you're leaving with your father to visit Alpha Darmin in Ornamental Tail Capital," she commands before storming off.
I'm left alone in my room, reeling from the shock of her words. Waves of pain pulse through my head, and my body trembles uncontrollably. Gasping for air, I reach for my medication, desperate for relief. But as I swallow the pills, everything fades away, and I find myself drifting into a surreal realm of weightlessness, as if I'm soaring through the sky on a cloud.
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete
Werewolf"I may have been born incomplete, but I won't die easily. It will take more to kill me. As long as I have my mate, I will rule the world." "You piece of shit, you want my son, the alpha of this pack? How dare you!"
