's

head back up to look at me. His eyes roam

opened in a gasp, and hands stretched forward toward

ere is no sign of the cocky, aggressive woman anymore. Instead, she fidgets with her h

dangerously soft voice. His eyes are narrowed and his jaw clenched. He h

, my king, she-

body is shaking in fear now, and there

ike he doesn't care about what's happening at all, yet there is somethi

room. His steps are sharp, predatory. He gives her the full

she do? What was it that caused you to

t he just said. There's a dreadful realization on her face. Alexander just reminded her

er knees, begging, ple

won't be too loud. I won

ep towards her, and the maid

eline." He calls her by her nam

the hell o

he maid runs out of the room so fa

the maid scramble away, and a

of this moment and pick up the

I am a breath away from it, I let out a small relieved smile. However, just as my fingers reach

y turns back to me, head cocked to the

, clenching the recorder in

heart in his fist, and

tton again and again, causing my

- Stop - Happy Birthd

e it's all a

to not even be able to defend the

small frown on his face. Almost like it offend

lips turning down. He must have already heard everything and

gh me. Why does he alway

ll him tightly. "I don't have my inner wolf yet, so I wouldn't be any match

not having a wolf is enough for society to think of you as les

on his face at the mention of my lack of an inner wolf. Shockingly, there is al

of grudging appreciation goes through me at

dart over to the recorder still in his hands. I take a

nt to me." My voice catches at the last few words, and h

t. My mother's voice mingles with my giggles as she wishes me a happy birthday over and

e, his expression softens. It's the slightest change and yet, jarring enough for me t

ks like he wa

lench my fists, bracing

ng, anything at all. If you like it, maybe I can

h, his head snaps up, and a mask o

umble backwards. There is something odd about his expression t

pointing out the fact that

rder? I don't care for this useless trinket a

tch it with trembling fingers. He doesn't wait to see if I

by the door and speaks

ur little things anyway because I own you,

netrate me. He gives me one last mirthless smi

d. Instead, a slow hope starts blooming within me because for a moment there, just for the tin

Alexander was becoming m

ng and yet, called me his wife t

my feelings at all, yet, he had

e is some humanit

be ... I could appea

ightly to my chest, feeling more determin

______

nder'

uc

ack into my offic

lying wife but also

miscalculate my strength. It splinters under my

u

yed desk and walk towards the bar

place? The reason seems so far away now. All I remember were the voices.

eserve it? The pain, the fucking misery? Didn't she deserve to feel a fractio

I d

some absurd reason, I couldn't stand th

her tears - they all f

elf from ripping apart the maid in two. I wanted to paint the walls

l wife who I hated

s I pour the whiskey down my throa

ith my head. The mere scent of her was pushing him to claim her as his

very single second in her presence, she didn't have a

fuckin

leaves me as my back connects with the leather of the couch. Pain rushes

nt of me, trying to drown out the

mn rec

happy birthday to her. So sweetl

ut that scene that h

an who caused my fiancée to die but ju

me fee

me fee

f longing for it. A deep-seated craving to have something th

o

back and let my

own birthdays. Of my father never being there. Of my mother's

u know that, don't you? That's why I am just a mistress, and your father made that other woman his queen. That's why he is with h

whiskey glass as the ghosts o

u deserve these whips. You deserve th

n't know what hurt worse then; her w

of my hand. The sharp alcohol burnin

ength causes the pieces o

ight about one

id make me

de me

my eyes, a different i

. Of a tape recorder. Of a mother

hat I would ever want

e things mean

th

otion that I feel twisting i

at