"Everyone comes from a past that they aren't proud of but its how we learn from it that shapes our future and who we are yet to become"Β
{Aislinn Wild's Point of View}
I stood leaning against my bedroom door with my ear pressed to it. I could heard the alpha and the beta talking. Why was he outside my door? I could only make out a few words that they were saying. Curse these extremely thick maple doors. I stood back up and walked back over to my bed plopping myself down upon it. The thoughts that I have been drowning out all day became to resurface. The itch to want to hold a pencil and let the pencil do it's thing became stronger. I always found art a way to escape my troubles.Β
The itch became stronger and I couldn't fight it anymore. I got up and began my search for a pencil and a piece of paper. I needed to let these thoughts out in some form or another. Once I finally succeed in finding my pencil and paper. I began to let the thoughts run down my body and into the pencil. As I drew the comforting and warm feeling started spreading over me. I laid on the wooden floors drawing for what seems like many hours. My eyelids began to grow heavy as tiredness wash overed me but I was determined to keep on drawing.....Β
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I woke up to the feeling of softness under me and warmth covering my body. I slowly blinked my eyes open and I was laying in the bed. How I had gotten here I don't know. I sat up and looked around. The drawings still scattered the floor, the pencil laying where my hand must have dropped it when I fell asleep. I sat up and rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. I stretched my back yawning as I made my way into the bathroom to do my thing.Β
I brushed my teeth and changed into leggings and a oversized hoodie and fluffy socks before throwing my hair into space buns. I applied some deodorant before my stomach began to growl for some much needed food. I remembered that I didn't eat the night before. I cleaned up the 25 different drawings and laid them in a neat stack upon the nightstand. I laid the pencil on top of the stack and smiled softly to myself.Β
I have always been a rather neat and clean person. I found relaxation in cleaning and organizing things. Something that must people would find weird and boring. I opened my bedroom door and made my way down the hallway. I stopped at the end realizing that I in fact had no idea where the kitchen was. I looked around until I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I jumped. I turned around ready to smack someone before I realized that the person who touched me was my DeirfiΓΊr Carmella. I squealed in happiness as I engulfed her in a tight hug. The pure happiness caused tears to leak from my eyes. Finally something good that comes out of being trapped here. I get to see someone I know and I can talk to. I finally pull away and wipe the happy tears from my face before saying "what are your doing here? "Β
My sisters sweet and soft voice said "to see you of course and to also speak with Alpha Cain whom I hear is your mate. " I cringed at the mention of being that monsters mate. Carmella raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at my reaction to the alpha being called my mate. I shook it off and said "I'm glad you are here, finally someone I know and can talk to. "This place feels like a prison. " Carmella softly laughed as she looked at me "oh Aislinn how I missed your witty sarcasm and quick judgment. " A compliment and a insult rolled into one. Oh how I missed my dear sister.Β
Her arms laid over her stomach where I finally realized that she was pregnant. I looked up at her and frowned "your pregnant with that dicks child. Carm how could you let that happen? " Carmella looked at me and down sadly at the judgment I passed upon the man that smacked her. She looked back up at me and said "Aislinn it's not the horrible here once you get use to it and Cole isn't a dick. Yes he was rather rude at the start but he is a very kind and caring person. I let myself get pregnant for the third time because I love him and he is my husband. You need to stop being so judgmental and get to really know someone. I must be going now"Β
With that Carmella walked away and I was left yet again alone in a castle filled with Werewolves. I sighed heavily as I walked back down the way I came and just let myself get lost. Soon the sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls began to fill my nose and I was drooling. I followed the scent to a very large and beautiful kitchen.
There he stood in nothing but gray sweats that hugged his waist and legs nicely. His upper body was toned and sun kissed. His muscles showing clearly. He was rather attractive but he still was a dick. My eyes slowed moved up his body to where a strange yet beautiful marking laid across the back of his left shoulder. I studied every line and the words that laid above and below the design. It was beautiful but I had no idea what it was. "The marking of the alpha" He would say to the thought in my head. I looked up at his face realizing he must of known I was looking at him. I tried to muster up something to say but he just shakes his head and laughed softly.Β
Even his laugh was attractive, curse him. How could someone be such an ass but look this attractive it was just unnatural and unusual.