The Dark Side Of Fate

Novel {Book 2} Chapter 8 – ~Leo~

I knew I was harsh on Amelia. The moment she ran to her room, I felt ashamed of myself.

The fact that I did not want a relationship with her did not mean that I should scare her like that.

It wasn’t her fault that I messed my life up the way I did, but she was too good for me. When I returned home and found her still in her work clothes, I figured she was a good person.

She wasn’t a lying schemer trying to seduce her way into my life. I appreciated her, honestly.

When she told me what Leah told her, I was mad.

Was Leah trying to give Amelia a complex?

I did not find it funny, and I knew that was why she asked if my rejection had anything to do with her looks.

Honestly, it didn’t, and I had told her my truth.

I hoped she would accept the rejection and move on because I felt nothing towards her. The mate bond was broken on my end.

When she asked me to try, I knew she was hopeful. Soon she will find out there is no hope where I am concerned.

Being a delta breed, I decided to treat her as one. For now, I would see her as a little sister, so the maid status had to end.

I called the omegas to clean the house, but Amelia will still cook. I trusted her not to harm me.

She needed a wardrobe change because I knew her clothes won’t fit soon. She had gained some weight in a few days, and I hoped she would reach her ideal weight soon to be more confident.

When I told her I would be taking her shopping, the light in her eyes let me know she wasn’t angry. I got up from the couch and decided we would go shopping in town.

There were nice stores where we could buy casual outfits and outfits meant for outings.

I want her to get used to the fact that we are not dating first, and then I can take her out to functions so she can socialise.

Amelia looked at the road smiling, and I caught a glimpse of a dimple on her cheek. She looked very innocent, but I knew she had a story. Her eyes looked haunted sometimes. Not wanting to get personal, I had decided not to ask her and would keep it that way.

“I am sorry about last night. There are certain things I do not like to talk about,” I finally said, and she looked at me. I took my eyes off the road to look at her, and she smiled. Then I returned my focus to the road.

“It’s Okay, Alpha, I won’t speak of her again,” she said, understanding what I wanted, and I was grateful.

hear or see anything that had to do with that bitch Amanda

She said, and I smiled and

had fun with Amelia. We stopped to order fast food. She had

because I knew it wasn’t based on choice, but I did not let

had a smile on her face as if she had no care in the world, and her mood lifted my spirit. I got her casual clothes, and we bought two sizes more than her now because we hoped she would gain some weight soon.

up at a high-end store for dinner dresses and lingerie. Amelia was shy at first, but then she

but I told her it was okay. At least this way, people won’t be getting ideas and being hopeful that they have a

a woman entering stopped us. She looked familiar, but I could not

said, and I smiled at her. I was trying to place her face,

that worked with my mother when my mother was luna. I had

asked me, and I smiled

and pointed at a cafe close by so we could

so I obliged and had Amelia follow us. She looked at Amelia strangely, and I

a waiter came to

still hear from Luna Martha?” She asked about my mother, and I shook

they sent me a postcard

retire to that place. I doubt they will be returning soon,” She said, and I frowned at how confident

that since my parents handed the pack over to

they did not want to be

in a short period, and I heard of

are you holding up?” She asked me, and I smiled to tell

are fated, So I am fine,” I told her, and she

She asked me, and I

I lied, wiping away

was tired

nothing wrong with her eyes,” I said, getting slightly offended, and she shook

Alpha Albert. Those..” she said, thinking about something, then spoke to

dear?” She asked, and Amelia looked at me.

an orphanage. I do not have parents,” She confessed, and I

“Where?” Joyce asked.

called Vestir,” she answered, and the woman

from?” she asked her, and I felt the questions were getting too much, but I did not want to interfere because I wanted to know too. I should have asked the questions, but I did not want her to see it

out when I turned eighteen. That is all,” She said, and I wondered how long she had been on her own. How did she survive? Gad isn’t a

I asked Joyce nicely, and