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

gesture,” She said, and I smiled

had a thing for

because I knew it wasn’t based on choice,

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

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

She seemed uncomfortable about it, but I told her it was okay. At least this way, people won’t be getting ideas and being hopeful that

the store when a woman entering stopped us. She looked familiar, but

at her. I was

I was shocked because she was one of the women that worked with my mother when

asked me, and I smiled at

looked around and pointed at a

obliged and had Amelia follow us. She looked at Amelia strangely, and I hoped it did not affect

sat at the table outside, and a

She asked about my

was when they sent me a postcard from

frowned at how confident

parents handed the

visiting, but they did

a short period, and I heard of the great things you did in the north,” she said, and her smile

what happened with Tamia. How are you holding up?”

she nodded with approval. Then looked

who is this?” She asked me,

lied, wiping away

and I cleared my throat because I was tired of people

I said, getting slightly offended, and she

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

looked

parents,” She confessed, and I was surprised at what I had

“Where?” Joyce asked.

in Gad called Vestir,” she

were getting too much, but I did not want to interfere because I wanted to know too. I should have asked the questions,

She said, and I wondered how long she had been on her own. How did she survive? Gad isn’t a very good place for vulnerable people. It was dangerous for a young lady to

asking all of these questions?” I asked Joyce nicely, and she looked