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.

that had to do with

you for the kind gesture,” She said,

a long time. I had fun with Amelia. We stopped to order fast food. She had a thing

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

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

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

but I told her it was okay. At least this

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

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

of the women that worked with my mother when my mother was luna. I had not seen her in ages. It was

are you ?” She asked me, and

around and pointed at a cafe close

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

table outside, and a waiter came

hear from Luna Martha?” She asked about

was when they sent me a postcard from River Island,” I

returning soon,” She said, and I frowned at how confident she was about them not returning. She gave me the vibe that she

since my parents handed the pack over to

had considered visiting, but they did not

period, and I heard of the great things you did in the north,” she

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

her, and she

She asked

I lied, wiping away the

I was tired of people

her eyes,” I said, getting slightly offended, and she shook her

said, thinking about something, then spoke

looked at me. I told her it

She confessed, and I was

“Where?” Joyce asked.

small village in Gad called Vestir,” she answered,

tell you anything about where you are 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 as if

at the orphanage when I was four. They kicked me 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 very good place for vulnerable

I asked Joyce nicely, and she looked