Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 65

September 25th, 1991

I have started this because I have nothing else to do. I have forced the maids to let me cook and clean

with them because I am simply driving myself to madness. To remind you of the events of your life at

this time, future Julianna, you have found your mate, and he is an Alpha. You expected this as anything

below an Alpha would have disappointed your family. A girl of Alpha blood must be mated to an Alpha,

right? Anyway, you hated him. He was cruel and busy and didn't care about you at all, remember? I

hope you do or else none of this will makes sense to you.

It has only been a few days and I already know this much about him. Alpha Grant. Alpha Gabriel Grant.

I hate him. I want to leave, I want to go home to my family. Sure Dad will be furious and Mom will cry

until she has flooded the house, but this is hell! My mother always said that being a Luna is the most

magical thing and that she cannot wait for me to be one too, but this is not magical! I am drowning and

they do not even know it. He is cold and cruel to me. He does not even talk to me. I am a doormat

when he walks through the door, even if I am waiting for him with a smile. Sleeping with him is hell. He

does not touch me, it is as if I have a disease and he has to stay as far away as possible not to catch it

and die.

I want to be with him. I want him to love me as much as I want to love him, but he makes it seem as if

he finds me repulsive. I am a beautiful girl, I am of Alpha blood, I have been trained by my mother to be

the perfect Luna, but he does not care! Not at all! I cry because I crave him. I cannot help it. I want to

feel his body on top of mine, I want to feel his hands grabbing me, I want his lips against mine, I want

his eyes looking into mine as he thrusts—

I stop there and I close the diary. When I leave the room, pushing the bookshelf back into place, I take

the diary with me and stash it in my own bookshelf in my bedroom. Not expecting anyone to snoop

through my bedroom, I know it is safe there. I have the urge to read it throughout the rest of the day,

thinking about this Julianna and how our lives are so similar.

After sneaking downstairs for a light snack, I creep back up the steps. I didn't hear any other people or

any other movements before, so I assume Alpha Grant's friend isn't here tonight. This makes me

happy, knowing I won't have to leave the house to escape the pain.

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When I enter the hall, someone is standing there, and they look back at me. It's her. She freezes and I

do too, not knowing what to do instead. I can't help but hate her. She's beautiful, something unearthly,

something exotic and uncommon. Her long, black hair curls at the ends and looks thick and soft. Her

skin is free of any blemishes or marks, olive toned and tight. Her eyes, her eyes glow in the darkness

like a cat's. Green as grass and as enchanting as a spell. I can't help but hate her.

Her eyes scan over me, then she turns away and slips past his door as usual.

I want to charge at those doors and burst through, shouting about how I hate him and how I want to go

back to my family. Screaming on and on about how he can have her, about how I don't need him.

Yelling and crying out that I am dying here, that my body is weak and that my mind is withering away.

I'm going to die here!

But I don't. I hold my tongue and enter my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I glance

over at the diary on my shelf, then I peer to the window. My movements are quick. I slide open the

window, maneuver the screen out, look down at the roof below—the one that covers the porch—and I

work my way through, onto my stomach, my legs dangling down, my bottom lip between my teeth, then

I jump.

I land on my feet, almost falling over and rolling off of the roof. I manage to shimmy down the post and

jump down from the fence along the porch. I hit the grass and run around the house, heading for the

trees that I wandered through almost a week ago.