Iris’s POV
I am standing by the window side in my room, looking out the window, admiring nature as Alia’s words echo in my head. "Next ti you’re serving Lucas, I’d love to co along," she’d said. I could recall those blushing smiles of hers too. The mory only curved my lips into a smile at the thought that Alia was truly in love. So deeply, in love that seed so obvious. Anyone who paid attention could see it in the way her eyes softened when she spoke of him and the excitent. I’m thrilled for her, my heart swelling with genuine joy.
Alia’s excitent was a reminder of how rare and precious that feeling was. My smile widened even more as I imagined her next to Lucas with her usual blush and shyness as I turned from the window, my heart anticipating, hoping I’d witness their love story soon.
Maybe I’d play matchmaker, nudge them closer during his stay here before Luisa’s mating ceremony. The thought ward as I pictured her shy glances at him. Love had a way of weaving magic, didn’t it? In as much as love never favoured , I always love to see and hear about love. There’s this feeling it gives all the ti. Love is a beautiful thing when you are with the right one.
In my past life, Alia was a fortress, her beauty drawing the attention of many males in the pack, yet she rejected all, always turned them away. "Love is painful," she’d always say. "I’ll never let it hurt like it did my mother." Falling in love had always been Alia’s fear and weakness due to the trauma she’d faced while growing up in a toxic family with her mother and father.
Alia’s mother, Elara, was and always had been a kind woman with a strong smile, raising Alia alone after her mate, who’s now her ex husband abandoned them. He was a charming drifter, Alia once told , about the promises he’d made her mother believe he would love her forever which ca crashing as a lie. He’d wooed her with sweet words and left her with a broken heart and a baby to raise after eting Elara countless tis in his drunkened state.
Alia was only five when he vanished, leaving Elara to work long hours as a chief maid under my father’s rule to provide for her daughter. The experience carved deep scars into Alia’s view of love. She grew up watching her mother’s quiet strength, but also her silent pain, and vowed never to let a man close enough to wound her emotionally and physically.
n in the pack, drawn to Alia always tried their luck, but the walls Alia built around her heart were impenetrable. She’d laugh off their advances and never gave them more chances to be attracted to her and that’s why she’d switched to dressing like a tomboy to hide her curves. Though her attitude was girly.
I rember one suitor vividly, a mory from my past life. His na was Gavin, a warrior from the neighborhood. He’d approached Alia at a pack festival with interest. "You’re too pretty to be hiding behind those clothes," he’d said, offering her a cup of wine. Alia’s face had hardened, her eyes flashing with irritation. "And you’re too bold to think I care," she’d shot back, spilling the wine onto the ground before walking away. Later, she confessed to that his confidence reminded her of her father. "n like that break hearts," she’d said. I’d tried to convince her that not all n were like her father. There were good n out there like my father.
Now, Alia’s heart, once locked tight, is opening, and the thought fills with hope. This ti, I’m determined to guide her, to help her embrace this new Chapter. I want to see her happy, to dress more feminine and to let Lucas see the woman she is, a sweet soul. Instantly my mind drifts to her wardrobe. Most of her dresses wouldn’t pass the test for a romantic look. They’re sturdy and far from sothing girly. But then, a mory hits .
In my past life, Alia’s mother gifted a dress on Alia’s birthday. It was a stunning, fitted gown, short enough to show off the legs but elegant enough to turn heads.
Though, not too short. Elara had handed it to with a smile, saying, "This is for you, Iris. But maybe one day." I hadn’t worn it in years, tucked away in a box of keepsakes from a life that feels both distant and achingly familiar.
My instincts pulled toward the box as I approached it. I pulled it out and rummaged through my clothes and surprisingly, I found the dress. I tugged it out as I held it up, assessing it and the dress still looked perfect. I lay it carefully on my bed.
Today is a day off, a break from our maid uniforms in Black Bane, and this is a perfect day for her to put this on. I can already picture Alia in this dress, her long legs flawless, her figure srizing. The thought made a smile curve out my lips as I imagine her nervous smile when she sees herself in it.
Suddenly, my door to my room burst open as I turned round startled and saw Alia’s face streaked with tears. Her eyes are red-rimd. Her chestnut hair is disheveled, strands sticking to her damp cheeks as if she’d been crying for a while now. She’s still clutching the doorfra.
"Alia?" I called in concern at the sight of her. "What’s wrong?" I added as I approached.
She took a few steps inside and closed the door behind her. Her lips tremble as she tries to speak. "Alpha Lucas..." she paused, a sob catching in her throat.
"What’s wrong?" I ask again, now standing in front of her, my hands reaching for her shoulders.
"He’s been punished because of you." She added.
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