To Break His Curse

Fifteen

AURELIA

“Who were you talking to last night?” I am in the middle of brushing my teeth so I can actually begin my shower before Claire and Ellie wake up when my mother intrudes.

I should have known that it is completely impossible for any of those three sisters to keep quiet.

I ignore her and only give her shrugs while I continue to brush my teeth, hoping that will eventually make her give up on investigating this. But no, she just watches until I am done despite adding extra process that are not even necessary.

“For once, mommie, I am awake before those two idiots in there, I really do not need anything that will force me to have to shower with them.” I quickly let her know that I am not up for taking about it but obviously she does not let it go.

“Aurie, if you are in danger, I need to know. I heard he was smoking too.” Her face twists as she completes the last part and I cannot help but laugh at her.

“It is not that serious and I am not in danger.” She realizes that I am not willing to give the information away so she gives up on the third attempt.

The best thing about her having to keep this huge secret that could make me hate her is that I am not entitled to revealing anything to her unless I want to. She cannot make a demand for me to reveal my secrets when she does not want to do the same with hers.

The general rule that I gave her is to leave me alone after attempt three.

Aunt Gaby walks in to basically spy on us and I cross my arms over my chest as I give her a murderous glare.

“traitor! How could you betray me like that?” she looks confused for a bit but I know she knows what I am on about when her eyes go to her sister and my mum holds her hands up in mock surrender.

“I am sorry, it was only fair for your mother to know. And you know your mom always tells Cecilia so… Yeah.. She knows too.” I face-palm myself.

I should have been expecting it though.

“okay, get out then! I need to shower!” I shoo them and only my mom heads out, leaving the little traitor behind.

“ohh.. I came here as a messenger.” She declares and I shake my head vigorously.

“No! You are a messagenger of bad news! You should still leave!” I am basically fighting with her so I can close the door and lock her outside of the bathroom.

“Alpha Bale wants to see you before you head to school!” the words leave her mouth and she laughs at my face as I stop pushing her with the door.

What could he want this time around? I am absolutely confused but I know there is no fighting. He is at least pretending to like me just to ease his guilt for treating horribly when I was younger, and that is a good thing. He is at least somewhat in my corner.

“Okay, get put then.” She sashays away now that she has dropped off her message and she knows u am definitely not enjoying my shower just thinking about it.

There is bit of evil in this house too. Family kind of spiteful evil. And I am guilty of it one hundred percent.

I decide to put on one of my private clothes; a blue dress with a high neckline and straps. The length is right at the middle of my thigh, courtesy of growing up without your wardrobe growing with you.

I suppose you could say the dress did grow up, because it used to fall very close to my knee.

By the time Claire and Ellie have to share shower space, I am actually so glad I got out of bed and decided to take one before they do.

I leave the house and upon asking for Alpha Bale’s whereabouts, I am directed up to his office again.

I do not even have the time to acknowledge how I feel about walking up here, I just need to get this done with so I am not late for school. As a servant prancing around in the uniform, that is one way to start your day off the wrong way.

Two knocks later, there is a response that sounds a bit unnertain. I walk in with a smile and that uncertainty is completely wiped away and replaced with apparent happiness.

He utters a few more lines ovee his phone as he beckons me to come in. I have no ideaa what he is talking about but my immediate assumption is that he is talking to Kaden’s father once I hear him going on and on about “your son is disrespectful, he told me my land is not worth the s**t on his shoe.” I

Do not know why I actually want to laugh so hard upon hearing that but of course I can not let the urge win.

He drops the call before he rises to his seat and begins walking towards me.

I cannot help the look of astonishment as I watch his arms open wide with each step that he takes.

“Ahhh! How are you feeling today?” he questions before he engulfs me into a hug. I hug I never asked for.

I move my arms as much as I can to find his lower back and tap it. I would rather be far from his butt, but he has my arms imprisoned so basically there is nothing else that I can do other than not hug him back at all.

“I was feeling your temperature. That is the best way to do it. You look amazing, and you feel even better.” It sounds like he is insinuating something else but it is only the way he voiced it.

Surprisingly enough, I healed a lot faster than I imagined I would from Chantel’s damage. Even my lip, that I had accidentally bitten on while she was slapping me, has healed almost completely.