52: New Home

Alexa After waiting for some time, I stood by my bedroom window. From the second floor, I could see the street in front of my house. Someone was walking past with four guards surrounding them. Harlow paused for a moment and looked up at me. I turned around and hid behind the curtain. My heart pounded as my teeth bit into my lower lip. The thunderous beats in my chest felt suffocating, with irregular thuds against my ribs. I turned my head toward the glass in my room. The blood pact circle, drawn with my blood, was etched there. It was a reminder for me I had to break all other mate bonds. “Goodbye, Harlow,” I whispered. *** The next morning, I wore a sleeveless pink midi dress with a knee-length skirt. The dress was tight, with a slit up to my thigh, revealing my figure, which was now vastly different from two years ago. It was a new dress I bought this morning last night. My hair was styled in a high bun, exposing my slender neck—now strong enough to withstand the choking hands of tho