Rejected - torn by love

ns-Alaric and Alden. She had heard whispers about them around the village. They were strong, handsome, and highly respected. Bu

end stood the twins. They were tall, with striking silver eyes and dark hair. They looked almost id

No excitement, no flutter in her chest like she used to feel when

voice deep and calm. "It's a

about you," Alde

ou," she mumbled, looking down at her han

ir-something that made Liandra uneasy. The twins exchanged glances, a

what they were saying, but their faces were serious. Her father frowned, then nodded slowly. L

, the twins turned back

His tone was gentle, but firm. "It will give her time to get to

you?" she asked, her voice filled with w

nt that you see where we live, how we live. And we wa

t to go. She didn't want to be sent away to live with strangers. "I don'

theart," her mother said gently, "I know this is hard for you. But maybe a change of scenery

e didn't want time to think about what she wanted-she already knew what she wanted. She

ded. "And who knows? Maybe it'll

felt. But the way her father and mother looked at her, the way the twins sto

iandra finally nodde

ieved. "Thank you, Liandra. It

ins looked at her made her nervous. There was something th

she definitely didn't want to marry one of them. But she had no idea what else to do. Everyone seemed to think t

these twins, really? Why did her father agree so quickly? And what was

ike a heavy storm in her heart. She stood by the cart, her bags packed, her father beside her. She c

"I don't want to go," she wh

shoulder. "It's for the best, Liandra,"

ome, her heart aching. This wasn't what she had dreamed of. She wasn't supposed to be

tightly. "Be brave, my love," she whisp

e had been holding back flowed freely. She pressed her face into her hands and wept as th

ndra barely noticed. Eventually, her tears slowed, and exhaustion crept over her. By the

rk wood walls gleaming in the moonlight. Servants rushed out to greet

t to carry her from the cart,

oved forward, his strong arms lifting Liandra gently fr

r. Liandra's head rested against his chest, u

g-sized bed. The room around her was beautiful, decorated with soft silks, gold details, and shin

Then she remembered. She was at th

iandra. "Good evening, miss," she said. "Master Alaric and Master

this. But the maid left no room for hesitation, pointing to the elegant gown laid o

wn over her head. The fabric was soft and smooth, like nothing she had

ith a fierce light. But sitting at the head of the table was a woman-elegant, tall, and striking. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, but the

to ask who the woman was, but before

aid with a warm smile. "I h

he scene before her. The woman at the head of th

ly. These wolves are my trusted allies, and they help run our land

asn't ready for this convers

, I can promise you a life of comfort and security. Our family is strong and respected. You wil

d family screamed power and wealth. But even as Alden spoke, her heart still felt empty. Co

in, still curious about who she was. But before she c

e. We're not asking you to decide now. But this week, we

felt overwhelming. She didn't know what to think, what to feel. All she

to the mysterious woman. Who was she? Why was she here? And why d

had just begun, but she already knew