Beauty and the Alpha Beast
ex
lie in my bed, trying to pull my entire brain out of sleep. It's a losing
d to do won't allow me to, and a few seconds later,
my bi
ut it's my twent
letters to girls on their twenty-first birthday summoning them to the castle so he can... well, no on
ut on my slippers. Instead, I shuffle into the bathroom, do my business, and throw on a clean dress. I run
ey, but the sun has barely met the top of the tree line, which means it's not even 6:00 in the morning. She s
e glued to
e you been st
s toward me. "Oh, Bexley. You're awake. How did you sleep, dear?" A
id take me a while to fall asleep,
ere for a few moments... looking at th
y, but then, the sun's not all the way up. No bright patches of pink and orange light t
think there's any chance she's actually looking at the sky
post doesn't usually come until
e ever sees who delivers it." I shrug. Saying that story out loud seems so silly to me. It's not as if I bel
y. "Perhaps we should check then. Honestly, Bexley, I
been such a good parent to me. She loves me so much, and I absolutely don't know what I'd do without her. We've been close my entir
e I highly doubt I'm about to be carted off to a castle on top of the mountain, I do hope one day to start a family of my own or
love you so much, Bexley. I don
ght not always live under the same roof, but I'm not going anywh
yes. She nods. "I know, baby. I know. Now, why don
om the hook by the door, I slip it into place and clasp it, taking my ti
'm here-at my house-my mother is inside watching. I'm fine. Everything is fine. There's no letter looming in the mailbox. No car
them twirling as I cross the front yard to the road where the mailbox stands sentinel. Why am I so frightened
n the distance. Mother lifts a hand to wave at me reassuringly as she looks through the f
y downright
as I grab the door lev
it's n
ed envelope tucked inside of the mailbox. It's large, we
aid to
ith lots of curls, such that I can barely read it at an
Kessler"
king knows that Harv
and Mother comes running out onto
, I begin to walk toward her, thinking we can open it together. Each step feels like I'm w
it would be a
man before. What if the tales about those other women aren't true, and the king re
and and carries it inside. Mrs. Jones is awake now. She's wearing a thick blue
n't bothered to wake u
sofa but offers me the le
the moment. I sit on the edge of the cushion next to her and slide my finger under the cell. The letter is beautif
the girls get until I see that it's ac
is evening at seven o'clock. A carriage shall arrive to retrieve you at six o'clock. As your stay will be
nce Wood?" I
with tears as if I've received a death senten
esquire part
wn the stairs in a neatly tied robe, the bottom of his pajamas
e the kitchen, scurries off, and I can tell she's u
nd plucks the letter from my hands. He reads it, shakes hi
n though I don't like what it
he coffee table. "Now, Garth will have no use for you." He turns to look at m
ctive mode. "We don't know that," she says
explode from my throat. He doesn't
ree mugs, but I'll not be having any. I have a lot
her back to Hexeton for a week or so to stay with her grandpa
a chair and begins to sip his coffee, making a face like it's not right. I decide I sh
xpect. He's probably just waiting in his bedroom for someone. Su
oth turn and look at me. Mother whimpers slightly. "I
ks at me as if I'm the most
ll find a way to make sure I'm there. Fiona says no on
ruin everything." He sets his coffee down and flees the room, still mut
and takes my hand. "
lying to one another. "I'm g
ears threatenin
that I am careful. I've spent so much time here, I know all the trails, where the animals tend to hide, what they like to eat, everything. I've learned a lot about animals from my time
g when I see a pair of eyes staring at me from between the hedges. Golden and glo
nitely not t
ir eyes, but this one is different. It's looking at me the same way a human
t's too tall to be a fox or a wolf. I take a few steps closer, but then a cracking sound behind me has me tur
per, but my only answ