Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 65

September 25th, 1991

I have started this because I have nothing else to do. I have forced the maids to let me cook and clean with them because I am simply driving myself to madness. To remind you of the events of your life at this time, future Julianna, you have found your mate, and he is an Alpha. You expected this as anything below an Alpha would have disappointed your family. A girl of Alpha blood must be mated to an Alpha, right? Anyway, you hated him. He was cruel and busy and didn't care about you at all, remember? I hope you do or else none of this will makes sense to you.

It has only been a few days and I already know this much about him. Alpha Grant. Alpha Gabriel Grant. I hate him. I want to leave, I want to go home to my family. Sure Dad will be furious and Mom will cry until she has flooded the house, but this is hell! My mother always said that being a Luna is the most magical thing and that she cannot wait for me to be one too, but this is not magical! I am drowning and they do not even know it. He is cold and cruel to me. He does not even talk to me. I am a doormat when he walks through the door, even if I am waiting for him with a smile. Sleeping with him is hell. He does not touch me, it is as if I have a disease and he has to stay as far away as possible not to catch it and die.

I want to be with him. I want him to love me as much as I want to love him, but he makes it seem as if he finds me repulsive. I am a beautiful girl, I am of Alpha blood, I have been trained by my mother to be the perfect Luna, but he does not care! Not at all! I cry because I crave him. I cannot help it. I want to feel his body on top of mine, I want to feel his hands grabbing me, I want his lips against mine, I want his eyes looking into mine as he thrusts—

I stop there and I close the diary. When I leave the room, pushing the bookshelf back into place, I take the diary with me and stash it in my own bookshelf in my bedroom. Not expecting anyone to snoop through my bedroom, I know it is safe there. I have the urge to read it throughout the rest of the day, thinking about this Julianna and how our lives are so similar.

After sneaking downstairs for a light snack, I creep back up the steps. I didn't hear any other people or any other movements before, so I assume Alpha Grant's friend isn't here tonight. This makes me happy, knowing I won't have to leave the house to escape the pain.