Audrey’s POV “Looking for something??” He pressed his body against mine from behind. I could mentally draw the naked image of his body as it was pressed against me. My hand that was stretched reaching for the top glass shelf had wavered in effort and was back at my side, supporting the rest of my body that he wasn’t pressed against.“The wine—” My voice was so high pitched it hooked somewhere in my throat, refusing to complete itself. I cleared my throat before trying again, “The wine glass. The wine glass is what I needed to take. Can you help me with it?” I more of whispered to myself because, with this level of proximity, there was no way he would claim not to hear my plea.He made a noise that sounded like a snort and vibrated against my back. The only difference between the sound he made and a snort was that significantly less amount of arrogance.“Okay...I will help you with it. But what do I get in return?” He massaged his semi-erection against my butt. It wasn’t helping that
Audrey’s POV“What are those?”I pointed at some brown paper bag rolled into short sticks.“Are you serious?” He looked at me like I was growing a second head. “Trudeau, you can not—” My hands were slapped over my mouth right before I gave a pass for the action to take place in my head. It was strange. To have that level of response already ingrained in my head when I have only been here for 4 days. “No, no” he gently peeled off my palm placed tightly over my mouth. “please, don’t do that. Do say my name. I mean, of course, that’s when we are in a private space and there are no other listening ears around.” I didn’t feel the conviction. Not in the way he said ‘private space’, or how he picked at my palm with his—like I was some fragile filth that would fall apart. I try to send those thoughts away by vigorously shaking my head to keep the thoughts at bay. “Okay…I will keep that in mind.” I accepted his term. He seemed quite happy about it, nodding his head severally before focusi
Trudeau’s POV “Alright, you have proven you are a careful lot enough. Now time for questions.” I picked up the cold red wine, quenching the heat smoking on the blunt has invited the back of my neck. I didn’t do it very often. I would rather send my throat burning from booze than pick up a blunt because it always made me feel lazy and tired right after. Plus, I had to keep in mind that the day had barely started to start on such a note. Her eyes followed my every movement. Mostly focusing on the blunt, which I could guess her reasons for. She probably has never taken or heard about it in her life, plus this was her first time observing its effects too. “I promise it’s not as bad as you have probably heard in the past.” I tried to assure her with the blunt between my lips. The fumes from the blunt got into my eyes in the process of moving around to drop the glass back on the center table. “Oh fuck…” The smoke stung in a nasty way. “Sorry…that must hurt. Though I am sure it is perf
Audrey’s POV “Your turn. My question is…how was growing up for you?”His eyes went from being lost to staring right past my soul all in one millisecond. I froze in a spot, thinking I was doing the wrong thing by asking him that sort of question like it happened when I had crossed the line cooking for him. “I can change the question…if that is too—”“Oh no…” He quickly interfered, picking up the blunt we were both sharing from the tray and putting it between his lips. Without being told, I found the lighter and spotted him. He took a deep drag. At that moment, my eyes stayed sealed to the bright burning flame at the butt of the blunt. “It is quite a lot to unpack, which is why I wish right now, I could skip that question. But I’m a man of my word and I have to answer it...” He blew air forcefully out of his mouth, and with it going were the fumes from his joint. This time it wasn’t blown in my direction which I was thankful for because I wasn’t even noticing how I was slowly fallin
Trudeau’s POVIt has been two weeks since Audrey Bolduc had arrived at Blue Lotus Pack. On four different occasions, she had visited the main pack to get a new phone that I could communicate with her with, and some more gardening equipment because she was not satisfied with using the regular choice that was brought from within the pack as a form of revenue.I didn’t question it too much. Neither did I table it in the last council meeting before the very one I had found myself in.My fingers tapped impatiently against the thick wooden surface. Every official was seated according to the little table mats that held their names just in front of them.“The only person left now is Guillemette,” Cassie said, giving me an encouraging look.She must have read my countenance. I cleared my throat, throwing the ticks to the back of my mind, focusing on my hands literally as they tapped away impatiently.First fingerSecond fingerThird finger…“Sorry, sorry…” Guillemette’s voice broke into the si
Trudeau’s POVGuillemette raised his hand last minute. “I volunteer for this tribute.” His voice is so crisp and clear, the utter shock it brings to the half-witted morons on the other end of the table was why I orchestrated this meeting in the first place. “Guill—” “Eh eh” He swung his finger majestically at the elder who tried to attempt ‘talking sense into him’. The same who also happened to be his uncle and got to this position only because Guillemette put in a good word for him aside from his qualifications to be here. Now that it was for Guillemette to stand in his place of opposition, he suddenly thinks it's not right for the man not to serve his purpose. He still had that face on. The one that said, “You don’t know what you are saying”.“It is Gamma for you, Elder Pedro.” He shut down his uncle with such a command, that I began to not recognize the man seated before me.Elder Pedro’s face got stuck in a pause. I bet he was trying to understand how he became so little in fr
Audrey’s POVI knew something was happening today. Trudeau had vaguely mentioned something about a festival earlier in the day while he ranted about a meeting he had called last minute and was regretting.I stayed in my room like I did on the few days I wasn’t busy in the garden. Today especially, he had asked me not to visit the garden so I could prepare for the evening event. It was going to be my ever first official appearance. I thought about my various clothing choices, all of which were clothes I got from staying with Blue Lotus. I picked out a blue dress. It was the sky’s color after a nice shower of rain, the faintest color of velvet that you could imagine.I stared at the dress laid vertically across my bed and I thought to myself what else would I need to add to it to make it appear pieced together?Most time passed as the evening drew closer.I heard the doorbell ring loudly inside the house. It was the first time since my stay here that I found out that there was some sort
Audrey’s POV She only stares briefly at me before replying, “Yes and no.”“Context??” I asked desperately, forgetting every caution in the wind behind me as we walked further into the alpha’s house. “I can never get over how beautiful this place is…” She commented while unzipping the clothes bag. “Unto more pressing matters, this is the dress he got for you…It's beautiful, isn’t it??” Cynthia asked while raising it in the air. I studied her to see if she was being serious ignoring the question I asked or if it was a harmless oversight. After a few seconds of me just staring into her face she held up a sophisticated-looking white flowy dress. It looked like it was made up of laid-back fur until I touched it and realized it was all design. “Woah…” Just to be sure, I touched it again. It was a smooth material designed in a fashion that made it appear a lot like laid-back fur. But so far, from touch, I could tell it was cotton.“That’s so much detail on a dress I would be wearing to
Trudeau’s POV “We have to test the blood of the child. We need to know he is of our bloodline and fit to take the throne for the future.” Phil said.I could have argued that part too about how I have been the only one to lay with her since she had arrived at the pack but even I felt I would be disrespecting Audrey in a way. I believed I was the father of her child, plus the defeat in his voice gave me life. I agreed to the terms willingly. Even though I didn’t want to, it was the tradition to test for the bloodline of a child to show he was in line to take over if anything ever happened to me. “Why don’t we do that right now? I will go and bring the mother of my child and my five-day-old child. Here and here, Phil. Let this be where everything about this subject ends. After this, I do not want to hear you talk ill about Audrey or anyone else in this room. Is that understood?”Everyone gave some form of a reply from nodding to mouthing a not-very-audible yes.I took some seconds to t
Trudeau’s POVWalking through the council doors and seeing the faces of the people I have so dearly avoided for months.“One would think you had gone to join the ancestors early the way you completely deserted the table, Alpha Trudeau.” Elder Fiona announced out loud for everyone to hear. I heard it in her voice. That angst against me and the decision I made. From past encounters, I have known her to share a close bond with the shaman, and therefore his idea. Several others whispered amongst themselves as I walked by the long dull table that was placed in the center of the hall.I have watched this room shift into a jury room, back to a council room and a place to party in the past. Today, it felt like my own throne was my judgment seat as I drew it back and sat in it, looking at faces that had added a line of wrinkle and of course, the clear expressionless face from Guillemette who sat on the last seat at the end of my right hand.“Good evening, council.” I nodded to Elder Fiona in p
Audrey’s POVI never thought pain could feel this unearthing before. I could swear I was in the afterlife at some point during the operation. I thought they would tear my stomach up like I heard them whisper amongst themselves while they thought I was completely under the drug's seduction. There were moments in between where I sifted in and out of consciousness while wondering where the fuck I was. With the pain racking through my body and none of the drugs keeping them fully at bay, I was left watching the life show while wondering where this would leave me after it was all over.At a point, I had completely dissociated from the entire procedure going on between my legs. I asked myself, “How did I get here…”With no one else to answer but myself, I kept on watching. The moment the sound of my child hit my ears, life zapped back into me. I don’t know how I was able to tell it was a boy from his first cry. I could barely even see him though his body hovered over the cover clothes that
Trudeau’s POVWho paid to have my sister and Audrey killed months ago? This question took a ride back with me to the hospital. Before that, it haunted my mind while I tried to pick out the most comfortable clothes for Audrey. I recalled how she would avoid the darker clothes and stick to the lighter ones because according to her, they made her feel less hot. I understood the science of it. The rest of her things I just picked at random from flashbacks of what I have seen her use. A little bit of everything.Before embarking on the journey, I was kind of tempted to ask what the current situation was but hesitated last minute. I picked out some of her favorite flowers by the garden, again a little bit of everything.By the time I got to the hospital, the time was a few minutes past nine. I just feel the energy, the buzz. It was electric, very daunting and it was making its presence known. I was still approaching the entrance, roughly parking at a spot away from the entrance where the p
Trudeau’s POVI Can’t tell how long we waited. If you ask me, I will say it would take forever. I rose myself up and rode to the very high mountains that were the pack upstate. I needed to clear my head. There were already Elders by my door by the time I arrived first in the morning. ‘The doctors were still performing surgery ’ was the reason why I picked up and returned to the pack. After sleeping in my car and getting tired of the clothes I was wearing, I decided to leave and keep everything else secondary.“Alpha. You are back…but without the breeder.” Yousef said. An older man who was in charge of the northern territory but stepped down from his role and continued to hold a table on our council because no one in the band district knew this section better than him. I liked him, he was useful, and multiple times has he shown his usefulness. I smiled at him.“Yes, I arrived alone. She is still being taken care of by the doctor. I only came to get some necessities and go back to her.”
Trudeau’s POVShe passed out right in my arms. But she was still breathing. That was all that mattered to me. That she was still breathing.“Alpha, we need to make room for her. There is a chance that we might have to go into surgery.” The doctor tugged me by the arm gently. One looked at him and immediately let me go. I looked towards Audrey and Cynthia, they were the only familiar faces I knew here aside from Peter who has been the Lycan family doctor for as long as I can remember. I couldn’t bring myself to let her go. That would mean uncradling her head and letting her go through this alone.“I am here, Audrey. I am here!” I found myself yelling at her. I aggressively kissed her forehead. The need for her to feel my presence wherever she was deep in there was all that concerned me at the moment. I needed her to know that I was right beside her. We got out of the room after another minute or so of Cynthia trying to round us up. I just found it hard to let her go.I peeked through t
Cassandra’s POV“How does it feel to be pregnant?”She had barely slipped the blunt past her lips when I decided to ask. It took her a second or two delay before she began coughing up the smoke. I shook my head, not enough to get noticed but still showing a little bit of disappointment at her level of predictability and I haven’t even spent that much time with her.She looked up at me as if contemplating what her next reply was supposed to be. She kept staring at me and I stared back at her. Something in my expression should have told her I knew exactly what I was talking about and she didn’t have to lie. Eventually, she conceded. Her eyes fell to the ground. Good girl…“Yeah no, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on for now. I don’t even think I want to be pregnant right now…I am sure that is not what the pack would want.” She said, staring down at her fingers.“Hey…” I touched her shoulder, studying her reaction to know if I could move further. She didn’t seem bothered by it. Y
Audrey’s POVI wasn’t supposed to be out. I mean outside here in public. Inside the hall would have been safer in Trudeau’s opinion but I was tired of the loud music, the dancing, and the increased popularity. Plus, I was moving around with the consciousness of anyone who could tell I was pregnant. At times I would find myself looking at an unclear reflection of myself and my heart would skip thinking I had a bump shooting out of my tummy. I should know better that pregnancy doesn’t work like that.So I was outside smoking a joint under a tree instead of trying to fit in with everyone inside. Heck…I don’t even dance. That’s the problem. Or part of it rather.“Tired already?” Cassandra’s voice never failed to take away all of the peace I had every time she showed up unannounced, which was beginning to happen a little too often for my liking. There was a time when we barely ran into each other. It is scary that that is what I would refer to as a good time right now. She made herself vis
Audrey’s POVYou may be wondering why I had to jump back on the bed a second before I heard Trudeau slam something on the wall before yelling through the house with frustration.“Fuck!”I sat back up on the bed, looking for an excuse, anything to come out without sounding like I had been awake for a while. So I went into the bathroom, dabbing my face with a moistened clean towel, making sure to make me look kind of messy before I walked out of the room with the stray in my hands. My room was one of the few rooms on the downstairs floor and it emptied into a corridor which in turn showed the way to the living room.There he was, lying on a chair with the frustration of the world evident on his face. I dropped the tray on the closest flat surface I could find. It was never really my main mission to begin with. I got closer to him, subconsciously being careful of my every step as I didn’t want to piss him off by being too loud knowing how sensitive he got whenever things got too loud aro