I’m still trying to process everything that has just happened. I keep hoping I’ll wake up and this will all have just been another terrible nightmare. But much like the day I found Nuray’s body, I’m painfully awake. This is all really happening. I’ve just been some toy for the Gods to play with. One God manufacturing my love life, one torturing me and another lying and deceiving me. And thinking about it, I can’t believe a selfish, psychotic, egotistical jerk like Jartre made the pure and good beings that are raitruums, like how does that make any sense? “Thank you, he needed to hear that,” says Oshmin softly. “Don’t you dare thank me, you’re not any better. Jartre was right. You lied and deceived my daughter. You had every opportunity to tell the truth and you dodged it at every turn. To show her so much disrespect when she has shown you nothing but love and patience. I should kick your ass myself,” she rants indignantly. “I’d pay to see that,” chimes in Morrtemis. “It’s not like
Oshmin POV As I appear inside my home I catch the subtle, somewhat faded scent of Yildiz and it causes me to lose every shred of my control. One by one I begin demolishing everything in my path. I grab the sofa and rip it in half with my bare hands as a scream of anguish echoes around the room. As my chest heaves, my eyes zero in on the dining table; images of the intimate moment Yildiz and I shared on it invading my mind and tormenting me. It was right there where I told her I loved her. It was right there she surrendered herself to me in a way no one else has, and how did I repay her? Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life righ
My feet carry me into the Kartheca, each step feeling like the step from a phantom limb. The only part of my body that feels like it's mine is the unbearable pain in my chest. It’s like a giant weight is pressing down on me and I can’t breathe. Every step is a struggle, and I feel as though I can’t get enough air. Humans can die of a broken heart. Supernatural beings can definitely die of a broken heart. So, I wonder if the same will happen to me. My animai, the one I’m meant for, lied and deceived me for weeks. Made me believe something that wasn’t true. Allowed me to be in harm's way because of a feud that has nothing to do with me, and no matter the suffering it caused me or the fact it almost killed me, the most he was willing to give me was a half-truth. Sure, he told me he was involved in a sexual relationship with a woman who was already involved, and that other person cursed him. He never lied about that. He just omitted a whole hell of a lot. Left out the part that he is a Go
I slowly wake up to the feeling of weightlessness and soft fingers combing through my hair. Nuray’s scent is all around me and I quickly sit up smiling ready to reach out and hug her, but instead of her familiar fulvous aura sitting next to me, I see a bright fuchsia with silver aura and I’m now suddenly aware of the scent of summer rain. My heart instantly sinks. For the smallest moment, I forgot Nuray was gone. For just a moment I thought she was here beside me. “I’m sorry I’m not her,” mother softly says, reaching out and wiping the tears from my cheeks. “Please don’t read my thoughts,” I sniff. “Why are you here?” “You’re my daughter and I know you’ve been through a great deal. I wanted to be here for you,” she says sadly. “Did you fate me to a God or make me for one?” I ask. Hey, gloves are off at this point. Maybe I’ll finally have all the facts.” She leans back against something, “I made you and your sisters to instil peace in a chaotic world we Gods had created. But yes,
“Yildiz?” I hear a familiar voice call in surprise. I turn to see the swirling gold and onyx aura with a dusting of hazel and green that belongs to Empress Mei. Next to her, I see a vaguely familiar aura of dark, chocolate brown with a dusting of dark greyish blue. This aura is quite radiant, not as radiant as Mei’s but still very strong. Based on the scent and brightness of the aura it’s enough to tell me the person beside Mei is an Alpha. I nod politely, “Empress Mei.” “You’re back so soon, did you not resolve what you came to speak to Alpha about?” she asks curiously. I smile sadly, “It is most certainly not resolved.” “Oh! I’m so sorry,” she suddenly squeaks, “Where are my manners? Yildiz, this is Alpha Jasper, Alpha Jasper, this is Yildiz of the Delegation.” Ah, that’s where I recognise his aura. He was one of the guests at Luna Marcus’ Luna ceremony. I hadn’t had a chance to properly meet the current Alpha of Aurum Obscuro, so I guess I can tick that off the list. See? Findin
Four outlined figures stand before me. The outline of two wolves flanked by two nagata. Tyson and Mei on the right and Eric and Qiang on the left. I stand patiently waiting for them to make their move. I don’t have to wait long as Tyson and Eric’s wolves Angel and Amo charge at me, but with perfect speed, I leap and flip over their massive bodies as they try to catch me in their jaws. Just as my feet touch the ground the aura of two giant snake tails are flung in my direction. I jump and spin my body managing to narrowly pass between both tails. Once again as my feet touch the ground, Angel and Amo run at me, but this time Angel coming from the front and Amo coming from behind. I duck down into a split and allow both wolves to collide with one another, resulting in their whines and snarls. Gods how I love training. I roll out of the way, only to see a large tail being swung down at me. I quickly raise my arms and block the attack just as the tail makes contact. I can feel the force t
As I make my way back to the packhouse following specific scents and sounds, two voices catch my attention more than the others.“Why are you doing all this, Jane? Isn’t housework beneath you? Isn’t that what you used to mock the packhouse staff for?” the male voice spits in disgust.“I was wrong, I know that I was wrong and I’m trying to make up for that. That’s why I started working here. I’m trying to be a better person,” she says sadly. There’s so much pain in the young woman’s voice.“If this is so I’ll accept you...”“You rejected me, and I accepted it because I wanted to respect your wishes. I would love nothing more than for you to give me a chance, but I won’t force you. Whether you give me a chance or not I’m still going to keep working here, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to be a better person. I’ve hurt a lot of people and I have to make up for the pain I’ve caused,” she says more confidently. Truth rings out through every word she says. I’m not sure what she has done in
Oshmin POV As I stand at the front steps of the 2.5-acre compound, I continue to debate whether or not to go through with this. Habit tells me to turn around and never return, but a small voice in my mind – that these days has begun to sound like Yildiz – is telling me to man up and do what I came here to do. Being the bigger person has to be one of the most soul-sucking, mentally taxing things a person can do. You have to squash down every impulse, every reflex, every desire, all in the hopes that in doing so, you can resolve a conflict. And it’s not as though you do it because you are trying to help the person you’re in conflict with, you just hope that this will be a hail Mary and the shit might finally stop. One step at a time I walk up the steps to the front door and knock ever so gently on the double doors. Within moments the door opens, and I’m once again met by the face of someone who I have come to hate with a passion, but I have to ignore those feelings today. “What the
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Oshmin POV Time slips away as I hold Yildiz in my arms, but soon she is springing up on her feet and quickly undressing before me, which I am not complaining about. “What are you doing?” I ask, as my eyes remain glued in captivation as I watch each piece of fabric disappear from her body leaving only exquisite, glittering mocha curves behind. “If you think I’m just going to sit and stare at a stunning, magical oasis like this and not get in, you’re out of your mind,” she says with glee and promptly dives into the water. The golden glitter of her skin now looking all the more stunning under the twinkling aquamarine waters. Eager to join her, with a snap of my fingers my clothes are in a pile beside me, and I am diving into the water with her. We both break the surface and instantly she begins splashing me. “Oh, you want to play it like that? Game on,” I smirk as I use a fraction of my energy to send a decent-sized wave of water at her. “Hey! That’s cheating,” she pouts, wiping the
Oshmin POV The last few days have been filled with more drama. I used to think my life was very dramatic, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I spent eons reliving one dramatic – or traumatic – experience and believed it followed me everywhere, but after what I’ve experienced in the last few weeks while being with Yildiz, I realise my life was incredibly mundane. We Gods do the bare minimum and then call it a day, Yildiz and her sisters are trying to solve a hundred problems at once and trying to save thousands, if not millions, of lives a day. The miraculous thing is they never complain, and I mean REALLY complain. One bad thing happened to me, and I never shut up about it. Irshiusts see the worst in people and the world around them, take care of the sick, wounded and mistreated and are witness to horrors no being should ever witness, and they do it all with compassion and tolerance – to a degree. They save lives every single day and hardly get so much as a thank you, but they cont
As I make my way down to the cells that reside deep under the Kartheca, I can already hear the voices of my sisters deep within the earthly confines. I take my final step and begin walking down the corridor when the sound of someone’s approaching footsteps gain my attention. “Let me the fuck out of here!” screams the inhabitant of the cell to my right. I stop and turn to face the dim lime-green aura with its faded olive-green hue now standing before me. “I see the concept of a life sentence still confuses you,” I say casually. “I’m an Alpha! Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this?” he says as I hear the sound of him hocking up phlegm. I tilt my head to the left just as I hear the wad of phlegm fly past me and hit the wall behind me. That is beyond disgusting. “You were an Alpha and a despicable one at that. Ivan, allow me to remind you that you lost your title the moment you were brought into our custody and a new Alpha was appointed of your pack. Not only are you
Oshmin POV “Are you done with your inner thoughts, or would you like a little more time?” Yildiz asks in a bored tone. I roll my eyes, “Anyone ever tell you how annoying that is?” “Truth be told, I didn’t come here to bust your cosmic balls. I know you and Yildiz have hashed it out and you have been brutally honest. Things are looking up for the two of you and for that I am thrilled. What happened is in the past. Actually, all of that isn’t why I’m here now,” she admits, her tone becoming serious. I sit forward and give her my undivided attention, “I know that look. That’s the look of you’re about to drop a cryptic bomb on me.” “Am I that transparent?” she says with a wry smile. “No, I’ve just known you a long time. What’s going on?” I ask, cutting to the chase. “When I told you I gave you an animai because I wanted you to be happy, that wasn’t a lie.” “Never thought it was…” I say tentatively. “That being said, I had additional reasons for wanting you to be happy.” Her face
Oshmin POV I lay back with my arms under my head already missing Yildiz being wrapped in my arms. As I stare through the glass walls of her room at the stunning view outside, I can’t help but become frustrated. I’m a cosmic being with the power to give Yildiz all the answers she seeks, but because of my own idea to prevent us Gods from meddling, I’m stuck laying here unable to do a single thing to help her. I feel like I shot myself in the foot before ever even realising it. “You made the right call, Oshmin,” I suddenly hear Zarseti’s voice. I look over to see the fuchsia-haired Goddess standing off to the side in a rather stunning purple kaftan with gold beading across the bust and shoulders and lined down the arms and framing the sleeves. “What is with you and the kaftan collection?” I enquire. She walks over and leans against the window, ignoring my question. “Even my daughters need to learn life is not about cutting corners or taking the easy way. We all have our own destinies
The sound of urgent fists pounding against my bedroom door pulls me from my wonderful sleep, but as my senses wake up one by one, I take in the pleasurable heat brought by being nestled in my animai’s arms and his intoxicating scent. I want to stay like this forever, but the pounding is relentless. “I get the feeling they won’t go away until you answer the door,” says Oshmin in a sleepy voice. I groan and bury myself deeper against his side. “Make them go away,” I grumble. “They’re your sisters, you make them go away,” he argues, turning his back to me and depriving me of my cosy snuggle spot. I pout and land a jab to his back that causes me to wince and shake my hand as my finger throbs in protest. Stupid indestructible God. “I bet that hurt you more than it hurt me,” he lazily mocks. “Smartass,” I mutter. Begrudgingly I fling off the covers, get up and make my way to the bedroom door. I open it and finally bring the pounding to a halt. “Was all of that really necessary?” I ask
Oshmin POV I lay in Yildiz’s bed captivated by her every move as she changes into very fitted sky-blue satin shorts and a matching camisole for bed. I could watch her do the most mundane things for all time and never get bored. Is that because of the bond or simply because I love her? I guess I don’t care really. “I just have to take off my makeup and then I’m done.” “I could help,” I offer. “You want to take my makeup off for me?” she asks with a questioning eyebrow. I shrug, “Only if you want me to. I would be more effective though,” I point out. “Hmm. Good point. Okay, time to become the God of Makeup Removal,” she says as she saunters to the bathroom. I let out a loud laugh at her new title for me. Morrtemis would love that. I get up and follow her into the bathroom and look at all the products laid out on the counter. It’s like a chemistry lab in here. “Um, maybe I could just use magic,” I suggest. “Nope. You’re going to do it like I do. Now get to work,” she orders, but
Oshmin POV She wraps her elbow around mine and escorts me out of the door. This is a literal case of the blind leading the blind as Yildiz navigates our way through the Kartheca effortlessly, since I don't know my way around, before arriving at two gigantic doors. I can hear the voices inside that have now dropped to a whisper as we began to approach. Yildiz is right, people who can speak telepathically should just do so and save themselves the embarrassment. Yildiz pushes open one of the doors and guides me into the vastest dining hall I’ve ever seen. Pristine white marbled floors, with square marble pillars lining either side of the lengthy room. The spaces between the pillars are open and blanketed by curtains of white chiffon that dance gently in the breeze from outside. The vaulted ceiling is intricately carved and depicts the origins of every single supernatural being that exists. There are carved statues of women powerfully posed at the top of each pillar and it takes me a mo