I wanted to come back to Airk for a bit. I'll let you know everything that went through Emmy's mind though. But first I need to take Ronin to swimclass. Hope you're having a great friday :)
Emmy’s pov “Are you okay?” Isaac asked before he answered his own question. “Of course you’re not.” “Do you want to talk about it, just me and you?” he asked instead. I shook my head, “let’s just go to dinner.” “We can have dinner outside the packhouse if you like." Isaac offered, but that would mean meeting people. Who knew if any of them had the same reaction to me as Lena did? When I used to have dinner here, it was mostly me, the Alpha, and the Beta. Except for that time when Airk was here. Goddess, how I loved that first week. Alpha Jace was barely around in the beginning, and I would just stay in my room and relax. I wished it would stay like that forever, where my alpha would forget about me and focus his attention elsewhere. Although the thought of not serving the alpha made me feel guilty, if it was his choice, then it wouldn’t count, right? If he didn’t want me, then there was nothing to be done about it. I quickly learned that these thoughts would come to punish me.
Isaac’s pov Emmy is refusing to share her feelings with me, and since I promised not to cross her boundaries and force her to do anything, I am stuck waiting for her to open up. Her nightmares are becoming more frequent, and honestly, she looks unhappy. I don’t know what to do, besides being by her side as much as I can. “Do you think you can handle stepping inside Alpha Jace’s old office?” Grandma asked, looking at Emmy. She nodded, while I shook my head at the same time. It wasn’t a good idea. “Why does she need to go inside there?” I asked. “We’ve moved all of the files out of there. A lot was destroyed in the attack, but some we could still use. Jace had cameras everywhere, and I hope that being in the room might make Emmy remember something.” “I wasn’t in there a lot, only to pass through to the other room.” We all knew what room she meant—the room Airk was being held in. “And what could you really gain from that knowledge?” Grandpa Os sighed, probably annoyed with my q
Emmy’s pov ‘You have to tell them.’ Meave commanded me inside my head. ‘But they will hate me.’ ‘You heard former Alpha Osiris. That man helped you, and his family needs peace. You need to help him now, Emmeline.’ “Alpha Jace killed him, and I buried him in the garden,” I whispered, hoping they wouldn’t hear me, but knowing what everyone’s advanced hearing means, that could never happen. Isaac let go of my hand. Of course he did. Who would want to hold hands with someone like me? But then he surprised me and gave me a hug instead. “Is this the man you were talking about with Airk?” I nodded against his chest. “Do you think you can show us where you buried him?” Former Alpha Osiris asked, sounding a lot less scary than before. “Yes, former Alpha Osiris. I know exactly where he is buried.” How could I have forgotten? I dug the shallow crave myself. I had chosen an area where you could see the moon, hoping the Moon Goddess would protect him. “Emmy, can you tell us what happened?
Isaac’s pov The moment Emmy started to gag, I instinctively grabbed her hair. Thankfully, I was behind her and not in front like I had been a moment ago. Instead, my grandpa had his shoes ruined. “I’m so sorry!” Emmy said, wiping her mouth clean with her sleeve. “Okay, that’s enough for today.” Grandpa Os said, staring at his shoes. “Let’s both get cleaned up, and we’ll talk about everything else later.” Emmy nodded as she bowed her head in submission. “I apologize, Former Alpha Osiris.” “Now, just because you’ve puked on my shoes doesn’t mean you can’t still call my grandpa. If anything, it probably made us even closer.” Grandpa joked as he gave me a wink. I took Emmy out of their office, taking her back to our room. Emmy still had her head down, and I walked us to the bathroom. “You should take a shower.” “Okay.” “Do you want me to help you?” I offered, and Emmy nodded her head. First, I removed her clothing, and then I walked her to the bathroom, holding my mate’s hand.
Emmy’s pov My hand started shaking. And my right leg wouldn't stop shaking. It was like I couldn’t stand still, but I knew I had to do this. So why did everything inside of me want to run away? The moment Isaac squeezed my hand, I felt a bit better. At least that hand wasn’t shaking anymore. I put out my other hand, watching my fingers tremble with fear. ‘You can do it,’ Isaac’s voice said inside my head. It wasn’t the question of whether I could or couldn’t tell Lena. The question was if I could handle her response. “Hi Emmeline and Isaac, You wanted to see me. I’m so sorry for last time; I truly didn’t mean to offend you. I was just so happy to have a larger room, and I always thought about what I would say to you once I got the chance, and well, I ruined it.” “It wasn’t your fault.” I clarified. “It’s not why I asked you to come here.” Goddess, I had practiced this conversation in my mind countless times now, but it was like every thought had left my mind. Grandpa Os and Gra
hi,I've been having a tough week and needed a break. but I will try to write this weekend or Monday at the latest.I'm okay, just dealing with some stuff that makes it hard to concentrate. Kids are good, boyfriend too. So, nothing too serious. Maybe in time, I'll share more of what's been happening. (Once everything is settled) But for now, just know I'll do my best to go back to normal starting next Monday. I also applied for a contract for that new story 2 weeks ago, but I am still waiting for goodnovel's approval. (For those wondering what happened to that idea)Thank you for your concern and patience.Ik hou van jullie. (Love you)Naomi. p.s. too lazy to throw this through spell check program, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.
Emmy’s pov How is it possible to feel so much at once and yet feel numb? It’s like I’m overwhelmed with everything I tried to press down, and now there is just too much pouring out. All I want to do is sleep and forget, but my thoughts won’t allow me to forget. Facing one fear has opened up other memories I didn’t want to think about. Being here is making me rethink everything, and it was easier before. Before things made sense. I had to serve my alpha. It didn’t matter if I had a choice or not, because it was my duty. It never mattered what I wanted, and it was easier that way. But now that I did have a choice, it made me question everything. If everyone here was right about how people should treat their mates, then what I went through was abuse. Then I was a victim. I didn’t know if I wanted to be a victim. ‘So you’d rather feel guilty all the time?’ Meave asked me. The funny thing was that even if I accepted that I had been treated wrong, it didn’t take away the guilt I felt
Hi,so, the reason I've been feeling so off lately is that I was pregnant. It was unplanned and truthfully, unwanted. We were discussing our options, but the doctor looked at the ultrasound today and said I would most likely miscarriage. I am seven weeks late and the embryo was far too small and weak. I got some pills to speed up the process. These last two weeks have been hard. This was my seventh pregnancy. I've had miscarriages, an ectopic pregnancy, and a blighted ovum. thankfully, also two healthy kids. Most of my previous pregnancies had been planned and seeing a postive test would always bring me joy. But I had a negative reaction to this positive test, and I felt so guilty and stupid for being so careless. There are so many women that want a baby, and Milano and I were not being careful. It was the reason why I couldn’t write last week, because I felt really bad about myself and my choices. I'm 36 and I should know better. Milano made an appointment for sterilization. He was
Hi!it seems I wasn't very clear. but the chapter from Storm’s pov is actually the end of the Stolen Alpha. So it's not something I can change. I simply forgot about it and I started writing the first draft of Nivia's story and went to read the end to make sure it matched whatever I wrote last year.hope this clarifies things.and yes, Kyra was alive in the chapter. but since Eli named his daughter Kyra, we can pretend its her and not reveal that I sometimes forget my own story......anyway once again thank you for your support. I first need to finish the Luna prophecy before I start on Nivia's story, whatever that may be
- - Five years after chapter 119. -- Argo’s pov Airk slapped my thigh a lot, fucking harder than was necessary. He knew I had been training a lot, and my muscles were still sore from sparring against his mate. Everyone might assume he’s a fragile little luna, but that man works out daily, and he is very fucking protective of Brax. “So, you almost beat him this time.” Airk said, and I wasn’t sure if he was complimenting me or threatening me. “It’s my goal, you know. He is the only one left to beat.” I joked. “You didn’t beat me.” Airk replied, raising his eyebrow. “I beat you when we were fucking fifteen! How could you forget?” As a kid, I’ve beaten him countless times, but I didn’t want to rub it in too fucking much. Mila entered the room, looking like the most beautiful duck as she waddled towards us. I would never call her that to her face, though; my sunshine had turned into quite a monster this pregnancy. She’d fucking rip my balls off if I called her a duck. "Hi, beautifu
So... I thought of a story line for Nivia and started writing the chapter, but then I remembered I actually already wrote a chapter about Nivia (Aeryn's daughter) at the end of the Stolen Alpha. I'll post it here as well, so you don't have to go looking. It's free; don't worry. But in the story, I reveal that Osiris is in his 70s. I did the math, and since Osiris was 28? I think when he became a dad for the first time, Asher was 20 and Aeryn was 18. Once Nivia is 18, Osiris should be... 84. Which in werewolf years isn't that old. I thought he was about 100 now, but I forgot they all had kids a lot younger than humans. So he's safe for now :D But I have three options for Nivia and haven't really settled on one yet. But for most of them, she will go to a special academy for werewolves that they started a few years ago to make sure future alphas and betas won't make the same mistakes. It is something Asher started to make future leaders see they have more in common than they realize.
Osiris’ pov ‘Are you happy?’ Santos asked as I watched all the kids play together. ‘You can literally feel what I feel and hear my thoughts….’ I countered, annoyed with the old wolf. ‘If you consider that you got me when you were eighteen, I’m actually younger than you.’ Santos replied, waging his tale in my mind playfully. In my mind, he was still the same as always, but in reality, like me, he needed assistance. He couldn't walk properly without the help of prostethics. If I could have gone back in time and changed things, I wouldn’t have changed this. I would have made sure Riker was still alive, but then his mate Mia wouldn’t have found her second mate. Maybe I would have saved Kyra or any of the other wolves who have passed over the years, but who knows the ripple effect of that change? ‘You’ve watched The Butterfly Effect too many times.’ Santos said, making me laugh. I've only watched that movie once, but I knew that if I went back in time to change things, life wouldn't
Isaac’s pov Time has flown by. Way too fast. As I’m sitting here, holding my son and seeing my mate after giving birth to another couple's baby, I just can’t believe we’re here. It feels like just yesterday that everyone went home, and Emmy and I were left running the Winter Bone pack. Thankfully, my mom, Sierra, stayed behind to help. As a former beta, she stepped up and knew exactly what to do. She had basically run the pack with my grandpa when my uncle left to find his daughters. My other mom, Kate, was busy trying to find ways to help my grandparents. While I knew Sierra was here to help me, she was also here because Kate could get a little obsessed when she’s working on something. My mom hardly sleeps when she’s in the zone, and she doesn’t stop until it’s finished. Sierra would only be in the way. But now that I have a child of my own, I wonder if mom didn’t also stay behind because she had just seen me hurt badly. Being hurt in battle was the first time I had ever been
Brax’s pov “So, what made you change your mind?” My sister asked, slowly sitting down. It was getting harder for her to walk, sit down, or get up without the help of Argo or someone else. “I don’t think I really changed my mind; it was just..." Before I could finish, Mila started to laugh. “You did a 180. When Airk came home after the bonfire, it was clear you did not want a child this way.” I shook my head, chuckling along. “It wasn’t that. It felt weird to have a timeframe in which Airk and I could start a family.” “Nobody said anything about when you were supposed to have a child," Mila argued. “Didn’t they? Emmy wanted kids with Isaac, but not before helping us. So that meant putting things on hold. And Elora has her own army of pups she wants to push out, so we needed to do the egg extraction at the right time between pregnancies.” Mila giggled. “They don’t have that many kids. Mom has more.” “Mom didn’t have a choice but to keep having kids.” Mila took a deep breath. “We
Airk’s pov “It was so fucking gross.” Argo said, making the same face he made when mom put Brussels sprouts on the table when we were young. “He just ripped his whole fucking face off!” Dad sighed, “I didn’t rip his whole face off. I merely stuck my claws into his face and pulled. I’m not sure what actually came off. Maybe it was just his nose or a piece of his mouth.” Mom gagged, she was in dad's lap around the fire. “You’re not making it sound any better, Ash.” “Speaking of gross-looking things, how is grandpa Os?” Argo asked mom. Dad, Aunt Kat, and more people growled, and Argo threw his hands up in the air. “I was the fucking one that had to carry him like a baby, feeling his melting flesh against my hands. Besides, it’s how we deal with painful things, right, mom?” Mom gave Argo a wink, but then sounded very stern. “Maybe be a bit more tactful next time, Argo. You know how fucking important Os is to people.” “Fine,” Argo scoffed. “How is the fucker?” “He and Mom are doing
Asher’s pov “What the fuck happened?” Storm asked when I came close. He was surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood. I was still holding on to Argo, who was barely able to walk. Yeah, what did happen? It was hard for me to remember everything. “Alpha Scott had silver nails laced with wolfsbane; he fought with Argo. We need to get out of here.” Storm shook his head, “no, offense, but we’re not going anywhere until you, your son, and I get some bandages or something. Because we’re in no fucking shape to take on any more people.” “Speak for yourself,” I replied jokingly. I stared at Storm’s body; his body was more red than his skin color. Storm smirked at me, “it’s mostly not my blood. But I did get shot, um, twice. So that fucking sucks.” I looked over at my son, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Storm was right. We needed to stop the bleeding and rest before we left. We were sitting ducks here, but I did just kill the Alpha of this pack. So the remaini
Argo’s pov “It’s going to be fucking fine,” Storm suddenly said, startling me. We had been silently trying to track Dad for hours, focusing on all our senses. We weren’t running in wolf shape because some of our travels went through human territory. Also, we couldn’t fucking communicate if we were in our wolf form, since we didn’t belong to the same pack anymore. “I didn’t say a fucking word…” I countered, looking at him with my eyebrow raised. “Your face is telling me enough, little fuckhead.” I scoffed, “well, big fuckhead, I am fine. And dad will be fine too. Unless you’re worried?” Storm shook his head, “Asher can handle anything.” I liked Storm. And not just because he curses a whole fucking lot. He’s good to my sisters, and he’s like a third son to my parents. And he’s given my parents their first grandkids, which puts some pressure on the rest of us. But I knew he was just as worried as I was. Storm was really fucking close to my dad. Like surrogate dad, close. Fucker