" I think that works just fine." Killian answers in a low gentle voice after a few moments of silence.My heart hammers like crazy and even if this was something I could never even dream of, part of me felt incredibly anxious. That strange voice that kept echoing in my head was incoherent and muffled by its own howls and growls and accusations that did not quite make sense right now.I'm not sure Killian picks on any. There was a strange separation between myself and the other one. I didn't even know what to call it. Persona? Beast? Inner voice? Fear?It was separate while all together a part of what makes me whole. We could separate and we'd stand as wholes still, but not quite at the same time.Maybe that was why Killian did not feel any connection to it. Maybe he did and he never told me. How could he be so passive when it was so hostile towards him?I slowly pull away from him, an itchy feeling blooming under my skin. I brush at my own arms and breathe in deeply, while I slowly st
/They are all the same! Everyone wants us for our abilities! None of them genuinely care for us! None of them genuinely care for our well-being!/The frenzied voice inside my head keeps barking and spitting its venom all over my mind while I absently step into the bathtub. I mostly try to ignore it and wash myself as fast as possible. I didn't need it to grow even more anxious to be separated. The anxiety was deeply rooted within myself right now and it was not helping./We should free ourselves -/ the anger had now somehow dimmed, but the spite and hate is still there, Rooted even deeper than the mindless anger and frustration."Free ourselves from what?" I mumble out loud for myself as I sink into the water, all the way to my chest level.I follow the random pattern the lavender buds float around and wrap my arms around my knees slowly./From greedy wolves and rulers that think they own us!"/"Owns?" I huff and rest my chin on my knees. "Who owns me?"/He thinks he owns you! He orde
It's more than clear that she is not feeling it right now. She's fidgety and I can see guilt and fear tangled together when she looks at me and our eyes meet. I have no words to describe my own guilt, but feeling guilty was not the right approach around the given situation.My mate needed to heal. And the only way I knew how to be of help was to be around for as long as possible, to regain her trust and be everything she needed right now. Could I do all that? Maybe I could. As long as she is willing to put up with me, I'll do my best to provide all these and more for her.We eventually end up ordering Mexican food that she makes sure to pick carefully. A bit of color returns to her face as she explains to me which was the place with the greatest Mexican food in the whole city anf even slips in a little story about a horrible mishap with the spicy ingredients and how the whole party ended up fighting over the toilet.But as soon as she ends her little story, she realizes I have been li
Days merge into one another and the only way I feel like I can track time is by the ever growing belly. It’s been around four months now since our baby started growing. It’s been three months of endless back and forth with trying to get close to one another. A tedious process, but one that seemed to reach a steady and peaceful peak. One where I could feel at ease when Killian was not in the same room as me. One where I could feel at peace when he left the house for whatever business there was to be attended.Being the leader of a pack as big as the one we had, was no easy thing, and from the little details he had offered me, he had taken reigns at a very unstable point. The pack was slowly fragmenting and his father did not want to deal with it, so it all fell upon his shoulders.The part of the pack that was on that far off island has been slowly separating and they seemed to have been plotting this for longer than expected. Killian understood the need for separation and he has been
I need to admit that part of me feels a little bit uneasy with the fact that my own family has decided to stay out of my life. It makes me think that all they had planned for me was to eventually get rid of me and just live their life as if I never existed.I adored my own family to the point I was ready to bend backwards for their own sake, to their own will and selfish plans. But were they still my family? When they don’t answer their phones or when they refuse to take contact with me?I could not figure out why all this was happening, but my focus has shifted on my actual family. My mate and the little one who is growing endlessly in my belly.When I hear the entrance door open and close, and the little sound the elevator makes, I am upstairs, still getting ready. I’m not complaining, but I feel like everything I put on is making me look like a sack of potatoes. A very appealing sack of potatoes.And it bothers me so much that I am on the verge of tears when my companion arrives. I
“Do you have a shopping list? Is there anything I can help you with besides walking around and being your guard dog?” Something in Dementri seemed to have gotten triggered by the way I spoke about Killian earlier, and I am almost curious why. Why did the backstabber care for my opinion?“You know what?” I huff and stop as we exit the medical unit. “I am done with you for the day. Go be a bitch somewhere else!” I demand as I start stomping off in the opposite direction of the parking lot, towards the bus station nearby.The man hesitates to follow, but he eventually does, catching up with me as I make it in the bus station.“Madelaine-“ he growls and I roll my eyes. “- please, let’s not separate.” He pleads, his voice low, more of a warning than a plea really.“Piss off, you twat!” I hiss and the middle aged guy that seemed to not be listening, slowly gets up from his seat and walks towards us.“Is this punk bothering you, miss?” He asks, his voice low, as he removes his headphones.D
I track her down quite fast, her scent heavy and very much inviting. I'm not sure what tormented me more. The fact that she was alone, exposed to all sorts of dangers while she smelled like a damn piece of cake, or that she was clearly overthinking what she just saw and there was a slim chance she will be giving me the chance to explain myself.I knew I was doomed. I was a dead man the moment the clock struck eleven am and I completely missed the appointment. A very important one since she spent the last two weeks reminding me about it. I have made a promise. It was supposed to be a special moment. And I missed it. I don't even want to think of what this will lead to...The bakery is not crowded and as I enter, frenzied and in a bit of a rush, I completely lose track of my wife. The scent of baked goods is overpowering and I can't track her down anymore. It was clear she was still here, but...I walk to the register and the young lady offers me a smile."What can I get you today?" she
When she walks away, I'm not entirely sure she believe me or not. It almost seems as if I got out of it too easy... Too soon.I watch her put distance between us and start nibbling on her pretzels. The fact that she is alone and Demetri was nowhere in sight makes even more uneasy. At this point, I was nothing but a ball of anxiety and nerves and I really looked forward for this day to come to an end faster.I return to the coffee shop, where the retail agent patiently waited for me to go through my last options once more. My mate was growing heavier with each day and I could not help but feel guilty about it. She had to walk stairs up and down, nothing was very pregnancy friendly and at this point I was certain that the apartment was not big enough for our family.She wanted to have a nursery, she wanted a safe space for the child. More or less like a little nest where she could feel at peace with her baby. I had to provide that for her. And the apartment in the heart of the city was