I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Inara had always been a calm and collected person, never one to lash out at anyone, let alone kids. But that's exactly what happened. At least that was what Hardin told me.
"It's not like her," he said, his voice low and concerned."Inara has always been great with kids, even the ones she's never known before."
"You mean to tell me that Inara lashed out at a kid? That's not like her at all," I asked.
"I know, that's why I'm so confused." He replied and I sighed
"I know, that's what's so strange about all of this," I replied, feeling frustrated and confused.
"Wait a minute," I said suddenly, a note of realization creeping into my voice. "What happened before she lashed out?"
“Her face drained of colour, the moment I told her that Jeremy was your son.” Hardin said and I sighed in confusion.
“There’s something we still haven’t figured out yet. We need to do that, else we won’t be able to understand the reason for her lashing out.” I said and Hardin sighed too.
“I knew it would be a bad idea to seek her out. I just didn’t know it would be this bad of an idea. Its like Venom seeps into her, when she hears your name. She was fucking mad, Declan.” Hardin said and I sighed.
“Who wouldn’t be? I kicked her out and treated like shit, just to save my ass and pack. Even though she thinks its for some other reason.” I said and he sighed.
“Let’s talk later, when I figure something out.” I said and reclined in my chair.
“She’s angry at you.” Larry, my wolf, said and I sighed. “You don’t need to tell me that, I am already aware. Stop rubbing it in my face.” I said exasperatedly, and he howled.
“I told you that it was going to be a bad idea o have chased out of the pack, like she was some common criminal. But you were too strong headed to listen to me,now this.” He said and I sighed.
“That can’t be the only reason why she is filled with so much venom towards me.” I said and I sighed.
I needed to hear from the horses mouth, why she hated me so much. I picked my phone and called him.
“Go to her home. And call me when you get there. It is high time I speak to her.” I said and he sighed.
“That is where I am.” He asked and I sighed. “Great can I speak with her?” I asked and he went silent.
“Would that be good? She doesn’t look like she wants to speak to you, Declan.” He said and I groaned.
“For fuck’s sake, At this point I don’t care. I need to talk Inara, or I won’t be sane.” I said and he sighed. “Understood.” He said. “Declan would like to speak with you.” He said to Inara.
Silence.
"Hi Inara. It's me, Declan," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I know it's been a long time, but I really need to talk to you."
There's a long pause on the other end of the line, and I feared that she would hang up. But then she spoke up. "Fine," she said. "What do you want to talk about?"
I took a deep breath and spoke up. I tell her that I'm sorry for what happened between us, and that I want to make things right. I was a nervous wreck.
But Inara didn't respond with kindness. Instead, she was resistant and silent, barely saying anything at all.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke up. "Why are you even bothering to want to talk to me?" she asked. "You threw me out seven years ago, remember? You broke my heart, and then you sent your child with Jenna to me as if I could just slot into that role."
"I know," I said. "I know I messed up, and I can't change that. But I want to make things right between us. I want us to be able to at least talk to each other."
"I have nothing to say to you," Inara spat out. "You are just evil and stupid. You ruined everything, now you can live with the consequences."
I flinched at her words, feeling the hurt and anger pour through me. I had expected her to be upset, but her words were like a slap in the face.
"Inara, please," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I know I hurt you, but I'm trying to make it up to you. Can we-"
"Make it up to me?" Inara cut in. "Do you think that's possible? You tore my life apart and left me a shell of a person. Now you send me your son, wanting Revenge right? I apologised, listen I do not know why I am still speaking with you. I refuse to speak to you any further."
And with that, she hung up the phone, leaving me feeling more alone and hurt than ever before.
I sat there, staring at the phone in silence for a few minutes, my mind reeling with thoughts and memories. I remembered the good times that we shared, and I felt a pang of regret knowing how much I had destroyed back then. What if I had just kept my mouth shut? What if I had never met Jenna?
But it was too late to change those things now. I can only apologize and hope that one day Inara can forgive me.
Feeling defeated, I hung up the phone, my anxietytaking over me. I was right all along, i shouldn't have chased her out like that. Inara trusted me, alone, and i treated her badly.
And she somehow belived i hated her.
But what was this nasty gut feeling i ws feeling about something being off with Inara?
Something was not right.POV: Declan Williams.“Find everything about Inara Wells. Everything that she has been up to, in the past seven years.” I said to Rogers, my second Personal assistant and he nodded with a slight bow and walked out of the room.I paced around the room for Several minutes,my head not getting away from theI sat comfortably on my couch, my phone in my hand as I waited for Jeremy to answer the video call. It didn't take long before little his face popped up on my screen, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration."Hey Son, what's up?" I greeted him, trying to lighten the mood."Hi Dad. Miss Inara just lashed out at me for no reason. I don't know what I did wrong," Jeremy complained, his voice laced with irritation and confusion.I let out a sigh. Inara was on edge and I still didn’t understand why, but I sighed., I was going to find it out, what it was that made her hate me. "I'm sorry to hear that, Jer. But it's not your fault. Inara's just angry with me," I told him."Wait, what do you mean
POV: Inara WellsThey say Life is perfect when you are young and in love. Would I have ever thought that I would ever lose Declan? Nah, not in my wildest dreams..“We have arrived,My love.” He said,parking in front of the hotel that would be used to host my Birthday. I sat still in the car, willing the anxiousness inside of me to be gone. I sighed and alighted from the car. Declan took my hands and squeezed it reassuringly. I sighed. Here goes nothing.“Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Inara Wells!!” I heard screams and Camera flashes and I smiled. My girlfriends, Candy and Tiara walked up to me and handed me a birthday gift. “We love you, Inara.” They both chorused and I smiled.“Thanks girls.” I said and we all hugged each other. Declan held my hands and kissed it, and I smiled. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He whispered in my ears and I smiled at him.Declan and I had been in a relationship since I was 13, and he was Fifteen years old. I had my parents, Declan, who was the son of the
POV: Declan William.I never knew that watching TV could bring so much pain and sadness. And so much Anticipation,Longing for someone.I was sitting in my living room after a long day of work when I turned on the news. Just like any other day, I was expecting to hear stories about politics, weather, and maybe even some human-interest pieces.“Here we have seated with us, the brave investigative Journalist,who assisted in bursting the crime ring that the Anthony family has been terrorising New York for 30 years. Let’s welcome, Inara Wells.” I heard as I sat on the chair in front of the TV. Inara walked into the arena, her smile bright.A smile that I had missed for years. Seven years. Seven years had passed since I had set eyes physically on Inara. Not ever since I angrily banished her from the pack, years ago. She was different, very different from the 18 year old Inara I had known, fallen in love with and chased away.The girl who had once been reserved and quiet was now bold and
POV: Inara Wells.I woke up on Monday morning feeling refreshed and ready to take on a new week. Last week had been a successful investigation and I was proud of myself for the hard work I had put in. As I got dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I thought about how far I had come in my career.I got into my car and made my way to work, turning on some upbeat music to psyche myself up for the day ahead. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed my boss, Mr. Johnson, waiting for me. He looked serious, and I wondered what was going on."Good morning, Inara," Mr. Johnson said as I approached him."Good morning, Mr. Johnson. Is everything alright?""Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to give you this." He handed me a pale yellow envelope with no return address.I looked at the envelope suspiciously. "What is it?""It's from Declan. The same guy that has been sending Numerous Letters, for over a year now." Mr. Johnson said, his expression neutral. And I sighed.
POV: Inara Wells.“Jeremy. This is Miss Inara Wells. Inara, this is Jeremy, Alpha Declan’s First born child.” He said and I staggered back, Anger filling me up.What sort of Mockery was this? How dare Declan try to rile me up, by sending me his son, when my own child had died in my own fucking hands?! My heart pounding with anger and disgust as I was sure that they had done this to provoke me. I could feel my muscles tense up, and my hands balled into fists as I struggled to maintain control over my emotions. Jenna had been a hateful person but this was an all time low for Declan.I knew they would go to any lengths to make me miserable, but I never thought they would stoop so low as to bring a child into their twisted games.The little boy in front of me was Jeremy, the son of Declan and Jenna. He was brought by Declan's Beta, Hardin, and my blood boiled as I realized this meant they were trying to manipulate me with an innocent child."Take him away," I said to Hardin, strugglin
POV: Declan Williams.“Find everything about Inara Wells. Everything that she has been up to, in the past seven years.” I said to Rogers, my second Personal assistant and he nodded with a slight bow and walked out of the room.I paced around the room for Several minutes,my head not getting away from theI sat comfortably on my couch, my phone in my hand as I waited for Jeremy to answer the video call. It didn't take long before little his face popped up on my screen, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration."Hey Son, what's up?" I greeted him, trying to lighten the mood."Hi Dad. Miss Inara just lashed out at me for no reason. I don't know what I did wrong," Jeremy complained, his voice laced with irritation and confusion.I let out a sigh. Inara was on edge and I still didn’t understand why, but I sighed., I was going to find it out, what it was that made her hate me. "I'm sorry to hear that, Jer. But it's not your fault. Inara's just angry with me," I told him."Wait, what do you mean
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Inara had always been a calm and collected person, never one to lash out at anyone, let alone kids. But that's exactly what happened. At least that was what Hardin told me."It's not like her," he said, his voice low and concerned."Inara has always been great with kids, even the ones she's never known before.""You mean to tell me that Inara lashed out at a kid? That's not like her at all," I asked."I know, that's why I'm so confused." He replied and I sighed"I know, that's what's so strange about all of this," I replied, feeling frustrated and confused."Wait a minute," I said suddenly, a note of realization creeping into my voice. "What happened before she lashed out?"“Her face drained of colour, the moment I told her that Jeremy was your son.” Hardin said and I sighed in confusion.“There’s something we still haven’t figured out yet. We need to do that, else we won’t be able to understand the reason for her lashing out.” I said and Hardi
POV: Inara Wells.“Jeremy. This is Miss Inara Wells. Inara, this is Jeremy, Alpha Declan’s First born child.” He said and I staggered back, Anger filling me up.What sort of Mockery was this? How dare Declan try to rile me up, by sending me his son, when my own child had died in my own fucking hands?! My heart pounding with anger and disgust as I was sure that they had done this to provoke me. I could feel my muscles tense up, and my hands balled into fists as I struggled to maintain control over my emotions. Jenna had been a hateful person but this was an all time low for Declan.I knew they would go to any lengths to make me miserable, but I never thought they would stoop so low as to bring a child into their twisted games.The little boy in front of me was Jeremy, the son of Declan and Jenna. He was brought by Declan's Beta, Hardin, and my blood boiled as I realized this meant they were trying to manipulate me with an innocent child."Take him away," I said to Hardin, strugglin
POV: Inara Wells.I woke up on Monday morning feeling refreshed and ready to take on a new week. Last week had been a successful investigation and I was proud of myself for the hard work I had put in. As I got dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I thought about how far I had come in my career.I got into my car and made my way to work, turning on some upbeat music to psyche myself up for the day ahead. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed my boss, Mr. Johnson, waiting for me. He looked serious, and I wondered what was going on."Good morning, Inara," Mr. Johnson said as I approached him."Good morning, Mr. Johnson. Is everything alright?""Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to give you this." He handed me a pale yellow envelope with no return address.I looked at the envelope suspiciously. "What is it?""It's from Declan. The same guy that has been sending Numerous Letters, for over a year now." Mr. Johnson said, his expression neutral. And I sighed.
POV: Declan William.I never knew that watching TV could bring so much pain and sadness. And so much Anticipation,Longing for someone.I was sitting in my living room after a long day of work when I turned on the news. Just like any other day, I was expecting to hear stories about politics, weather, and maybe even some human-interest pieces.“Here we have seated with us, the brave investigative Journalist,who assisted in bursting the crime ring that the Anthony family has been terrorising New York for 30 years. Let’s welcome, Inara Wells.” I heard as I sat on the chair in front of the TV. Inara walked into the arena, her smile bright.A smile that I had missed for years. Seven years. Seven years had passed since I had set eyes physically on Inara. Not ever since I angrily banished her from the pack, years ago. She was different, very different from the 18 year old Inara I had known, fallen in love with and chased away.The girl who had once been reserved and quiet was now bold and
POV: Inara WellsThey say Life is perfect when you are young and in love. Would I have ever thought that I would ever lose Declan? Nah, not in my wildest dreams..“We have arrived,My love.” He said,parking in front of the hotel that would be used to host my Birthday. I sat still in the car, willing the anxiousness inside of me to be gone. I sighed and alighted from the car. Declan took my hands and squeezed it reassuringly. I sighed. Here goes nothing.“Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Inara Wells!!” I heard screams and Camera flashes and I smiled. My girlfriends, Candy and Tiara walked up to me and handed me a birthday gift. “We love you, Inara.” They both chorused and I smiled.“Thanks girls.” I said and we all hugged each other. Declan held my hands and kissed it, and I smiled. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He whispered in my ears and I smiled at him.Declan and I had been in a relationship since I was 13, and he was Fifteen years old. I had my parents, Declan, who was the son of the