*Cynamon*
I have just gotten into the car when I receive a text, so I pull out my phone and read it. ‘Are you on your way honey ... I am getting hungry’.
‘Just got in my car ... but I need to drive slow not to ruin the cakes and also find my way to the middle of nowhere. So it will take a bit.. be patient’. I shake my head as I put my phone away ... men !
Turning on the GPS and pushing in the address is the first thing I do, before turning on my car and starting my journey to deliver the cupcakes I have created. That is what I do, create specially ordered cupcakes ... and to toot my own horn a bit, I can make almost anything you can imagine.
I was hired by my kind of boyfriend to do these for a friend's 4th of July celebration. I say kind of boyfriend because well ... we have been on a couple of dates, but ... as always it will probably not really lead to anything.
‘You know why’. The well known voice sounds in my head.
“Yada yada yada”. I mumble. “He is not our mate, I know”.
I am talking to my wolf, Zyca … Yes, I am a werewolf. Not one of those from the horror movies, big drooling monsters eating humans, I just have the ability to change into a wolf. One that constantly talks inside my head and has her own opinion.
‘Mates are important’. She huffs.
“We live a rogue life, we never see any other wolves, the change is …”. I sigh. “Well, chances are we will never meet our mate … Nick is fun, I know it won’t last, but let me enjoy the attention”.
It’s not that he is not a nice guy, he actually is … and handsome too ... very much so actually, it’s like winning the boyfriend lottery ... but ... yeah something is wrong with me, beside the werewolf thing I mean ... or with the whole notion of love.
I am either incapable of love ... which would probably not be a surprise given my past and the mate thing ... or maybe love is just a lie we all buy into. I am not sure, but I am sure that I never felt those butterflies ... the tingles ... the ... however books describe love. I might like a guy, even feel good around him ... but, that's about it.
But I mean, I always wanted love ... I kinda always wanted kids, to prove myself better than my own mom. I always felt I deserved to be loved. I mean it took me … like forever and a lot of therapy to learn to love myself ... to accept my past .. accept that what happened happened and it was not my fault and to accept what I am.
I had hoped that when I loved myself, I would love someone else. You know the saying, to be able to give and receive love from others, you need to love yourself first ... it still hasn’t happened though.
So for now I will stick with this one. Who knows, maybe it will happen. I mean he is sweet, funny, and handsome. And he is a pretty good kisser too, that’s how far we have gone for now, which I am totally okay with; I am not really busy in that area.
I mean, don’t get me wrong ... I quite enjoy sex, when it is going on that is; I am not really going around missing it. I guess I just don’t have a very big sex drive either, so as I said my relationships usually do not go far ... a lot of them I end, because well … I feel bad about it ... or they dumb me for not giving them enough attention and enough sex.
‘Because they are not HIM, they are not our mate’. Zyca chips in.
“Heard you the first million times”. I mumble.
As I park in front of the house I spot him coming out, smiling at me and waving ... yeah he is handsome, no doubt, even Zyca thinks so, says he could almost be an Alpha ... I wish I would feel more than I do.
“Hi honey”. He comes padding over, and I get out of the car, he pulls me into a hug and a light kiss. “So happy you finally came ... let me take the cup cakes and then I can introduce you to everyone else”.
I breathe in, unable not to feel slightly nervous. I mean he lives here with a couple of other guys, whom I haven’t met yet. I am not always the best at meeting new people. Also I find it a bit weird or fun, not sure which, that they kinda live in a pack, I mean as they are not wolves. “Okay ... they are in the backseat”.
Nick opens the backseat to my car and looks at me with a huge grin. “You put a seatbelt on the cupcakes ?”
“Yeah ... I mean I didn’t want them to tip over if I had to break or something”. I look at him. I mean that’s a totally normal thing to do right ?
“You are something special”. He gives me a small chuckle before leaning in to unbuckle the cakes. “That would be such a Zac thing to do”.
Zac ... he is the owner of this place, one of Nick’s best friends ... and a movie star I have been told. To be honest I only have a vague idea how he looks. I have seen him on tv years ago and some posters for his recent superhero movie, but I didn’t look closer though, as it isn’t really my kind of movie, but according to Nick he is a great guy and I am going to love him.
“Come on.. I’ll show you the house”. Nick walks inside and I follow him.
He puts the cakes down in the kitchen and I look around. “I like this, stylish but cosy ... very nice”.
“Well this is actually Zac’s place ... or what you want to call it ... but yeah, Zac lives here”. He walks towards a door out to a back patio. “Okay come meet everyone”.
Apparently Nick can feel me tensing up, because he takes my hand and leads me along, introducing me as his girlfriend. Honestly most people I forget again instantly. I do remember JR though, who apparently is Zac’s business partner on something called Bodyworks, a big bearded guy who calls me ma’am in a very Texan way and gives off an alpha vibe, in a good way. And little Zach or LZ, who is this cute guy with a sweet smile and a camera in his hand, whom I instantly like.
We walk out on the grass, the back lawn is kind of a half circle with almost a ravine behind it. There are people standing around talking and a guy is laying on the edge with a rifle, shooting at something in the distance while a couple of people are watching.
A bearded guy comes over, talking in a whispering voice. “Shh ... Zac is trying to hit the bomb”.
“The bomb ?” I probably look confused. “He is shooting a bomb ?”
‘This sounds unsafe’. Zyca is instantly there. ‘Maybe we should leave’.
Nick chuckles low. “Not a real bomb, just a silly idea Zac has ... this is Marshall by the way ... Marshal, this is my girlfriend Cynamon”.
“Nice to meet you ma’am”. He says ... still in the hushed voice, not to break Zac’s focus I guess.
So I whisper back. “Nice to meet you too”.
We all turn to focus on Zac and I can’t help but notice the almost crazily long legs poking out from the black shorts. He is wearing a tank top and when he gets ready to shoot the muscles in his back, shoulders and ass tightens visibly.
‘Cy !’ Zyca sounds weird, like excited and worried all at once, but I ignore her.
“Focus Zac ... focus”. He mumbles to himself and I am not sure what it is, I mean he has a totally normal voice, he isn’t even talking to me. But then why do I suddenly feel all weird ? Like dizzy and breathless, is it because I know he is famous, even though I thought I didn’t care.
Everyone holds their breath as he pulls the trigger. There is the sound of the rifle, then what seems like seconds of silence and then something goes boom down in the field and everyone around me cheers and Nick calls out. “Awesome shot Z”.
“That was fucking legit ...”. He jumps to his feet and turns toward us, freezing in place in the middle of an inhale, kinda staring at me, like I was the last thing he expected to see.
How is it that books describe it ? Like being struck by lightning ... yeah that’s very accurate. I just stand there, staring like an idiot. I mean to my defence I had no idea it was possible to be this ... handsome ... no that's not even it, even though he is ridiculously good looking. It's the pure light shining from within him that has me mesmerised.
Without me even really noticing, my hand lets go of Nick’s and falls to my side, so this is Zac, the famous movie star ... with a clarity that is rare for me I instantly know my life will never be the same, and Zyca’s reaction confirms it.
*Zac*I realise that I kinda let out a small gasp as my lungs allow me to breathe again, this woman is something special … but.. who is she ? This vision standing beside Nick, her dark eyes watching me, the pinkish lips parting softly ... holy ... wow.. What the hell just happened here ?“Z this is my girlfriend Cynamon. Honey this is Zac ... he owns this place”. Nick says, his voice sounds kinda far away.My mind is kinda trying to piece it all together and make sense of what he said. “Girlfriend ... Cinnamon ? I like cinnamon”.“Earth to Zac”. Nick chuckles. “Cynamon ... remember I told you. We’ve been on a couple of dates. She is
*Zac*“Okay Z ... spill it”. LZ flops down beside me and JR stops in front of me, crossing his arms on his wide chest.I look from one to the other, shaking my head. “Uhm spill what ?”“Zac ... you have been looking all pained and melancolic for the last couple of hours”. JR says softly. “And now you are just sitting here on the steps ... looking miserable”.“You guys worry too much.. I am fine ... everything is fine”. I run a hand through my hair, sending them a smile.LZ leans a bit forward, looking past me at Cynamon and Nick who are playing around with a fris
*Zac*I quickly get to my feet. I owe Nick to be honest with him. “You and I need to talk ... inside”.His eyes run over me ... then Cynamon. “Okay, wait here honey, I’ll be right back”.“I’ll stay with her”. LZ says with a nervous smile.“Thanks”. Me and Nick say at the same time, making him glare at me.We walk inside and I ask a couple of people to leave us alone, closing the door behind them. When I turn Nick is watching me with his arms crossed on his chest. “Okay Z ... explain”.&
*Cynamon*I spend the rest of the day feeling like I am floating around on a pink cloud. .. Zac is the most amazing man, hell the most amazing human being I have ever met. We spend every minute together ... talking, holding hands, kissing ... and no one seems to wonder why I am with him ... even Nick acts like it is totally normal.Zyca is overjoyed. She has hoped for a mate for so long and she doesn’t care that Zac is human, to her he is perfect too.In a rare moment when Zac is out of sight I take Nick’s hand. “Thank you ... for being this understanding and for ... sending him after me”.“Zac is one of my best friends and he deserves to be happy”. H
*Cynamon*“You do know that I will have to go home tomorrow right ?” I look up at Zac. We are kinda snuggled up in a couch-like thing hanging from the three on the back lawn ... how we managed to both get into it is kinda of a mystery, but for now it’s rather cosy.“Why ?” He has this way of sounding like a sad puppy that goes right to my heart. “I don't want you to leave”.I giggle and slowly run my fingers along the neckline of his tank top. “I have no clothes Zac”.“Well clothes are ... totally optional around here you know ... I won’t judge you”. He chuckles and to me that
*Cynamon*I slowly feel reality pull at me ... but I am not fully awake yet. Damn what was I dreaming ? I can’t really remember, but it was about Zac and it was pretty heated, I can still feel the warm humming in my body.To be honest I am not sure it is possible to be more comfortable than I am right now. I am warm, the bed is perfectly soft and I have Zac’s strong body pressed against me, one arm resting under my pillow, the other wrapped around my waist.‘It feels good right ?’ Zyka asks, with a lazy voice, telling me she has been sleeping too.‘It does, yes’. I admit, but then the fear and the doubts come creeping up on me. ‘We can’t d
*Cynamon*“A problem ?” I sit up, staring at him .. what is he talking about ? Zyka is listening curiously too.He holds up something that looks like a rubber band with something stringy attached to it. “Uhm ... seem like condoms actually do break sometimes”.“Oh shit”. How fucking unlucky is it possible to be ? I mean I don’t do one night stands ... I don’t really do flings ... even boyfriends I normally keep hanging, often for a long time before giving in, if they don’t give up first ... for once I meet a man who makes my body actually burn w
2 weeks later*Cynamon*“Hi darling ... I have a surprise for you”. Zac gives me a quick kiss, but I grab him around the neck, kissing him deeply. He chuckles when I let him go. “Oh I love to feel missed ... but I am kinda sweaty”.I smile at him, he just came from the gym and I do not mind that kind of sweat at all. “Don't you know by now that I don’t mind that one bit ?”Zyka is humming softly. ‘I do love his scent’.
*Cynamon* The scent of pine and freshly baked cookies mingles in the air, wrapping me in a warm embrace as I take a moment to breathe it all in. It’s Christmas Eve, and our living room is a delightful chaos of laughter, decorations, and the soft glow of fairy lights. I can hardly believe how much has changed since those early days, and yet, here we are… surrounded by love and family. “Cynamon, come help me with this!” I hear Evangeline call from the kitchen, her voice bright and cheerful. I glance over to find her juggling a platter of cookies while trying to keep her balance with her round belly. “Got it!” I laugh, rushing over to lend a hand. “You should sit down and let me take care of this.” She grins, “Hey you are pregnant too.” “But you are carrying twins, after all!” I point out. “And this is my third, I am more… used to it.” Evangeline grins even wider, her eyes sparkling. “But I can’t resist the cookies! They’re my weakness… and the babies' weakness, the babies want c
*Cynamon* “Come on, miss Teeny! Let’s go see Santa!” I gently lift my nine-month-old daughter out of her car seat and settle her onto my hip, where she immediately starts tugging playfully at my hair. As we step inside, I take in the scene: it's a festive event designed to support Christmas for the local orphanage. They’re also distributing presents, food, and trees to families who struggle to afford them. I think it’s a beautiful initiative, and I’m more than happy to lend my support by baking some cupcakes. Scanning the room for familiar faces, I spot Cukier and Nick deep in conversation. Perfect! I could use an extra pair of hands, so I make my way over to them. “Well, hello there, guys! Is everything running smoothly so far?” “Oh yes, sis! Everything is going perfectly,” Cukier replies, turning to me with a warm smile. “And there is uncle's little bundle of joy?” he adds, leaning down to greet my daughter. “Always so happy, aren’t you, little munchkin?” “She really is,” I say
*Zac* The sun dips low on the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky as laughter and music spill out of our backyard. I glance around, soaking in the vibrant scene before me. The air is thick with the mouthwatering scent of Cukier’s famous barbecue, and I can already hear the sizzle of meat on the grill. “Is everything ready, Cukier?” I call out, catching a glimpse of my brother-in-law, his brow furrowed in concentration as he flips burgers and hot dogs with the finesse of a master chef. “Absolutely! Just about to throw on the corn,” he replies, a hint of pride in his voice. There’s something about his determination that makes me smile. He seems to always be the responsible one, but tonight, he’s relaxed, enjoying the moment with all of us. I turn my attention to the rest of our guests. The yard is a tapestry of familiar faces: Cynamon’s family, the werewolves who’ve come to celebrate. Her Aunt Elowen is chatting animatedly with LZ, her laughter ringing like m
*Cynamon* It feels so good to be home. I am standing on the back porch with Zac, hearing Cukier and Nick bickering like an old married couple inside in the kitchen, as they are cooking dinner. But one thing is missing, my baby. Then it is like the air shimmers and a small tickling reaches my ears and there is LZ and Evangeline. A bundle nestled in LZ's arms. I pull away from Zac, a warm glow blooming in my chest. The world around us is shifting… freedom for my kind is within our grasp, and yet, right now my heart races only for our little girl. “Clementine,” I murmur, my eyes darting to the grass where I see LZ cradling her with such tenderness. I can’t help but smile at the sight. ‘She’s safe, Cynamon. Breathe,’ Zyka whispers softly, her voice like a gentle breeze brushing through my mind. I nod, feeling the reassurance wash over me. Zac squeezes my hand, grounding me. “Let’s go see her,” he says, and I can hear the eagerness in his voice. We make our way over to LZ, who is
*LZ* I sit on the soft mossy floor of the sanctuary, Clementine nestled against me, her tiny body rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The gentle glow of the flowers around us flickers softly, like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. I don’t know how long we’ve been here in this place that feels like a dream, but there’s a strange comfort in the uncertainty. Each day is a blend of wonder and worry, punctuated by the need to keep Clementine safe. As I absently stroke her hair, my eyes wander to the enchanted window. Outside, the world bursts with life. Creatures of all shapes and sizes dart through the twilight, their calls ringing like chimes in the wind. A small, furry creature with bright blue fur and large, curious eyes hops by, stopping to peer at us as if assessing whether we’re friend or foe. I chuckle softly at its antics, and it seems to sense my amusement, giving a playful leap before scampering off into the underbrush, leaving behind a trail of sparkli
*Zac* I can hardly believe my eyes as a helicopter's blades slice through the air, kicking up a storm of dust and debris. My body tenses, not sure if this is good or bad. The moment I see the figure stepping out, my heart skips a beat. It’s President Karina Horton, flanked by Nick and Cukier. They managed, they got to the actual president. The small group stride forward with an air of authority that demands immediate attention. "Let him go!" Karina's voice booms, cutting through the chaos like a knife. The guard holding me tightens his grip, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The President’s presence is magnetic, and even the bravest of men can feel their resolve wavering in the face of such power. "You are not in charge here… I take my orders from Braxton Hayes or Syler Smith only," the guard barks back, but I can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his confidence faltering with each passing second. “I am your President, and my orders outrank any other,” Karin
*Cynamon* I am sure this is where my life ends but suddenly, a piercing alarm shatters the tense silence of the room. The doctor's head snaps towards the sound, a mix of irritation and urgency crossing his features. He rushes to the intercom, pressing the button and speaking into it, but the blaring alarm drowns out his words. I strain to catch any hint of what's happening, but it's useless.He returns to me, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "It seems your human mate has made an appearance," he says, the syringe still in his hand. Then he mutters, mostly to himself. “What an idiot.” I trash against the restraint, “Zac is here, at the compound?” "If that’s his name, yes and you should be happy. You'll see him again soon, in the afterworld… or wherever freaks like you go,” he says. Panic surges through me, a tidal wave of fear and desperation. They can't hurt Zac. Not him. Not my mate. Clementine will need her father. Inside me, Zyka stirs, her presence growing stronger, fueled by
*Evangeline* The pain in my wing is sharp, a constant reminder of the bullet that tore through it. I grit my teeth, focusing on the road ahead while my magic works to heal the wound. It's more severe than I let on, but I can't show weakness now, Zac needs me to be strong. I know the magic will mend it in time, but for now, every movement sends a jolt of pain through me. Zac's voice breaks through my thoughts, a mix of concern and urgency. "You don't have to come with me, Evangeline. I know it's dangerous, but I... I can't wait any longer. But if you stay behind, I'll understand." I glance at him, seeing the fear and determination in his eyes. He's worried about dragging me further into this mess, but he doesn't realize that I'm already in too deep. "I'm coming with you, Zac. We're in this together," I say firmly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The thought of what might happen at the compound sends a shiver down my spine, but the risk is worth it if it means saving Cynamon
*Zac* The air crackles with the sound of gunfire. I see Evangeline's face, I am not sure I have ever seen anyone look that furious, but her eyes are full of determination, as she throws that paperweight. Then, it feels like the world is a blur. One second, I'm staring down the barrels of several very scary-looking guns; the next, I'm falling. Falling really fast to a certain dead. The wind screams past my ears, a deafening roar that drowns out the shouts and the still-echoing gunfire. As the ground rushes up to meet me, I close my eyes, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly it is like time slows, or actually I slow. My eyes springs open and Evangeline is there, holding me, her face pale, but her eyes blazing with relief. Those goddamn fairy wings are unfurled, shimmering like iridescent stained glass in the twilight. She looks strained, almost burdened by something heavy. Me. Her breathing is slightly laboured. She lets out a groan, and I feel like apologising for my size,