*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 frisbee. She is laughing, and for some reason it makes my inside clench up. “Okay ! so nothing to do with her ... Nick’s girlfriend I mean, the one you have your eyes on constantly”.
“I haven’t ... fuck ... it’s nothing. She is with Nick ... so”. I sigh and hang my head. I hadn’t known I was being that obvious.
“But you ... what ? You are attracted to her ?” JR is looking at me curiously. He is always too good at reading me ... but this is hard to explain.
I rub a hand over my face. “I don’t know what to say. I ... when I first saw her, it was like everything changed,but in a good way ... like it just ... popped into place. Does it make any sense ?”
“It makes every kind of sense Zac”. JR says softly. “So how seriously do you think Nick is about her ?”
“Well ...”. I shrug slightly. “I think he likes her, but they haven’t ... she didn't want to share his room ... so ...”.
LZ nods. “He told me he likes her, but that he doesn’t see it becoming serious. I think it’s just kind of a fling to him”.
JR looks thoughtful for a moment. “Okay... so here is what we do. LZ will get Nick away ... keep him occupied for a bit ... and you go talk to her and see if you feel the same when getting to know her and how she responds to you”.
“You guys would do that ... but what about Nick ? I mean he met her first”. I feel nervous and elated, but also kinda bad.
“Nick will survive, as LZ says, it’s not like he plans to marry her. I believe deeply in love ... and I see how you look at her. I think there might be something really special here”. JR says grinning.
I get up. “Okay ... let's do this then. I mean just to see if ... if there is something here”.
*Cynamon*
“Is it okay if I borrow Nick for a bit ? JR can keep you entertained”. LZ says with a big smile, already guiding Nick away with a hand on his shoulder.
I am not that happy about being left, but I also don’t want to be clingy or problematic. Nick looks at me. “Is it okay honey ? I will be back as soon as possible ... you can trust JR”.
‘They are up to something’. Zyca warns me. Not that she has to, but what can I do ?
“It’s fine Nick, I can manage”. I give him a confident smile. I mean I am used to managing on my own, so I can do this. I mean what could happen ?
As soon as Nick and LZ are gone JR smiles at me. “So are you enjoying yourself ma’am ?”
“I am ... this place is amazing”. I smile at him. “But please call me Cynamon or CJ, there is no need to be so formal”.
“Sure ... CJ. Oh hi Zac”. JR smiles at Zac who walks over, my heart instantly starts to beat weirdly and Zyca is making a weird sound that I am not even sure what it means.
Zac sends me one of those glorious smiles. “Hi again darling ... Uh, your beautiful wife is looking for you JR”.
“Oh she does”. He gives Zac a small nod, then looks at me. “Excuse me, I better go see what she needs ... you will be safe with Zac”.
Part of me wants to tell him not to leave me alone with Zac ... not that I have anything against him of course. It’s just that he makes my heart, body and wolf act all weird ... and it confuses me. But I just nod. “Sure ... no problem”.
“So what would you like to do ?” Zac is looking at me, fiddling with his hands and kinda shifting his weight back and forth on his feet, like he can’t stand still.
“Uhm ... I don’t know. There is so much to do here”. I look around.
He bites his lip, looking thoughtful. “I can show you how to shoot the rifle, have you ever tried ?”
“No never, is that safe ? I mean, I am not really used to weapons”. The idea makes me nervous, but honestly I think it could be kinda fun to try. I am probably not actually allowed to handle weapons, but who is going to know.
“I promise you ... you will be perfectly safe”. He gives me a soft grin. “And so will everyone else”.
I breathe in slowly. “Okay then. Sure, show me”.
“This way darling ... you are in safe hands”. He walks over to where the rifle is placed, pulling a key from his pockets and opening a secured box that turns out to contain the ammo.
“Oh safety first I see”. I like that he has thought about that, with the gun laying around and such.
‘A good trait in a mate’. Zyca says as she stretches. I ignore her.
He nods as he expertly loads the rifle. “Well we have kids here, so I am definitely not taking any chances ... come over here darling”.
I watch as he lays down where I saw him the first time, and then he pads beside him, making me mumble. “Okay ... laying down. I can do that”.
So I manage to lay down, making sure my skirt doesn't slip up. Luckily there is no wind really, I don’t really want to show off my panties.
Zac starts showing me the different parts and explaining everything. He is actually really good at being like educational, without making me feel dumb. He shows me a shot, hitting the target farthest away of course ... but to be honest my focus is very much on his flexed bicep rubbing against my arm.
‘The build of an alpha’. It sounds from my annoying wolf. Again I ignore her.
“Okay now you try”. He hands me the rifle and I feel my hands shake slightly as I take it.
I try to place it right. “Uhm you are a great teacher Zac ... but I am not sure that I can do this”.
“Okay, let me help ... is it alright for me to touch you ?” He asks softly. “Just to show you the right grip”.
“Yeah ... it’s okay”. I nod. Honestly I love that he asks me first, not many men do and to me especially it means the world.
He moves closer ... like much closer and I fear my heart will stop when he slips an arm over me. I mean he is literally like laying halfway on top of me and Zyca is mewling like a cat in heat. His arms follow mine. “Okay like this”.
To say it is hard to focus would be the understatement of a century, even though he holds his weight mostly off me, his upper body is basically on top of mine, his breathing on my ear. “Like this ?”
“Yeah, I like that … I mean, yeah, like that ... let's go for the closest one first”. He says softly, almost resting his cheek against mine. “Breathe ... look at the target ... be prepared for a small backlash ... absorb it with your shoulder, don’t fight it”.
“Okay, I’ll trust you”. I breathe in, starting to push down the trigger.
Zac’s breath is warm and tingling when he whispers. “A little to the right darling ... and don’t hesitate. Now push it down smoothly”.
“Okay ... right ... smooth”. I move slightly and push down the trigger. Damn the backlash was harder than expected or maybe I was tense. But then I realize something. “I did it ... I hit it”.
“You did darling ... you have a talent for this”. His voice is still right in my ear.
Someone clears their throat and Nick’s voice sounds above me. “So I am gone for fifteen minutes and you are on top of my girlfriend ? Someone wants to explain this to me ?”
*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*“So miss Jankowski, you say your period started this morning, but the pregnancy test is very much positive ... right ?” The doctor is looking at me.I nod. “Well I started bleeding ... not very much so far though, but it never is on the first day”.“Let’s see what the bloodwork is saying about your hCG levels ... the nurse should have them done soon. Do you have reason to believe that you could be pregnant ?” The doctor pushes his glasses back on his nose.
*Cynamon* “Excuse me ?” I know it might seem a weird response.. but this is not how I envisioned getting proposed to ... and there is just too much happening. “No, we shouldn’t”. “We ... we shouldn’t ? But why not ?” I hear him swallow. ‘Cy, that wasn’t nice’. Zyca’s voice sounds. ‘Look at his face’. I breathe in slowly. I mean I don't want to hurt him. “Firstly ... that is not how to propose Zac. Secondly, this is so new and so much has happened l.. I need to digest all that before making more big decisions. And thirdly, we are not even officially dating, we are not public and we haven’t even ... shared our feelings, so marriage seems ... a very big jump”. “The third one I can easily change”. He looks at me. “Well to me we are dating, but if you want to put it into words; I think we should be exclusive and well ... I adore you ... I worship you ... I love you ... and about being public, no problem, we can do that”. “No”. It slips out before I have time to think. ‘Seriously wo
*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,