Hi Readers! What do you think Dr. Kilgore learned about Cory? What's up with those pills? Will this be a roadblock for Zahara and Cory? I hope you are enjoying it so far and please feel free to comment.
I make it to the hospital in no time. The entire trip, I kept trying to think of what the doctor would have to tell me. I keep coming up empty because Cory was just in the hospital and any issues would have been caught during his stay. Though I’m no doctor, I assume it must not be a medical issue. As soon as the receptionist sees me, she sends me into Kilgore’s office. I walk in and sit across from him. “Hello Alpha. I’m glad you were able to make the time to see me.” I nod in response. “You have made me worried. What is it that you need to tell me about Cory?” Kilgore takes a deep breath and runs a hand down his face. “Cory came to see me this morning and asked me if I could refill his prescription. He said he has been taking these pills for years because he dealt with anxiety and panic attacks that would make him pass out.” I’m lost because I fail to see how this could be troublesome. “The pill bottle had no label on it which is weird for a pr
~Nona~ I feel so dry. I’m sure it’s because of all of the crying. I know I cried for hours and it feels like I cried all the water out of my body. For the life of me, I would have never imagined that my mate would be the reason why I’m locked in this house. Not only am I locked in the house, but I’m chained to the foundation. Even if all of the doors and windows were open, I wouldn’t be able to make it out of the house with this chain attached to my ankle. I haven’t eaten; just sleeping and crying. I hate this damn mate bond. As hurt and disgusted as I am, I want Laslo here more than anything else. I want to run my fingers through his hair and feel his hands on my body. I want to feel his lips on mine. I keep dreaming about him inside of me and it drives me insane. I get disgusted feeling this way because Laslo doesn’t deserve me. How can he be okay with keeping his mate hostage? A mate is supposed to love and cherish you. They are supposed to put you above themse
~Cory~ I had an amazing morning. I spent it with Luna Amara and she is amazing. Zahara is very similar to her mother. I can see where she got her caring, nurturing nature. Zahara’s kindness led her to make friends with me when no one else would and I just know she got that from the Luna. Luna Amara took me on a tour around the pack and it was wonderful to see how her pack takes to her. Never have I seen Margaret loved like that. The pack respected her as their Luna, but it didn’t seem like many liked her, let alone loved her. Not too many members of the pack took an interest in me, but I’m okay with that. I wouldn’t know how to introduce myself anyway so I prefer to keep the questions away. The Luna and I had a picnic lunch in the garden and she told me many stories about her childhood. She also told me some great stories about Zahara as a child. I could almost see a young Zahara running around the pack grounds, enjoying life as a child. Spending time
~Cory~ I can’t even pinpoint the exact emotions that are running through me right now. It was already clear that I wasn’t really liked at my old pack. Those who were meant to be my ‘family’ just used me as a slave and a punching bag. I would have never imagined that someone also wanted me dead. What did I ever do to anyone for them to want to end my life? As crazy as that development is, I have a wolf. I HAVE A WOLF!!!! All of my life, I have felt useless and less than. I was brought up to believe that without a wolf, you have no real place in the pack. Wofllessness was so rare and those who did suffer from it, always suffered in silence. There is a wolf inside of me that will be free at some point and I don’t quite know how to deal with that. It isn’t a bad thing, but it is definitely unexpected. ~Zahara~ I head to my office after leaving Cory’s room. Mom has allowed me to use her Luna office as my own until I officially take over for my father. I ha
~Cory~ I can feel the brightness behind my eyes. It kind of hurts, but it’s also warm. I open my eyes to the bright sun. I turn to lay on my back and I stretch big; all of my muscles. I don’t remember falling asleep, still wearing the same clothes. I remember talking to Zahara and her telling me that my pack, my family, has been trying to kill me for years. The pain from learning that truth still lingers within me, but I don’t want to dwell on it. I don’t want to let it consume me. For the first time, I feel as if I have a second chance at life and I don’t want to lose that. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. I wonder how Zahara is feeling. I had hoped to speak to her again yesterday, but I guess my emotions overwhelmed me. I get in the shower, the hot water running over me. The thought of Zahara lingers in my mind. Her light brown eyes keep popping into my mind along with her thick, pink lips. I have never been with a woman nor have I had
~Cory~ I was ecstatic when Zahara walked into the dining room for breakfast. I wasn’t sure I would see her this morning. I had to remember that I was talking to her mother when she walked in. She is stunning and she had me questioning my existence. Zahara walks in with her braids in a low bun, tight blue jeans, a red halter top, red converse. The jeans cup her ass perfectly and her top hugs her chest. I can feel myself getting hard and I didn’t want to be found out. Zahara sits next to me and I place my hand on top of hers, drawing small circles on the back. I can feel small tingles, but I wonder if the feeling will become stronger as the wolfsbane leaves my system. The idea of gaining my wolf is exciting and scary at the same time. I hope he isn’t disappointed in being tied to a human like me. I know that getting my wolf will put me on level with Zahara and the others and I’m looking forward to that. Zahara is paying close attention to the food on her
~Nona~ I don’t know how many days have passed. To be honest, I don’t really care. I have stayed in the room since Laslo left that morning. I haven’t seen him or tried to reach out to him. I don’t know if anyone has been here or not. I can’t believe that this is my life; held hostage by my mate. My mate doesn’t think I’m good enough to be with him, but the Moon Goddess obviously thinks that I am. What I don’t understand is how he could feel that I’m not good enough, yet he won’t let me go. He could easily reject me, yet here I am chained to this house. What is it that I’m missing? The math is mathing, so to speak. I wish I had my wolf with me to figure this out. I wish I could call my sister. I have no one and nothing. I don’t know what to do or how to get free. I’ve been praying to the Moon Goddess since I woke up in here, but I’m not sure that I’m being heard. I drag myself out of bed and look outside of the window. It is evening time and th
~Nona~ The sparks jolt me out of my sleep. All at once, I open my eyes and his scent is consuming me. That scent…..that damn new leather and spice scent. Laslo is here with his lips pressed to mine. It isn’t enough that he kidnapped me and is holding me hostage. Now he feels he can come in here and kiss me whenever he pleases. I need to push him away……I need to push him off of me, slap him, get him to understand that I’m not some play thing that he can mess with. The mate bond is a strange thing. The mate bond has the ability to kill all logic and sensibility. I know what I should do, but having Laslo here, touching me……I just can’t seem to make my body do what I know needs to be done. I can feel my mind clouding up; my thoughts are not as clear as they were earlier. I’m so confused. I’m angry and I’m flattered. I’m hurt and I’m turned on. I’m disgusted and I feel loved. I hate this mate bond, but I don’t think I can bring myself to sever this connection.