*Kyle*My people have reported that the Lombard farm is quiet. There isn’t any sign of danger, thus now I am second guessing what the teller told me. If the witch is in trouble, there should be signs pointing to that fact. Now I have to convince her danger is brewing without any tangible threat lurking. What a nuisance….Pressing my foot on the accelerator of my Pagani Huayra BC, the car jerks forward. I practice the speech I’m going to say to the witch; as I do, I wonder what she looks like. For a witch, twenty-one years of age is quite young. I can’t imagine having a meaningful conversation with an adolescent about how her life's in danger and how I can save her.Save her from who or what? I pray Mathias has assembled a group to attack the Lombard farm as planned. The attack will be fake, but should be enough to drive the point of danger across. I come to the rescue, sweep her off her feet, and boom. The girl is mine.As I direct my focus back to driving, I notice the road leading t
*Thelma*The fireplace's dwindling flame crackles; the air stills as the dust settles. In deafening silence, the imposing figure in front of me causes my mouth to turn dry.I didn’t need anyone to tell me that this was the hybrid, Kwaad, Madam Emma spoke of. The beast that had entered the house earlier had been both majestic and terrifying, standing at what must have been twelve feet, on his hind legs, with a delicate slouch. With white fur that reminded me of a ball of wool, I wonder how it would feel burying my fingers into that beautiful mane. His gray eyes had a pleasurably unsettling effect, reassuring in their reflectiveness, yet menacing. Kyle is daunting, even in his human form. His gray eyes are like silver-fire; I feel lost in their flame as he regards me, but I don’t want to be found. Not yet.He steps closer to me…his scent causing my head to spin. I step back, but can’t escape, as my back hits something hard…a wall. With a finger, he tilts my chin up to face him. I lic
*Thelma*Kyle grips the steering wheel of his car tightly as we drive further away from my home. I gaze out of the window into the dark. The darkness seems to reflect my feelings as we move further and further away from my comfort zone into the unknown. Tears burn the back of my eyes but I try to blink them away. The serious look on Kyle’s face tells me he isn’t one to sympathize with mopey women; he made that abundantly clear during my farewell with Roy and Ma. Although I can feel the heat radiating from the man sitting beside me, I feel so alone. I have no idea where we are going, and my emotions have caused my throat to clamp up; I couldn’t speak if I tried.We left the other man and Rhea behind. I’m not sure if they will follow us, but for now, I don’t see any other car. It’s only Kyle and me. Alone. Ma had placed her palm on the window as the car drove away, fat tears streaming down her face. The memory of Ma crying silently while Roy tried to look strong from the door breaks
*Kyle*I know the scowl I will find etched on her face before even looking at her. There is no reason to mince my words, or soften the blow of what is required from her.She’s attractive enough, and my body is already aching for her in a way I find both confusing and different. I am not a virgin, but I know I have never found my body reacting to a woman the way mine is at the very proximity of this witch.I can smell the subtle hint of wild lavender and strawberry marinating on her. It doesn’t help that merely by kissing her, it has stirred her to the point of arousal; I can smell her desire for me. This is making me want to just take her here and now in every way possible, but I have to control myself.“Sorry, you want me to do what?” Thelma asks.I hate repeating myself to anyone, but I admit, this is a rather serious proposal that probably sounds insane. It’s not just a question of lust and passionate sex, but rather one of life or death.“I want you to have my child,” I repeat as
*Thelma*The car drives down a dimly lit curved driveway. Artificial lights shine on the battered roof of what looks like a renovated nineteenth-century mansion. My breath catches at the sheer size and magnificence of the residence.As the car slows down and eventually comes to a stop, I marvel at the beautiful green ivy crawling across the stone facade of the mansion. Sterling silver buttresses line a wide porch where Rhia stands with the other man from earlier, and a young girl who looks almost my age. Chic surface designs hint at wealth. The well-manicured garden around the manor looks very well-kempt.“Show Thelma to her room,” Kyle barks as he throws the car keys at a young man that comes running toward us.The young girl steps forward with a wide smile on her elegant youthful face.“Hi. Where are your bags?” the girl asks in an overly cheery voice.I point at my small satchel. She seems perplexed at my lack of actual luggage. Kyle hadn’t given me enough time to pack much of anyt
*Thelma*The steam from the hot water in the shower has a calming effect on my taut nerves. In a matter of only three days, I have managed to meet more members of the Kwaad pack; some of them welcoming like Kim, and some like Yasmeen, not so much.Rhia has been so patient with me when teaching me how to get in tune with my powers. Luckily, we don’t learn in an actual classroom, which is a huge relief. Yesterday she took me to a creek where there was a beautiful fountain. The scenery was so relaxing I wish I could have just stayed there forever. If school always had this kind of backdrop, maybe I wouldn’t have minded it so much,The sound of the waterfall had put my mind at ease, paired with encouraging words from Rhia. I welcomed every part of the relaxing exercise; a complete paradox to my first night with Kyle which had been a total disaster. I still can’t believe that he threw me out of his room like a used tissue.I had just laid in bed, oily, like a fucking greased-up hog.Why ha
*Kyle*I slowly walk down the hallway toward my room; knowing Thelma is already waiting for me there, I wonder what to expect. The last time I saw her naked, I had been tempted to skip the foreplay and just take her. The way I am so sexually attracted to the witch is perplexing. I had planned to take her in every way possible, but I backed out right at the end. I am not a virgin; I have had my fill of women, but never one was a virgin themselves. She even told me she had never been with a man; I had broken her mouth virginity when I kissed her. That’s a lot of pressure…for the both of us.How is a man supposed to take a woman’s virginity? I had been told the first experience is always painful for the woman…how, then, do I restrain all this pent-up passion I have toward Thelma?I am nervous as fuck…I chuckle. The almighty Kwaad is anxious about having sex with a woman. I walk into my room, conflicting emotions overtaking me. It is dark, except for the moonlight and a few candles lit
*Thelma*The golden rays of the sun pour through the drapes. I blink, tears stabbing my eyes, and I turn to my side. I didn’t sleep a wink the whole night.Standing up, I walk toward the window. I shove the drapes aside and allow the light to wash over me.“Breathe, Thelma. Breathe! Happy thoughts!” I say to myself. How I wish my siren abilities could work on myself….But what they say is true: a physician can’t heal themselves.I cover my face with my hands and hold in my sobs. I took a shower after leaving–wait–after getting thrown out of Kyle’s room again. Afterwards, I felt so worthless, and had just laid on top of the bedcovers naked. I guess I was an idiot to think there could be an amendment to our agreement. I have to let the fact that I am nothing but his incubator sink in. All he wants is to impregnate me, period. He hadn’t made any promises of any kind, so why did I expect an ounce of compassion or softness from the ruthless beast?I feel exploited…gods, I want to go home
*Tobias*I look at the bloody mess in my bathroom and am thankful the maids paid attention when I demanded no one enter my room. Before leaving, I had made sure to lock the doors behind me for extra measures.I take a small cloth and begin wiping the blood on the walls. I open a tap and try to wash the one in the sink down the drain. Damn it. This particular move had really cost me a tooth. How else would I have made my attack believable? Pulling out my tooth had been excruciating.After I am sure the bathroom is clean and disinfected, I start washing off the makeup on my face and the fake blood from my hair and body. I wince when the towel makes contact with an open wound. The makeup had tied the whole look together, but I had to actually cause my body harm in case a doctor took a look at me.
*Thelma*What? Tobias attacked? By whom? I turn and run after Kyle wondering if whoever was trying to attack me is who attacked Tobias. I pray not; Kyle told me this place was safe and protected. How or where did Tobias run into danger?I smell blood as four men rush into the corridor with a wounded man on a stretcher. A pained sound comes from the man, who I hardly recognize as Tobias, is bleeding and both of his eyes are swollen shut. I push past Kyle and kneel beside the stretcher.“Tobias, are you okay?” I ask.The man struggles to open his swollen eyes; his cheekbones and jaw are bruised purplish-blue. Tobias rests shirtless on the stretcher that has been placed on the floor. It looks like someone whipped him mercilessly…repeatedly. The shredded f
*Kyle*The scotch I’m drinking feels great as the spicy liquid goes down my throat. I feel it as my Beta tries to mind-link with me, and I wonder what the problem is. It has only been an hour since I last spoke with him. Had Rhia given him a magical wedgy for leaving her in bed to run to my call?“What’s up?” I answer.“After I left the house, I went to see Leo and asked him to check if he can find anything about Tobias,” he starts.Ahh, how had I forgotten about Leo? He works with the human police. I could have asked him myself, but the thought slipped my mind.“Good catch, Beta. Does Leo know anything?” I ask and wait impatiently for his answer.
*Tobias*I survey my brother’s gray eyes and smile, which is more of a permanent scowl that has been etched on his face since my arrival. Although we are identical twins, I have always felt the absence of the bond twins usually share, partly due to the fact that we are a very rare breed of twins.Kyle inherited both vampiric and wolf powers from our biological parents, but I on the other hand was born devoid of the physical attributes and powers that my brother is blessed with. He has always been the best of our pair; he has everything I wish I could lay claim to.Our adopted Leviathan father had always praised Kyle for his power and level-headedness. He had trained with Kyle day and night to make him even stronger than he already was.I am the one who needed
*Thelma*I watch the spiral of the stairs below me as Kyle continues to carry me up them. I decide to stop struggling, as I am afraid this will just cause the giant monster who is carrying me to lose his footing and fall, which wouldn’t be beneficial for either of us.Once we reach the top, Kyle enters a dimly lit room; I can tell it’s his bedroom by the woody scent. He locks the door before walking over to the bed and throwing me onto it. I close my eyes and brace myself for the painful impact; I am surprised that the bed is soft and cushions my landing very well.When I open my eyes, they meet him, his orbs blazing with anger as he surveys me. Kyle’s eyes seem to flicker a red hue….I wince. Pure rage and disappointment, not like a parent has with their apathetic teenager, but something eve
*Kyle*The floorboards make a weird sound as I walk toward my bedroom for my date with Thelma. I can’t help but wonder if the house needs new floorboards already. Hasn’t it only been a year since Billy, the construction guy, put in new tiles?The thought quickly is pushed to the back of my mind as I hasten my footsteps toward the bedroom. I am both nervous and excited to see Thelma today.Hopefully my request for a bottle of champagne over ice with two flute glasses and a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries has already been prepared.Glancing at my Rolex, I realize I only have about thirty minutes to spare before Thelma arrives. I must prepare myself because tonight I plan to get her to fall in love with me–well, maybe a little bit in love.
*Tobias*Looking dejectedly in the mirror, I shudder. The scuffle between my anxieties and my bad mood is ongoing. The migraines aren’t doing anything to improve my disposition.Coming here was a gamble. I knew that this would put me back in the depressing position of always being compared to Kyle.He is always the better one, right? More handsome, stronger and obviously much more responsible. I am tired of being known simply as Kyle’s brother; I am a man with my own two legs to stand on. I have my own identity, and this time, I will claim my place just as Tobias Logan, not Kyle’s weaker sibling.Tobias the drunkard, the one who always needs saving…I am so over that narrative.The healer I went to see
*Yasmeen*I whirl at the sound of someone sniffling, probably weeping. The witch rushes past me and I can see from her wet cheeks that she is crying. I can’t help but smile, despite my head, which feels like an army of ants is marching up and down my scalp. My day has been going quite miserably considering how Alpha Kyle seems to be avoiding me and ignoring my advances. What the hell does he want? I am the type of woman men crave, lust for, think of when they pleasure themselves, and more. I raise a hand to my head and try my best to scratch at the itchiness caused by the stupid wig I am wearing. I can feel the headgear shift clumsily as I attempt to scrape aggressively underneath its lace surface. Damn it! How do other women manage to wear these things on their heads for hours on end and still look graceful? This thing feels like a hair hat that was made with remnants of lice. Trying to distract myself from the discomfort, I walk down the corridor toward where the witch came from.
*Thelma*An earthly scent swarms around the new arrival; it should be enough to quench my curiosity, but there is something unsettling about Tobias.He has a devilish grin that tells me he has more of a quirky and flirtatious side to him, unlike his brother, Kyle. With his dark curly hair, a tanned skin tone, defined cheekbones and almond-shaped brown eyes, Tobias looks nothing like his brother.“The two of you don’t look alike at all,” I muse. I clasp my hand to my mouth realizing I have spoken my private thoughts out loud.“Who is more handsome,” Tobias asks with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.I find myself mentally comparing the two men. Tobias is a little shorter than Kyle, but he is just