I blinked, and my mouth opened dumbly as I saw Jason standing in front of my door. What was he doing here? Did he want something from me? These were the only thoughts that filled my head upon seeing him. Realizing that I wasn't going to let him in any time soon, he pushed through, shoving me aside a little bit from the door.I let out a yelp of protest, stumbling slightly in time just to see Jason with his back pressing against the door and then locking the door behind him. I frowned. What was it this time? Why did he lock the door with us both in it? Questions flooded my head and the only way I could get my answers was to ask him."Why did you lock the door?" I blurted, taking a slight step towards him as I did. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off with a raise of my palm. "No, the most important question is; what are you doing in my room?" I didn't want to seem conceited by saying it was my room when it wasn't fully mine yet, but I really needed to know.He shrugged,
My legs trembled over his shoulders profusely as he licked his lips, looking up at my shaking form. I panted, struggling for breath as I stared down at him, my vision hazy and sated. A grin spread on his face, the satisfaction practically bursting out of him. He gripped my thighs once more, kissing each side of it.He made sure to place my feet against the ground properly and I instantly grabbed at the door handle, steadying myself on wobbly feet as he also got up, using his thumb to wipe my juices that spread all over his face, glistening in the light, into his mouth. He sucked on it, maintaining eye contact as he did. My breath hitched in my throat, the sexy action affecting me more than I'd thought."Consider this your reward, for publicly declaring that we are not siblings. It really shocked me, to be honest. Especially with how much you were persisting back at the mansion, I didn't expect you to burst out like this. I guess you felt the frustration too," he smirked. I struggled
"Good morning, ladies." Dan greeted us with a smile, his eyes setting on my mom instantly. I watched her face grow red in a matter of minutes and slightly cringed. It was nice, my mother being in a relationship and all, but I had to admit, watching my mother make lovey-dovey faces at her husband was something I never thought would occur right in front of me. In my room. What the hell?Dan leaned down muttering sweet nothings in her ear, making my mother turn extremely red as he pecked her cheek in affection. He walked to me with a smile and my eyes widened in shock as he also leaned down, trying to kiss me on the cheek as well. I flinched slightly, but didn't move away. It was awkward and an uncomfortable moment for me, but moving away abruptly would be rude of me. So, I just held it in, reluctantly leaning to the side to let his lips touch my cheek."How are you today, Cassandra? I hope you feel better now. Did Jason manage to help you calm down, last night?" I froze. My eyes bulge
Now's my chance. I can't let this go by so easily. "Mom, can you please excuse me? I want to have a word with Dan, in private," I emphasized the word "private", knowing that she would try to snoop around to know what we were talking about. On saying that, my mother frowned, as expected, hesitantly looking back and forth between Dan and me.Dan's brows shot up in surprise, I could see the curiosity in his eyes as he peered at me.My mother reluctantly left the room, locking the door behind her. Knowing my mom very well, her ear would be pressed against the door, the instant she got out. It was a very good thing that the room was soundproof, otherwise it would've posed a problem between us if she listened to our talk when I clearly said it was private."What is it you want to talk about?" Dan spoke up first, I could practically feel the waves of curiosity brushing off of him. "Well, I want to talk about Gilda," suddenly I felt self conscious of the things I was about to say and I didn
Things were going well. Or at least, that's what I thought. I stared at the three men in front of me, digging into the food I made for them heartily, and their attention was not even placed on me, for once. I wondered to myself what was happening these past few days, I really did.Ever since the day Gilda left my room to go to her parents' place, the triplets never sought me out, they never had discussions or talks with me, Jared suddenly didn't have time for me, Jake too was busy, he had no time to learn spells with me, so did Jason. Plus, neither of them really...did anything sexual with me since we came here, which was really frustrating to think about.They did this for a couple of days. It was a daily routine for me at this point. I would greet them in the morning, they would respond accordingly, they'll all rush out of the house immediately and come back late into the night. I would prepare dinner for them to eat and they would, digging into their foods like they were famished
I stomped into the hallway, my anger and frustration fueling with every step I took. They didn't fucking care, making me seem like some kind of whiney bitch. So they didn't care if I made dinner or not? They didn't care about my welfare and how I was doing? They're really taking this to the next level with their ignorance and it's pissing me off.They absolutely have no right to treat me like dirt, when I haven't done anything wrong. Even a simple, "hey, we're back, how are you doing? how was your day?" was enough to satisfy me, but no, they're acting like I don't exist. I didn't even do anything wrong! I made sure to openly express my distaste of being called their sister and I've done my best to be friendly to them, so why are they giving me the cold shoulder? They didn't tell me where they were going and they left me alone without any remorse. I would've expected this behavior from Jason, but not at all from Jared nor Jake. I was highly disappointed.Sighing, I stopped in my trac
I narrowed my eyes and my brows pinched together in confusion. Why was he always speaking in riddles and beating around the bush? What did he mean by "her"? Was I not up to his standards or what? But judging by the soft look he had, it seems to me that he meant it as a really good thing then. Was it some kind of code to the others? I mean, they don't know I'm right here, right? So why was he talking in that manner? Or was it something that was important to them? Or an inside joke?Just then a memory hit me, making me stumble back slightly. I realized that Jared had once said something similar to what Jason was saying right now. I remember him saying that I was the girl they were waiting for or something like that, which baffled me at the time. Now with what Jason is saying now, it may not be that far off from what Jared was saying initially. But what were these subliminal messages they were trying to tell me? "You're right. I didn't think it would be possible, but she managed to ti
I stood still, trying to process everything. What they said in the room not long ago and the fact that Jason was inching closer and closer to my room and I was yet to make a move. If he opens that door, he'll find out that I'm not inside there, he'll come looking for me.There's no way I could escape without being overly suspicious. Either I make a sound, my magic wavers a bit or he manages to sense my presence. And that wouldn't be good. I don't think he would appreciate me stalking them like some creep.Before I could even realize it, my legs moved swiftly into action, taking me to Jason, whose hand was already placed on my doorknob, ready to twist it open. With a little release of energy, I got rid of the concealing spell, making it possible for anyone to see and feel my presence now."Hey, what are you doing?" I asked casually, trying to keep my tone light and simple, so as not to draw attention or suspicions to myself. So far, it was not working. Jason jumped at the sound of m
***Our honeymoon at the resort was nothing short of a paradise. It was wonderful being able to flaunt my husbands out to everyone without living in fear of what people would say anymore. There was the occasional criticism from strangers, but it’s nothing that I couldn’t handle, especially not with my six-foot and above husbands threatening to destroy anyone that antagonizes me on sight.Husbands. The title made me giggle.In a paranormal sense, they were my mates and we were bonded on a more spiritual level than what the basis of marriage was, but it made me happier to call them my husbands, especially since it’s not far from the truth either. They even went as far to give me rings, three of them, which I wore each day and alternated when I felt like it.I was genuinely happy. I loved my life now and I wished my joy would never end. We ate together each morning and went sightseeing, sometimes we would lounge on the beach, and at other times we would go to the mall to shop or to the
It’s been months since the ordeal. Exactly three months since Jake and Jared regained their consciousness and opened their eyes from the coma. I sighed, watching the ocean crash against the shore in slow, rhythmical movements, enjoying the salty sea breeze. I had my mating ritual a week ago and currently we are on our honeymoon. I wouldn’t say that life had been easy on us, reaching up to this point, but I was just grateful that finally, I had my moment of peace and love. When the two of them woke up from their week-long torpor, they were happy, albeit, some of the Lycans took this as a chance to condemn us all. Apparently, the word that the four of us were in a relationship had spread like a wildfire, though we weren’t trying to hide it after the whole event. There was a huge amount of backlash and even when we explained to them that we were mates and even threw in the Red String of Fate theory to them, most of them ignored it and chose not to believe us. It was at that moment th
“Gilda. Let’s not go into hasty decisions,” Jason started calmly as if her words didn’t affect him in the slightest. “You’re an adult and honestly I’m fine with any decision that you make and whatever you find is best for you. I will respect it nevertheless. But do not bring that child into the equation, okay? Leave your baby out of it,” he pointed to her stomach sternly, his eyes narrowed to slits.Her gaze went defensive once again. “What are you talking about—”“Like I said, I will respect your decision, but leave the baby out of it. The baby has to be born before you carry out any plans you have in mind. Because I don’t think Emery would appreciate you doing that to your child, when he was so excited to see them,” Jason said, with an air of finality in his voice. His face and voice were cold and cutting, but it was just exactly what Gilda needed. She didn’t want any pity remarks or sympathetic looks thrown her way, she needed the reality check and Jason gave it to her on a cold pl
Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor beside the hospital beds beeped simultaneously, both soothing and disturbing at the same time. It pained me to see them lying motionless on the beds, but at the same time, I felt a sense of relief, just knowing that they were alive. It was good enough for me. The high-pitched electronic sound was my only hope in the dark. It was the anchor that was keeping me afloat. Without those two shrill sounds, I don’t know what I would do…It has been a week since the war. A week since we buried Dan, Emery and the rest of the people that died in the war. Surely enough, the whole community was thrown into a frenzy. Wails and tears everywhere for their loved ones and families, all the lycans were thrown into despair and devastation. I was still numb from the whole thing. I couldn’t even process that Dan and the others were gone, it all still felt imaginary, like a sick nightmare that I was ready to wake up from. To top it all off, Jake and Jared are in a coma
Jason’s words rang through my head like a siren and I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe that he would say that and give me up so easily. I looked at Jared and Jake, seeing their faces contorted in pain and agony, that I could also feel from the throbbing of my heart. They were slowly dying. If they don’t get those chains off of them soon, they will die. As disappointed and hurt as I was, listening to Jason’s negotiation, I understood that it was the best alternative.Damien looked surprised, yet at the same time he looked morbidly pleased with the turn out, as if he was expecting Jason to surrender in the first place. “Well, it’s up to you Cassandra. Do you agree to be with me in return for the release of your lovers, or if you want, I could kill them all right in front of you. Choose your pick,” he grinned at me, like he was telling a joke only he knew. I was disgusted.I looked at Jason once again, my chest heavy laden and heartbroken as I tu
Jason instantly turned to the man, giving him his full attention, but I, on the other hand, was finding it hard to keep my blush down. Was Jason just about to say that he loved me? I shook my head and tried to focus on the conversation in front of me. Now wasn’t the time.“…the helicopter is here to pick you up sir,” the Lycan said and that snagged me out of the previous thoughts I was having. “Good. Tell the pilot that I’ll be there soon,” Jason ordered, dismissing the man before turning to me. My stomach churned a bit and I had an idea of what he was about to say next. “Cassandra…I know you may not like this, but I would have to ask you to sit this one out—”“No,” I folded my arms across my chest and flared up at him. I can’t believe that he would tell me something like that. He opened his mouth to insist again, but I shut him down faster than he would have liked. He frowned this time, keeping his expression stern, though I knew that he wasn’t really annoyed with me, he just wante
Damien folded his arms, looking nonchalant and unscathed in the face of the catastrophe all around him. Blood spilled and splattered everywhere, guts and internal juice as well and the smell of smoke and ash with each breath he took. He barely made moves to kill anyone, watching as his men sliced, cut down and were also cut down by their opponents.Any onlooker who was watching Damien would see and notice his calm demeanor, but on the inside, Damien was fuming. One would think that he would be happy from all the chaos caused by him and the upper hand he had against the Lycans, but they would be wrong. He was in a rageful fit.It had been hours since he arrived in the Lycan Territory and began killing his way into the heart of it all. It had also been hours since he got feedback that Cassandra wasn’t even in the Territory at the moment, that she had been long gone since, even before the war started, so there was no chance of chasing after her even if he wanted to. He had tried to pry t
“What?!” Jason growled, the sound reverberating through my bones and it was not in the soothing way I was used to. He was pissed. The veins by the sides of his temple grew prominent the angrier he got, bulging in time with the ones around his arms and muscles. On any other day, I would have taken the time to admire them, but now wasn’t the right time to. My eyes sought his pleadingly, however, he was too far gone in his anger to even see me. “Do you know how risky and dangerous it was, keeping this secret from us?! I can’t fucking believe that you knew this for so long, yet you kept it from us! What the fuck were you thinking?! Do you know if the warlock had bad intentions towards you? Or what…do you really think that you can go toe to toe with him? Cassandra, I know that you are strong, I have seen your abilities and I don’t doubt your strength in any way or form. But I’ve seen his powers first hand and I’m very sure he could overpower you if he wanted to. That’s not even the point
Swoosh. My head felt like jelly as something akin to a rush of wind passed through my brain, leaving me lightheaded. Behind my eyelids, light in circular rings passed through them like a hypnotic wave, forcing me in it, as if trapping me and truly, that’s how I felt. The bed underneath me disappeared and though I felt stable, it seemed like I was floating on air. Even Jason that was in front of me had disappeared, leaving a trail of pixel-like splatters in his place. It was confusing, yet I couldn’t break my focus.Soon, the white light was replaced with multiple films of images swirling all around me. I frowned, wondering they were and what they could mean to me, when a sudden sense of nostalgia and deja vu hit me like a truck. I realized that in these moving images all around, each of them held a picture of me or rather, a memory of me. The ones where I was happy, the moments when I was sad, ones when I was angry, each of them were all inarguably me. It was bizarre, but then everyt