I frowned, tossing around the seemingly soft bed that I was lying on, feeling highly uncomfortable. The need to discharge the content of my bladder was growing stronger and stronger by the minute, forcing me to open my eyes and take in the brightness that comes along with consciousness.As soon as I cracked open an eyelid, I regretted it instantly. The gleam of sunshine that hit my eyes sent a piercing headache to my skull, forcing me to shut it immediately. I winced and rubbed my eyes, trying it again and finally opening it to take in my new surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the tray of food beside me and my stomach rumbled. The other thing that I realized was the heavy nature of my body and the sandiness of my eyes and finally, I took notice of Dan, who was sitting patiently to my left, with a look of relief on his kind face.“What…” I tried speaking, but my voice sounded raspy and foreign to my ears like I haven’t used it in years. I frowned once again, rubbing the crook
My mother and Gilda were spoiling me severely. I was currently in bed, sitting upright with hundreds of pillows propped behind me. I was also weighed down by multiple blankets that my mother had smartly suggested to keep me warm even though it was scorching hot. I was hand fed a bowl of soup, even though I was neither sick nor hungry. I was also pretty sure I could use my hands as well, but who am I to object to their motherly whims?Just right after I had that conversation with Dan, I was greeted by multiple people who were worried about my welfare and came to check up on me frequently. The worst out of them was my mother and Gilda. Every waking moment, they took it upon themselves to pamper me rotten and take care of me more than I can ever imagine. My mother’s reason was understandable, the scare of losing her child was fathomable, but Gilda was doing it based on her pregnancy hormones and friendship. At first, I liked being doted on, however, after some time— a few hours— it grew
I dropped my folded clothes back on the bed with a frown. What the hell were they on? They’ve been actively avoiding me ever since I got back from the Vampire lands, who were they to tell me what to do? I understand the war might have taken away their attention, but it’s still no excuse for them to boss me around and then pretend like I don’t exist.“What?” I scowled, turning to them at their defiance. They stood in front of my door like a barricade, a sign that they were ready to do anything in their power to prevent me from leaving.“You heard what we said. We’re not letting you leave.” Jason answered boldly, walking up to me with a bold stance. I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood for his games. “You can’t tell me what to do. Besides, it’s not like it’s an impromptu thing, I told you about it before,” I replied, turning back to my clothes and folding them neatly in my suitcase. I did that while ignoring the burning holes in my back from their stares. “Fin
I stared down at the book in Jason’s hand. A wave of familiarity came over me, followed by confusion. I’ve seen that book before, a long while ago in Philly. It was the one that Jason forbade me not to read, so why was it here now? I didn’t think that it would play a big role in whatever ordeal we were having here, yet the intrigue and curiosity I had wasn’t quenched.“What…why did you bring the book over here? I remember it, but why is it here? And what does it have to do with what you just called me earlier?” I could stop myself from asking. I knew I should have just let them explain things to me and give me their reason, but it was hard to stave away my inquisitive nature. I didn’t want to wait anymore for answers, I needed them now, especially with all the mysteries surrounding my life. I needed to know chiefly, what Jason meant by the word, "mate". It sounded so…intimate to my ears. I don’t know if it was the way it rolled off his tongue or just the main connection to the word, bu
“Okay,” I replied firmly, much to his surprise and pleasure. I didn’t miss the look of desire and lust burning in his gaze, nor could I miss the shudder of excitement that threatened to wrack down through my body. It was a deal, yet I wasn’t able to shake off the exhilaration at the thought of being marked by them.Still, it made me wonder if I was out of my mind after the whole thing, or if I was just acting impulsively out of curiosity. Either way, it was quite troubling. The way I easily agreed to their terms without much of a second thought about it was very problematic for the most part. I could understand the pleasure of being owned by them, but this just goes to show that I was just that easily swayed by the triplets, despite my interest.I thought back to the leathery book that was held in Jason’s hand, some days back. Despite him bringing it to my room, he still didn’t show me its contents, which honestly ticked me off. What was the point, then?At least, if I could have take
My bottom lip wobbled pitifully, in an attempt to stave away the unshed tears brimming up in my eyes, but it was only a matter of time before it flooded out and came pouring down like a dam. And it did. Fat blobs of tears dropped down from my eyes onto my dress, before I could even process it. My vision turned blurry and my eyes felt hot and heavy. In a matter of minutes, I broke out into a loud and heart-wrenching sob.I thought back to each time I was with my mother and Dan, recalling the happy and content look on her face whenever she was around him. She seemed really in love with him, something that tugged at my heartstrings. How could I possibly ruin such a beautiful relationship as theirs? Dan is a nice guy. He does his best to take care of my mom and attend to her needs. He is also kindhearted and genuinely a great guy, from all the interactions I’ve had with him. He was the real deal. Someone who was perfect for my mother. Yet, fate decides to play cruel tricks on us and want
Our shoes stepped on the dry leaves of the forest floor, making a crunching sound at each movement we made. The sound of nocturnal creatures filled the air, covering the forest area that would have been silent otherwise. Being in this place gave me serious nostalgia and I couldn’t stop the small chuckle that left my lips at a recollection. How time flies, it seems.“What’s so funny?” Jared asked curiously, his mouth quirked up in a confused frown. A grin spread on my lips and another chuckle passed through me again. I related the moment to them and they all let out breathy laughs at the memory. It seemed like such a long time ago.“I remember Jason calling Jake a pussy eater,” I laughed at that. “Why did you even say such a thing?” I turned to Jason in amused askance. His smile soon morphed into a smirk and his eyes changed as well. It was dark, laden with lust and arousal. My eyes widened at the sight and I turned to the other two, realizing that their looks mirrored Jason’s. The a
“Jace!” I gasped, my mouth parting in pleasure at the feeling of his length rubbing against my tight walls. I threw my head back, the more he pushed into me. The fluttering feeling of bliss building up in my lower half was too much for me to bear.I gripped onto his forearms for dear life as he snapped his cock in me. I felt my breath get punched out of my lungs as he repeated these motions continuously, without stopping and adding a little more force in between his thrusts. I cried out, my back curving off the floor as he fucked me with no mercy, the noises that filled up the forest was lewd and carnal, adding to the sexual charge in the air. Moans tumbled out of my mouth seamlessly and I had to dig my nails into his back, scrambling for purchase, using him as an anchor, so I wouldn't get lost in my desire; the one threatening to eat me up alive. "Fuck," he groaned, snapping his hips against my skin, forcing his length to go even deeper inside of me, reaching parts of me, I didn't k
***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