{ Sky } I keep telling myself I’ll go to my own room soon and leave Farrow to his own devices, but I can’t. I stay with him in the living room bed, in totally different ends of it… except not really because at some point we’re both right in the middle. Farrow wants to know everything he missed while he was ‘kidnapped’ so I try to tell him a few things, skirting around the other things I don’t want to talk about. But just like I thought, being around him feels good and easy. Just like it’s always been. “Hey, you two,” Rocky murmurs when he returns home and only then do I realize I’ve been sitting in bed with Farrow for over four hours, just talking. Having Rocky around reminds me that I need to go to my own room, so I tell them I’m not hungry tonight and I basically escape to my own room, away from Farrow and his captivating presence. Thinking that word makes me frown. He is captivating, more than usual. I can’t stop basically floating to him. Maybe he’s bewitching me now. {
{ Sky } I feel terrible today. I don't know what it is, but I woke up feeling weak and broken and so very tired. But hungry. So when I walk back downstairs after my nap and Farrow offers to make me something for breakfast, I say yes and I wait for him in bed. I mean, in the boys' bed, in the living room. He rushes to be of service to me and then comes back a little while later carrying a tray with waffles, fruit and sausages. No eggs, of course, because he knows me. "It's for both of us," he says when I widen my eyes in shock because there's like seven waffles in here and lots of sausages, but I feel like I could eat it all by myself, so I simply get settled in bed and when he joins me, I feel all stupid and giddy. We start to eat together and I try my best to not feel like this is a date. "You're still not going to work?” I ask, my mouth full. "Not today, Nico's got it handled and I want to make sure I'm back in top shape before going back for sure. I'll be working out her
{ Farrow }How did we end up this close? I didn’t even notice because I was so worked up about Bobbie, but… she’s right here. Like, right fucking here. "Well, I hate it," I mutter, except Sky also notices our proximity and she moves back. Fuck, "I just feel so... like I lost so much time." "It wasn't that much time, it's fine," she says, giving me a sweet little smile. My girl, she's so cute. I want to kiss her more than I want anything else, "We'll be alright." "Really? You promise?" I whisper, looking down at her lips for just a second. Sky swallows and her scent turns sweeter. She totally wants me to... "I need space," she blurts out all of a sudden and sits up harshly, moving to get up and walk away from the bed. Fuck me, "I'll go paint." "You're painting again?" I ask getting up to follow her because I can’t stand our distance now, she nods, "Can I be there while you paint?" "No, Farrow. Just... stay here. Or go work out, you wanted that, right?" She offers, taking a step
"No, I won't. You'll be better soon," I say, turning to him when we reach Bobbie's room. I look up at him and... I see my Farrow. But his face is slimmer and facial-hair free, he looks younger like this and it's messing me up inside, "You'll stop trying to kiss me." "I haven't tried even once," he says, but his eyes fall to my lips again, "Yet." "Farrow," I complain, hating and loving this on same amounts, "If we're going to live together, you have to stop. We're friends now. Only friends." "Fine, I'll stop," he rolls his eyes, "But you're free to send your boyfriend my way anytime." "I won't, you'd kill him," I laugh, leaning closer to him like I can't help it. "You think I'm stronger?" He asks, his voice dropping low and deep and I feel it in my... "I am. I will destroy him in a fight." "No, because there won't be any fighting," I say, snapping out of it again. I frown and push Farrow's chest back, "Farrow, stop. Come on, don't ruin this. I want us to reach a good place and be
{ Farrow } Maybe she really wanted to come inside the shower with me but couldn't let herself do what she actually wanted, so she tried to find an excuse to look at me naked. Like a little pervert. I chuckle at the thought and I let my hands wander around my own body. My lonely body. I haven't been feeling sexual at all lately, not since everything happened. I felt gross and disgusted, but today I've been fixed. Sky fixed my dick. Now it's hardening again for the first time in weeks and I really want her to deal with it, but no. Not yet. Or maybe not ever? Oh, no. That saddened my dick all over again. I sigh and turn the shower off. I'm not in the mood anymore. I put the towel around my waist and walk out of the bathroom. The closet is completely devoid of anything that belongs to me, but I'm not shocked. I remember clearly that the Anderson Gang burned it to ashes. And because of that, I walk downstairs and I go through Rocky's clothes to pick something decent to g
"Sure. Same," I murmur when Sky pinches my leg, but I catch the boy's blue eyes in the review mirror, "You hungry, kid?" "Uhm, yeah, I could eat," he murmurs, not even able to meet my eyes. "You're going to fucking crash," Sky whispers, pinching me again. God, she's doing some real damage. I turn my eyes to the road again, "So... how's the renovation going?" "We're almost done, we just need to finish the floor and then paint. Then I'll finally get my own room," the boy says with a stupid happy tone. Sky keeps the conversation flowing with him and when I look to the review mirror again, I see Bobbie re-applying her lipstick again. Dear god. When we finally arrive to the restaurant, the boy goes out first and helps Bobbie come out. Hm. Not that bad.The two of them walk closer to the restaurant while I wait for Sky to come out of the car. "You okay?" I ask again because she got lost on her own thoughts for a second. She blinks as she snaps out of it and nods, but she's so dis
"So, what's the deal? My daughter is mad at me, so she won't tell me," I say, giving my card to the lady, then I look back at him. "The deal of what? The fight we had?" He asks, nervously. "Sure, how was the fight?" I ask, looking at his fading black eye and lightly split lip, "You hit my daughter, Henry?" "No! I didn't!" He rushes to say, "She challenged me because... because...” "Because?" I push when he shuts up. "Because I said something that pissed her off. It wasn't bad, I don't think. I just said she always picked smaller girls to hit and that was shitty," he mumbles, looking down for a second. I scoff a laugh and finish the pay, but I don't move. I wait for him to continue, "She challenged me in front of everyone, so I was forced to say yes. But when the fight started I didn't do anything, I just took it. I figured I kinda deserved it for opening my mouth in the first place." "Well, yeah. You should hold your own if you're gonna talk shit," I nod, agreeing with Bob
The drive back to my mom's house feels like shit because even though I'm a grown ass woman, here she is again scolding me for yet another unplanned pregnancy. "You're just so dumb," she repeats, shaking her head at me as she drives, "And what are you going to do about Farrow?" “I have no idea whatsoever,” I admit, closing my eyes in stress. Today was so good, to be around him again... but now that I'm away from him, I can totally see I was acting like a dog in heat, in desperate need of him. We just kept floating to the same orbit and it was so good, but not really smart. He almost kissed me multiple times and I'm sure it's just a matter of time before he actually does it. He was totally trying his hardest to behave because it was the first day back home, but I know him. He’ll push and push my limits until he finally gets what he wants. ‘Henry's mom is driving me home right now. I don't wanna see my dad, so make sure you hide him. He embarrassed the crap out of me today, I'
The truth is staring me straight in the eyes, right there in the monitor, but I keep denying it to myself for another ten minutes.I mean, one baby was doable… but, two? I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Not to mention, little Alex is most likely going to be around too, since Hope didn't say no. So, the Anderson family is going to be running a daycare, basically. At least I know that my aunts are going to love that, they’re always complaining about how they never had any children. Now they’re going to be overwhelmed by the baby factory we have going on. "How has it been, spending time with Farrow?" Natalia asks. Somehow, I'm sitting in front of her desk again. I don’t remember moving, "The bond is only going to get stronger the weaker your wolf feels with this pregnancy." "Oh, great. This just keeps getting better," I let out sarcastically and take a deep breath, "It's really difficult to stay away from him, Nat, it makes me feel sick. But allowing him close to me is a bad idea
{ Sky } Now that the initial shock about my pregnancy has gone away a bit, I come back to my doctor’s office so she can run some tests on me just to make sure everything is going alright with Baby Number Two. It takes a lot of needles going into my body and almost two hours of waiting, but I don’t care. I’m not fifteen anymore, the chances of me just magically popping out another perfect baby are low. I have to be more careful now that I’m old. Hope is here with me and every time we stay alone, I wonder if this is the right time to tell her we want her to adopt a kid for Rocky, but I chicken out every time. “Alright, you’re hiding something,” Hope lets out when she can’t take it anymore, “You fucked him again, didn’t you? I knew it would happen.” “What?! I didn’t fuck Farrow, I wouldn’t!” I lie, but her eyes never change, “Fine, maybe I would, but I haven’t yet. And I won’t. Anyway, that’s not what I’m hiding.” “Spell it out then, this place is making me feel like I’m the on
After lunch with Nico, I drive to the main building to have a meeting with Alpha Frank and discuss money. The money I'm owed for being the biggest dumbass to ever live. Alpha Frank is a very straightforward and serious man so we get to the point in two minutes and when I look at the check he extends over his desk, my eyes widen to the size of the moon for one second. I have to force myself to stay calm. Holy fucking shit, I don't know why they're giving me so much money, but you won't catch me complaining. Not at all. "Lastly, I need you to sign this. You can take your time reading it," he says and slides a document my way, "It's just to make sure you feel happy with the outcome and this issue is finally resolved." I do read it, just in case they're trying to fuck me over somehow, but it's really only to make sure I won't make a fuss and keep exploiting this situation to get more money later on. Half a million dollars is enough ‘victim compensation’ for me, I don't need
"Stop moving," Rocky growls at some point during the night and elbows me in the ribs, “Seriously.” I try, but I can't stop. I just can’t shut my brain off, I keep thinking about how much trouble I’d be in if I just said fuck it and went into Sky’s room right now. I think Bobbie and Rocky would totally beat my ass into oblivion. But I kind of don’t even care and I’m considering to just risk it. The need to sleep next to her is out of this world. I wish I could touch her again, kiss her, fuck her... sink my teeth into her slender neck and make sure the fucking mark sticks this time. Forever. But I know it won't. The marks I gave her over the years never took because even though we’re compatible, we’re still nowhere near mates. The marks always heal in a few days, so I just stopped doing it at some point because it was more frustrating to see them fade away than to see her bare neck. That’s why I decided to go a different route and just adorn her neck in other ways, with the p
I bury my hands on Farrow’s soft hair—longer than usual at the moment—and I shift my hips lower, just to feel him a little bit. I promise, I’ll stop this before it turns into something else. I promise. Farrow makes a low growl when he feels what I’m doing, he takes two steps until my back is against a wall and he can align himself perfectly to me. I feel his hardening length against my center and I can’t help myself anymore.I hold on tighter and I grind at the same as him… "Mom, what the hell?!” Bobbie absolutely bursts our bubble out of nowhere. I gasp in shock and Farrow scrambles to put me back down, then we're all in the most uncomfortable situation. Bobbie is looking at us like she’s horrified and we're completely embarrassed, "You... what..." "What are you even doing up?" Farrow asks, his tone a lot harsher now that he's embarrassed, but that only makes Bobbie narrow her eyes at him, "You should be in bed by now." "I came here just to ask something, not to get traumatized!"
"Attention back to me, please," Rocky mutters, pinching my arm to make me snap out of my eye-locking with Farrow. I yelp and move away from him, "What would Hope say? I need her advice but I don't want her fucking nagging me about this." "Uhm, well, Hope is extremely anti-Cassie or anything to do with her," I remind him, he makes an annoyed face, "However... she has a soft spot for kids and I think she would think the same thing, that Alex shouldn't go to the orphanage. He's only a baby. How old is he?" "Four," he murmurs with a sigh, then looks at Farrow again, "How was raising a four year old?" "Bobbie? She wasn't too bad at that age," Farrow responds, moving to grab a new beer from the cooler. He offers one to me, but I shake my head, "I think one, two and three were the most difficult years, then four through ten were absolutely amazing, Bobbie was the sweetest little girl. After ten, though... that's when you lose them.” He’s so dramatic. She just stopped being obsessed
There’s chatter as I walk to the backyard, but as soon as I reach the guys standing in the corner next to the grill, Rocky shuts up and the vibe gets awkward immediately. I narrow my eyes at my big brother and I stay there, unmoving."Shit, Sky, you're creeping me out," he complains, but he's still refusing to meet my eyes."What were you talking about just now and why did everyone got quiet when I arrived?" I ask, looking at the three men, all of them very focused on their own thing. Farrow is now checking the ribs like it's life or death, Nico is pretending to text and Rocky just shrugs."Nothing to do with you," Rocky responds, but he's defensive. I know he wouldn't talk about any of my secrets, so I don't think it's that."Was it about Cassie?" I cross my arms. Nico is the only one who remains impassive but both Farrow and Rocky get nervous, "I knew it! He's obsessively talking about her again, isn't he?""So what if I am?!" Rocky blurts out, swinging his beer so hard, Nico’s ches
"If you're scared Farrow will try to fight you, don't worry about it," I try to appease him, but as the words are coming our of my mouth, I start realizing I can't actually promise that. Farrow’s not as quick to start a fight as he used to be. Or even if he starts one now, it's shouting first, not straight up running to tackle a guy to the ground and ram his face like he did in school, "Actually, there’s a chance he will… but he's weaker than normal at the moment, so if you were to fight him… right now would be the right time." "Sky," he lets out like he can't believe me and laughs, "I don't want to fight at all." 'Not even for me?' I want to ask in bewilderment, but I instantly discard the thought and remind myself that it isn't all that normal for a man to constantly be ready to disfigure someone for you. Or to growl at anyone who even dares to look at you too much, like Farrow does. It's not the norm, even if I'm so used to it. And it's not a representation of how much a man
Cameron is wearing jeans and a basic black t-shirt, which throws me off my game completely because this isn’t… him. He's always wearing formal clothes, even at the most casual of times. At the very least, he's wearing khakis or linen pants, never jeans. Jeans are Farrow's thing. But jeans and a black t-shirt? That's basically Farrow's daily uniform. They are two totally different men, they can't start fucking fusing together in my head now."Hey, gorgeous," Cam says as I walk closer to him. I haven't seen him in a week, so I don't think it's weird when he hugs me and goes to kiss my lips. The kiss is perfectly fine and quick, but it doesn't really do much for me this time. Not to mention, my wolf is not happy. But I'm not happy with her either. She's willingly and consciously putting us in a difficult situation, bonded to a man who broke our heart and isn’t meant to be ours anymore.'He's my mate!’ She fights. Not really, dummy. You're just hormonal and crazy.Cam grabs my hand a