"If the council can find another real witch, then I guess I'm on your side," Cassie murmurs, not sounding too sure but knowing that's the best option she has, "But I really need protection, I’m not exaggerating. Violet saw me with you guys, if something starts to go down, they'll know it was me and they'll come get me. Ozzy knows about this house." "No problem!" Hope gets up, all frantic, "There's a woman shelter, they'll welcome you and your son for as long as you need to. Seriously, my mom knows all about it, she'll help you out. Go get your stuff right now, we need to set this in motion immediately." "I can help her pack while you talk to mom and explain everything," I tell Hope and she agrees, but she doesn't leave us alone. She follows us upstairs to Cassie's room and tells every little bit of the story to both of our parents while Cassie pulls her and her son's clothes out of the closet and I fold it into her two suitcases. "Dad's on his way with Alpha Frank,” Hope says wh
The breakfast next morning is goddamn tense as hell. Bobbie is the only one who is acting normal and eating like she's starving, but the rest of us are just sitting there, all of us lost in our own thoughts.I’m exhausted and worried, so I’m just looking at my empty plate. I know I should get some food even if I’m not hungry, but I’m really not feeling it right now. "Did something happen, guys?" Bobbie breaks the silence, bringing me back to the present. Her cheek is dirty with ketchup, so I wipe it with a napkin, "Is it about me crying last night? I know it's embarrassing, but whatever. Pimps can cry too." "Pimps?" Rocky repeats and laughs, snapping out of his own thoughts, "You're so stupid, Bob. I didn't even know you cried. Why?" "My bitch ass dad," she rolls her eyes hard. Normally, we would all jump on the Farrow Hate train with her, but this time we just get even more tense and awkward. Bobbie frowns, "What is it, seriously? I thought we all agreed I'm mature enough to know
{ Farrow } Witches. Goddamn witches. They bombed my entire fucking existence and I wasn’t even aware. For this past week, I've been in jail and then in the hospital, mostly all alone with my own thoughts and my furious wolf. And the healer. It didn't take too long for the weird fog to disappear from my mind and for my wolf to wake up. That was my only saving grace, according to the healer, him being asleep. He is a lot stronger than me… and a lot smarter too. He disconnected from me as soon as I started being messed with, but the fucker didn’t even try to warn me or something, he just said peace out and left. "Are you hungry today?" A nurse asks, coming into my room. I simply shake my head, "You need to eat, Farrow.” When I finally look at her and the cart she's pushing inside the room, I frown in confusion. She's not bringing the usual hospital food, that looks like steak. Two plates. And sides. And beers. "Former Alpha Noah will be joining you today, he asked for this s
"You're not the first man to go through this, Farrow,” Noah continues, “But you're the first one to snap out of it, we should be happy.” "What do you mean?" I push the table away from me so I can sit up better, "What happened to the others?" "They either lost their minds… or died," he responds, messing me up inside even more. What the fuck? I could have died? "Ozzy is a powerful witch. Dangerous. She doesn't just scam men, she feeds off their energy until there's nothing else. She drains men of life and then leaves them to die. She doesn't kill them with her bare hands, but she's guilty all the same. And the other girls are just as guilty for bringing those men to her, including Violet.” I can just blink. I didn’t even think about the possibility of other men going through the same shit, but it makes me feel a little better to know I wasn’t the only idiot. "Why was I different? And how did... how did you guys even find out about what was going on?" I finally ask the question g
I already knew that thing about the glamour spell, Healer Erika told me, but she didn't show me the pictures. I thought it would be just a little thing, I had no idea the difference would be so noticeable. But, holy shit, I really got played. For some reason, this picture makes everything just darker and realer for me. That girl I remember doesn’t even exist. I fell for an illusion. Also… everyone just saw me changing my gorgeous, perfection of a wife for that ugly bitch and said nothing? Not that it matters because of the supposed fated bond, but still. Damn. "You were a mindless beast, Farrow. Even if it doesn't feel that way," Rose repeats, looking at me with pity. This time, I believe her. I thought I was being a horny piece of shit, cheating on Sky because I fell for a dumb spell… but now it actually feels like I was brainwashed. That spell made me hallucinate a whole different person. Oh my fucking god. I really got myself brainwashed, how embarrassing. "What
Noah Anderson came into my life nineteen years ago just like this. Passively commanding and assertive, taking control of everything. He has a soft face and a calm voice, but he gets shit done. Always. He's more like a father to me than my own father, who I barely remember. I walk to the bathroom to get dressed but I avoid looking at myself on the mirror because it's depressing as shit. My body is gone, my strength is gone. I have gained a lot of weight since I’ve been here, but I still don't like the reflection, so I avoid looking at it. Once I'm ready, I follow Noah outside and when I go to have a talk with my main doctor, I make sure to thank him and apologize for being difficult at first. I thought there was nothing wrong with me except being skinny, but I was severely malnourished and dehydrated. My organs were about to stop working and my muscle mass was basically gone. I actually needed the recovery. Being outside in the daylight feels weird and unreal. I don't remem
Instead of walking inside the hotel, I decide to go on a walk to the shopping mall and get myself a new phone because Violet got rid of mine at some point. She said I didn't need a phone because she's the only person I needed to talk to. And I simply agreed to it, like a fucking idiot. "The cunt’s fucking dead now," I remind myself out loud in the middle of the store to calm my growing anger. I hand over my debit card to buy the new phone, not knowing if it'll even go through. Thankfully, it does, so I spend the next half an hour sitting in the store, setting up the new phone. I know only three phone numbers from heart. Bobbie's, Sky's and Nico's. All three of them hate me, but there's only one person who I wasn't warned not to contact. "Yes?" Nicola answers the call almost immediately, "Who is this?" "Hey, man... it's Farrow," I say, scared as hell. He stays silent, "I was wond—" He hangs up on me, but it doesn’t shock me. Nicola is the number one most resentful p
"You wanna get wasted?" Nico asks, I nod, "Then we'll get wasted. I mean, I know how much she means to you. And I would shoot myself in the head if I ever lost a girl like Sky." "There's always that possibility," I murmur and just watch him as he walks to his mini-bar and grabs a bottle for us. An hour later, we're both wasted and it only makes me even more emotional. I haven't allowed myself to fully think about Sky, but now I can't help it. It all comes back. Skylar Anderson came into my life when I was nothing. Just a lonely little boy. My father had just died and that pissed me off. I didn't give a shit about his death except for the fact I was only ten years old and I knew I couldn't live on my own. I knew it would become a problem and they would try to get me away from my house and Nico. I wasn't expecting Alpha Noah himself to show up to my house with his three fancy kids, though. And I wasn't expecting him to respect me and my wishes and let me live on my own like I had b
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