Hope is sprawled next to me and my eyes feel puffy as hell, but thankfully my headache has subsided. It’s already six thirty AM so I put on some of the clothes Hope brought from my closet last night and I walk to the kitchen to make some breakfast for my daughter. Because life moves on and I guess you have to keep living it, even if it fucking sucks. Even if your entire world got turned upside down and you want to dig a hole in the ground and make it your new home. And even if the man who swore he would rather die than hurt you f— "Good morning," Bobbie grumbles a while later, walking into the kitchen and stopping my thoughts. She’s already dressed for school, "Dad's still not here?" "Nope," I answer. My daughter sighs, but she doesn't say anything about it, she just sits down while I finish, "I'll be the one to pick you up from school today, I’ll drive you to the center." Bobbie is looking at me with a firm frown on her face as I approach the breakfast table with her plate and
"Rocky," I let out and walk to put my hands on his chest and make him look down at me, "I don't want you to lose your mind over this. I need you to be my support during this time, can you do that?" "Probably not. But if Farrow is in the hospital fighting for his life, you won't even need my support," he says, still not backing down. I open my mouth again but he silences me, “No, Sky, this isn’t just a bad situation he put you in, this feels like a terrorist attack on the Anderson family. Farrow has been a part of us for two decades, so he cheated on the whole family, not just you. He has to pay for that. No one fucking cheats on my family.” Farrow definitely did. And he stole the Anderson family’s silk robe to cover that bitch, too. "Please, Rocky, just…” I don’t know what to do, so I go for the big guns and I hug his waist, "I don't need you to fight for me this time. I just need you to be around so I can lean on you emotionally. And I need you to make sure Farrow won't take
"Yes, he's been cheating," I respond, making her clench her fists. I fucking hate how much she looks just like Farrow, especially now that she's ready to punch someone. "I will kill him," she states in a growl, "And I'll drag whoever that bitch is." "Bobbie, enough," I stop her, because that's officially too much, "I choose to tell you because you're mature enough to understand, but you're still a kid whether you like it or not." A kid taller and stronger than me, but still. "So, is that why he's been ignoring my texts?" she asks, with a scoff, "I've been texting him nonstop since yesterday and he hasn't responded." "I don't know, but... listen," I get in front of her and grab her arms to keep her there, "He's my husband, he cheated ON ME. He stopped loving ME, not you. He'll always be your dad and I promise, he loves you with his life. You can be mad at him and I hope you are because what he did is fucked up... but he's still your dad, okay? And he's a good one. So, don't
"I-I mean... it's fucking gold, Hope. And diamonds and actual precious stones,” I say as a last attempt to save them. "Fine, we'll pawn them later," she scoffs and rolls her eyes, "But throw your rings to the pile. It's symbolic." "No," I whine. They're also gold, they will probably melt in the fire, "Guys, come on." "Take them off or we'll take them off for you," Rocky adds, taking a menacing step towards me, "I'm not kidding." I don't want to. But seeing how serious my brother is reminds me of the reason he's so angry. Farrow fucked someone else in my house, in my bed, he gave her my robe and left with her. Even if I'm not ready to get over him and I still love him with my whole heart… we're completely done. There is no coming back from that, no matter how much I would want to. "Okay," I finally whisper and I take my rings off, then my necklace. My brother points at the pile. "Do it, mom," Bobbie encourages me, "Throw them."I do it. Hope was right, this is symbolic
I find Rocky on the living room—his and Danny's new room—so I sit next to him on the couch, his new bed. "Farrow will be here at eight," I inform him. My brother's eyes immediately sharpen and he grabs the TV remote to turn it off before just looking at me, waiting for the explanation, "He wants to speak to Bobbie, not me. He wants to explain what's going on and I think he has a right to do it." "He has a right to choke on a dick," he lets out, but takes deep breaths, "Does she even want to talk to him?" "Probably not, but that's her dad," I say, he looks at me as if he doesn't care, "That's going to be her dad forever, she needs to listen to him and then figure out how to proceed. Imagine mom and dad divorced, would you just be okay with never seeing dad again?" "If he cheated on my mom, yeah, I would fuck him up and then tell him to never show his sorry face in our home again," he says without hesitation, but then I remember he's a momma's boy. "Right… what if mom cheated on da
"I didn't know how to say it, Sky," Farrow continues, but I just shake my head and hold onto my sister's arm. I can hear my heartbeats louder than anything else, "And I wish I handled that better, but I didn't know how to handle the pull, the fucking... the need to be with her. Danny, you get it, right? It's impossible to deny anything to your fated mate. Violet wanted to have me as soon as we felt the bond. And I wanted it, too. I wanted to have her more than I've ever wanted anything else." "She doesn't need to hear that," Danny snaps while I'm still losing my fucking mind. My wolf is pushing her pain on top of mine and it's unbearable. But, that girl being his fated mate? That clears all the confusion about his strange behavior and makes everything make sense. Of course he would lose his mind for her. Of course. It’s textbook fated mate behavior. The insta-love, the immediate desire and need for each other, the ‘pull’ he’s talking about. "Keep it together, Sky," Hope growls, l
{ Farrow } This is the last straw. The second Bobbie started acting like a fucking bratty bitch, I realized I have nothing to do in here anymore and there’s absolutely no reason for me to be begging her as if she’s that important in my life? I literally gave her life, she should be begging me. The universe is clearly showing me this is not my place and this is not my people. Bobbie feels disgusted by me? Fine. I feel so fucking done with her. I don’t need her. Or anyone in here. Why would I spend any time trying to make this people understand what's been going on with me? Of course they won't. Sky is their precious little princess that can do no wrong, none of them will ever be on my side. And I don't fucking need them to, so I don't give a shit about their opinions. Before leaving, I try to go upstairs to get some more clothes because I already know I won’t be coming back, but of course that fucker Rocky is behind me. And Danny is following us in silence. "There's nothin
As soon as we wake up the next day, we start fucking again. No questions asked, we just grab each other at the same time. I've been insatiable lately, but Violet is even more insatiable than me, she really can't go more than ten minutes without touching me and begging for my dick. She’s absolute perfection, a fantasy come true. Any man would sacrifice everything to have her, just like I did. And I really want to go to work and tell the guys all about her, brag about my mate, but I haven't been able to go there in… a few days? I don’t know for sure how long it has been. "No, don't go," Violet whines when I try to get out of bed, "Farrow, this is like our fated-bond honeymoon. I need you inside of me at all times... do you want to anger my wolf?" "No. No, of course I don't want that," I respond, allowing her to bring me down to the mattress again. And the second I’m down, she jumps on top of me and I know right there, I'm not leaving this room for nothing and no one, “Okay,
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