DrakeI looked up at my mother, and she returned my gaze with a soft, knowing smile. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation I knew was about to come. “Since you are mated to Dad, how has life been?” I asked, my voice trembling. She took a moment to consider her words, choosing them carefully. “Life has been a journey of ups and downs,” she said, “but I have never regretted my decision to be with your father. It has not been easy, but it has been worth it.” “Has he ever cheated on you?” I asked, the question hanging in the air between us. She seemed taken aback by the question. I saw the hesitation on my mother’s face, her eyes searching mine for a moment. But I needed to know the truth. I needed to know if what I was feeling was normal, if I could trust my instincts. I was holding my breath, waiting for her answer.“No because we are mates,” she said, her voice steady and sure. “The mate bond is strong. If he were to cheat on me, I would know immediately. It is
DrakeI stared at Zelda, her eyes filled with questions, but she seemed to be holding herself back, biting her tongue. I could see the wheels turning in her head, her thoughts racing behind her eyes. But I couldn't guess what was bothering her, what was keeping her from saying what was on her mind. I felt like I was in the dark, trying to figure out what was happening, but unable to see the whole picture. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I was afraid of the answer.We sat there, staring at each other, the silence hanging between us like a weight. The only sound was our breathing, heavy and labored. It was as if time had stopped, and the world had gone still. We were frozen, trapped currently, unable to move forward. I wanted to break the silence, to say something, anything, but I was paralyzed, my lips sealed shut. The tension in the air was palpable, suffocating. I felt like I was suffocating, gasping for air, but unable to breathe.“Do you have a mistress?” she blurted out,
Zelda“I will be right back,” Drake said in a firm tone, and I nodded. I watched as Drake left the room, the door closing behind him. I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes closed, not wanting to see my reflection, not wanting to see the worry and fear written on my face. I tried to focus on my breathing, taking deep, slow breaths to calm my racing heart. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, the sound deafening in the silence of the room. I tried to focus on the sound, and attempted to grind myself in the present moment.His words echoed in my mind, over and over again. “You are the only woman in my life.” It was like a knife to my heart, a betrayal I had never felt before. How could he say those words to me when I knew he had lied? I remembered the lipstick stain on his shirt, the one I had seen on my sick bed, the day I had found Amelia in our home. The memory was still fresh, the pain still raw. I wanted to scream, to cry, to break something. But instead, I stood there,
DrakeI made my way to the pack’s doctor's, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed answers, and I hoped that he would have some positive news for me. The thought of Zelda being poisoned was too much to bear, and I needed to know who was responsible. As I approached the doctor's office, I felt a knot of anxiety form in my stomach. I opened the door and stepped inside, bracing myself for whatever news he had to tell me.I knocked on the door, and a guard stepped out. “The doctor is attending to a patient right now,” he said. I nodded, trying to calm my racing heart. I paced back and forth in the hallway, each step taking me further from the answers I so desperately needed. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. I looked at the clock, willing the hands to move faster, to bring me closer to the moment when I could finally talk to the doctor.The door swung open, and the patient emerged. He bowed his head in my direction, and I responded with a polite nod. I watched
DrakeAs the door swung open, I was met with a sight I never could have imagined. There, in the middle of the room, was Zelda and Amelia, their eyes locked on me. Zelda's lips were curled in a wicked smirk, her eyes glittering with mischief. And Amelia, her hands on her cheeks, her eyes wide with surprise, her mouth agape. I stood frozen, my mind racing, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. My heart began to pound, my head spinning, as I tried to process what this could mean."What's going on here?" I asked, my voice firm, my tone demanding answers. I stared at the two women, my gaze shifting from one to the other. Zelda's expression remained unchanged, her smirk still in place. But Amelia's face flushed, her eyes downcast, refusing to meet my gaze. "Ask your mistress," Zelda said, her words dripping with malice. I wanted to reprimand her for referring to Amelia as my mistress, but I had more pressing concerns at the moment.I waited, my patience stretched to its breaking poin
ZeldaI said nothing, even though I could tell he wanted me to. I simply turned and walked over to the mirror, sinking onto the stool. I could feel his eyes on me, but I kept my gaze fixed on my reflection, my jaw clenched. I was beyond angry, my thoughts swirling, my heart racing. I couldn't believe he had done this, had put me in this position. And yet, a small part of me couldn't help but wonder if I had brought this on myself.I saw him approaching me through the reflection of the mirror, and I rolled my eyes, my anger growing. “Why the attitude?” he asked, his voice laced with frustration. And that was the final straw. My anger bubbled over, and before I knew it, I was turning around, my eyes blazing. “Don't you dare ask me that,” I hissed, my words like ice. “You are the one who put me in this position, not me.” I could see the surprise on his face, the realization that he had crossed a line. But it was too late.“I never asked for Amelia to show up here,” he said, his voice
ZeldaI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believe I was going to stoop this low, but I knew it was the only way to get through to him. I opened my closet and began rifling through my clothes, tossing them onto the floor. When I finally found what I was looking for, I grabbed it and left the room, leaving a trail of chaos behind me. I had one thing on my mind: confronting Drake. But first, I had to get myself together, to make sure I was ready for whatever was to come.When I walked into the room, I saw Drake rubbing his forehead, his jaw clenched. I knew that look; he did that when he was angry and confused at the same time. But right now, I am do not care. I flung the clothes in my hand at him, watching as they hit his chest and fell to the floor. He looked up at me, his eyes full of confusion and anger. Yet, I couldn't let myself be intimidated. I had to stay strong, and had to stand my ground. I wasn't going to back down, no matter what.He held up the
ZeldaIn a moment of madness, I grabbed Drake’s by the collar and pulled him close, crashing my lips against his. The taste of his mouth was like a drug, overwhelming my senses, driving me to the brink of insanity. The feel of his body against mine was like a familiar memory, one that had been locked away for far too long. I can feel how he grows underneath me and as much as I want to deny it, I can’t help but say, I have missed his dick. I can’t even think straight right now, the only thing I want is his dick inside me and pleasuring me as usual.Drake’s lips left mine, his eyes boring into me, a look of conflict in his gaze. “I would rather not hurt you, Zelda,” he said, his voice low and pained. I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the confusion I felt. Hurt me? What did he mean? But before I could ask any questions, he continued. “You are still sick,” he said, his expression grave. “You shouldn't be kissing anyone right now.” My heart sank. I hadn't even thought of that, but now