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
DrakeThree years later.I stood at the grave, my hands clutching the flowers I had brought. My kids stood beside me, their eyes fixed on the stone before them. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat. “Owen looks exactly like you,” I said, my voice quivering. “I know you're not here, but occasionally I believe you are.” I paused, my eyes hard as I looked at my kids. “He's as strong as you are. He's selfless, just like you. You would have loved him.” The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.“Sometimes it's difficult to believe that you're not here with us, that I won't ever hear your voice again or feel your touch. Sometimes I think it's all a nightmare, that I'll wake up and everything will be like it was before. But I never do. The truth is, life without you is hard. I find it hard to trust anyone, to open up to anyone. “My kids ran off, giggling as they chased each other through the grass. I got up to follow them, making sure they didn't go too far. As I walked over to whe
ZeldaNine Months Later.I looked in the mirror, my eyes drawn to the slight bulge in my belly. I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling the life within. It was a strange sensation, one that filled me with both joy and fear. I was growing, my body changing, my life changing. But I was still me, still whole. And that was all that mattered to me. I traced my fingers over my cheeks, feeling the slight swelling of my nose. Drake said I looked beautiful, but I couldn't see it. All I saw was a monster. But he loved me anyway.He still wasn't happy that I was keeping the pregnancy, but I knew in my heart that this was the right decision. I wanted to have this child, to give Drake the heir he deserved. He might not have needed it, but the pack did. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenge ahead. I could do this. I could be strong for both myself and my child. I placed my hand on my stomach again, feeling the flutter of new life within. And I smiled.The door to my room burst o
ZeldaI couldn't tell how long I'd been unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, my head was pounding. I struggled to sit up, but someone helped me, supporting my weight. I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Drake. His expression was unreadable, and I was unable to remember the last time he had smiled. “Where's my family?” I asked, my voice breaking. I was afraid of the answer. “The doctor had asked that we give you some space,” he said. I nodded, my mind racing. He was staring at me with a strange look in his eyes, and I knew something was wrong. “What is it?” I asked, my heart in my throat. “Nothing,” he said, his voice monotone. I knew he was lying. We'd known each other for too long. He knew I could see right through him. I waited, the silence weighing on me like a heavy blanket. “Just tell me,” I said, my voice shaking. He let out a long sigh. “You're pregnant,” he said, his voice low and serious. My jaw dropped, and I looked down at my stomach. “I thought about what the
ZeldaI heard footsteps approaching, and my heart leapt into my throat. A guard appeared, a limp body slung over his shoulder. He dropped the body on the floor, and I held my breath, dreading what I would see. The guard stood back, his face pale. “He's dead,” he said, his voice flat. I forced myself to take a step forward, my knees shaking. I knelt beside the body, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch it. I pulled back the blood-stained cloak, revealing the face of Jake.“Jake, the Fierce,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Don't do this. You can't leave like this.” I reached out to touch his cold cheek, my hands shaking. I looked down at him, my heartbreaking as I took in his broken body. “Please… please don't go.” I cradled his body in my arms, my tears falling like rain.My mother rushed to my side, her arms wrapping around me. “Shh, my dear. Be strong,” she murmured. Drake stood in front of me, his eyes hard and unyielding. His arms were crossed behind his back, hi
ZeldaI felt Jake's hand slip from my grasp, and I heard a sickening thud as he hit the rocks below. I wanted to believe he was still alive, but I knew it was a futile hope. I sank to my knees, my eyes fixated on the jagged cliff that loomed before me. “Jake! Jake! Jake!” I heard Drake’s voice as he called out, but the only response was the echo of his own voice. Desperately, Drake yelled again, his voice hoarse and cracking. But there was no reply, only a heavy silence. I turned to Drake, his expression unreadable. “Let's go,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with grief. “No!” I cried, shaking my head. “We have to find him! We have to save him!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't accept that he was gone. Drake took my face in his hands, his eyes filled with sadness. “He's dead, Zelda,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I'm so sorry.” I shook my head, refusing to accept that Jake was gone, and then I freed myself from hi
Zelda“Help!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with fear. My claws were digging into the wall, my muscles straining as I fought to stay in place. But I could feel myself slipping, and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My eyes darted to the ground below, my heart racing as I thought of the fate that awaited me if I fell. I heard the guards. Drake and Jake were shouting, but I was unable to make out what they were saying. I closed my eyes, my mind spinning as I tried to find a way out of this.I howled in desperation, the sound tearing from my throat. “Zelda!” I heard Drake call, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. I opened my eyes, straining to see him through the darkness. He was standing on the edge of the cliff, his arms outstretched toward me. But it was no use. I was too far away, the space between us was too great. “I can't reach you, Drake,” I cried, my voice cracking. He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “Just try, Zelda,” he said, his voice shaking.I strugg
ZeldaDesperate, I reached out with my mind, trying to connect with Drake. To my relief, I felt him there, his mind close and receptive. I tried to send him to our location, hoping he could understand my message. Suddenly, I felt his presence grow stronger. He was coming, and he was coming fast. I sent him another message, pleading with him to hurry. He responded, his mind filled with a sense of urgency and determination.Cindy's wolf was impossibly fast, making it difficult for me to shift into my wolf form. I heard a loud growl in the distance, and my heart leapt. I knew that growl, that deep, angry sound. It was Drake, coming to save me. I just had to hold on until he got here. But I could feel my strength waning, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I had to find a way to keep myself safe, and quickly.Suddenly, Cindy's wolf stopped, her ears perked up and her body tensed. I could tell she had heard Drake, too. She turned to face him, her tail low and her eyes blazing with hat
ZeldaThe cold water stung my face, jolting me into consciousness. I squinted against the bright light, my eyes taking a moment to adjust. I could feel my wrists and ankles bound, my body aching with the strain of being tied up. My head pounded, a dull ache spreading from the base of my skull. As I took stock of my surroundings, I noticed that I was in a small stone room, the only light coming from a small window high above my head. The room was bare, save for a single wooden chair in the corner.The last thing I remembered was a sudden, blinding pain as something hit me on the head. Now, here I was, tied up and at the mercy of Cindy, a woman who had always been a pest in my life.“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice cracking with fear. Cindy's smirk only widened, her dark eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, you know what you did,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. I tried to think of what I could have done to make her so angry, but my mind was blank.“We were friends, C
Zelda“My lady,” a voice called from behind me, making me jump. I turned around to see a maid standing there, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. “Your room is ready,” she said, her tone deferential. “How many miles is it from here to Cindy's grandmother's house?” I asked, my voice betraying my anxiety. The maid hesitated, then said, “I do not know, my lady.” I felt a wave of frustration, but I bit my tongue. “Thank you,” I said, my tone cool.I pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the moonlight. With a weary sigh, I let my shoulders slump. “My lady,” the maid said, “I hope you find the room to your liking.” I nodded my thanks, too tired to speak. She left me alone, and I entered the room, closing the door behind me. I sank onto the bed, its softness enveloping me. The silence was broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, and I closed my eyes, my thoughts swirling.I felt my blood boil as I thought of what that woman had d