Aiden’s POV When we reached my house, my phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen, groaning when I saw my mother’s name flash across the screen. I thought about denying her call, but I knew I would only get backlash later if I did, I reluctantly answered it while Carol we
Carol went visibly paler with each word I spoke. “It’s going ot be okay though,” I said as I quickly rushed toward her and wrapped her in my arms. “I’m not going to let her come near you.” “She’s capable of a lot of terrible things,” she whispers, worries clear in her tone. “What if she comes af
Aiden’s POV They both shared a look with one another, which was enough of an answer for me. “Yes,” they both said at the same time. “We adopted her when she was an infant,” her mother confessed, tugging at her fingers a bit nervously. “A woman came to us with Carol in her arms and begged for u
After we said goodbye, we went home and made love until I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open. I fell asleep with a wide grin on my face and a feeling more than satisfied. I woke up early the next morning and went for a job around the town. This was something I used to do often up until my brea
Carol’s POV I tried desperately to breathe but everything just felt so constricting. My lungs refused to expand, and the entire room felt as if it was closing in around me. I grabbed at my throat and gasped for air; I just needed a small inkling of air. Everything was growing blurry, and I was sec
“Yes,” I said, beaming. “I’m nervous though. What if he doesn’t want to go through with the marking ceremony?” Her brows pinched together. “Why wouldn’t he?” She asked. “Wouldn’t he have left you by now?” I give her a shrug. “I’m not sure. It’s scary to think about.” “Trust me, he’s going
Carol’s POV “A Luna?” I asked, taking a step away from him and staring at him like he had just grown an extra head. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave me a sheepish look. “Well, yeah,” he said, trying to appear casual, but I could see he was a bit nervous about this topic. “I am an A
“Do you want anything? Tea or coffee?” My mom offers. “No, mom. I’d rather just get this over with,” I blurt. She sighs and then nods as she sits on the loveseat; my father sits on his recliner and they both look at me with strange expressions. “Whatever it is, just tell me,” I plead. They b