CHAPTER 67 ~ LOVE AND POEM ~ NATALIA~ My eyes never left his eyes, even if I wanted to, I just couldn't. The intensity in his eyes and the words were full of assurance. An assurance that was telling me there was a future for me out there, with Caspian. But I know, deep down, I know that I would ruin this again. Because that's what I do. It's my toxic trait. I wasn't always like this, Romeo played the most essential part in this, he ruined me and put me in a place where I could never see good in someone. I would always doubt them, would doubt their words, would doubt their actions, would doubt the way they touch me with nothing but affection."I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of love or any kind of love. I just am not ready for any kind of love." Love breaks us and turns us into the version we couldn't recognize. It only looks good on paper, used in poems by poets. Inked down as the beautiful thing and the beautiful feel someone could encounter. But for me, it was just words.
CHAPTER 68~ PART OF ME~ NATALIA~I stood in front of the underground parking. I didn’t go inside with Caspian, he wanted me to come inside but I insisted on staying outside as he went inside to get us a car for us to drive wherever he was taking me now. I’ve never been into this parking lot after I came back and it amazed me the most that I didn’t go into it when it was going to be a whole year since I arrived. But who cares, I never had an interest in cars. I never liked expensive things. It was my mother’s thing to collect anything or everything she sees an expensive tag on, maybe it was the justification for the reason why she decided to marry Romeo and didn’t even stop to remorse for my father's death. It was getting chilly with the moistness in the wind. But I liked it, it was no longer harsh on me, at least it was expressing some love for me, perhaps it was a pity after she saw me going through so much, but I would take it even if it was a pity, I wanted this, I craved this.
CHAPTER 69 ~ DIAMOND- SHAPED CABIN~ NATALIA~ ~FLASHBACK~Flashbacks were so vivid that I felt like I was living them for real. The sound and the giggle of a small girl who looked exactly like me. My miniature version. A boy who was approximately two years older than my age, and looked more familiar. Like I’ve known him for eternity. I was running around with that boy while the rain was pouring on us. Our clothes were covered in mud, it must be because we’d been playing for so long. But it didn’t matter, I was happy, and we were happy. The boy had purple eyes. Unique in their way. The boy's tousled hair was a mess with Rain but the smile did not leave his face. He ran to me and I looked at him with glitter in my eyes. He held my hand and took me to the puddle. We sat down, bending our knees, and we could see our distorted image in the rainwater that was collected in that small puddle. “Look.” He pointed with his finger at something in the water and noticed there were frogs in there I
~ CHAPTER 70~ NOTHING HOLDING ME BACK~ NATALIA~ I didn't answer him. I didn't want to hear him. I couldn't hear him. I was so engrossed in the flashback that it was still running in my head like the wild horses and I couldn't seem to put a rein on these panic attacks that came along with the flashback. Whatever I saw in that flashback was still vivid and alive in front of my eyes. It was like I was prisoned into this. I didn't say anything to Caspian while he was constantly trying to bring back reality. He did for a moment but it didn't last long a minute as I was again engulfed with the darkness and I felt suffocation. My heart stammered and the beating slowed, the thump was too loud and too aggressive against my ears, that I thought I almost imagined it. I pushed open the Jeep's door and tried to get out so abruptly that I couldn't get strong of my feet on the ground and I fell on the dirty- muddy ground, my face flat on the ground. However, that didn't stop me. I got up witho
IT IS NOT A UPDATE. THIS AUTHOR APOLOGIES FOR THIS NOTE. THE UPDATE WILL BE COMING IN A FEW HOURS. THIS IS TO PING YOU GUYS TO CHECK OUT HER NEW BOOK. AUTHOR WILL BE GENUINELY GLAD IF YOU GENTLEMEN AND LADIES COULD CHECK IT AND LEAVE YOUR PRECIOUS REVIEW ON IT. FOLLOWING IS THE SYNOPSIS OF AUTHOR'S NEW BOOK SILAS WHICH IS A WEREWOLF ROMANCE. THAT HAS STEP SIBLINGS LOVE. SILAS IS THE BOOK, WRITTEN ON THE CHARACTER THAT YOU'RE FAMILIAR WITH BY THIS "MY STEPFATHER IS MY MATE BOOK". SILAS WAS HAD A CAMEO IN THIS BOOK. SO HERE IS THE SYNOPSIS. [SYNOPSIS: "I thought you said you loved me wouldn't you want to treat me tenderly..?" I mutter confusedly."Oh, you think it's the same innocent love that you've been dreaming of. His eyes fade black towering over my body. "It's dark. Obsessive, possessive, impulsive, and chaotic. To the point, I think about chaining you up so you can't escape."_____________________________SILAS FOREST, WAS THE FIRST IN LINE TO BECOME THE ALPHA. THE ADOPTED S
~ CHAPTER 71 ~ WARRIOR~ NATALIA~ I was wearing a white butterfly print sundress. I know I shouldn't have worn that but I didn't know Caspian was going to take me to the part of our territory where it rains. If I would have known, I would have something else, maybe a raincoat. But now that doesn't matter, I was already drenched and thanks to the fall when I hurried to get out of the Jeep. The white of the sundress had turned into the burn of the mud and a hint of green colour, again, all thanks to my fall. As soon as we reached I pushed open the jeep's door and closed it so hard that the sound surrounded and I flinched at a point but I didn't stop. "You want me to come with you?" I heard Caspian yelling behind me as soon as he got out of the jeep, I answered him in the same loud way he asked, "No, Thanks. I can take it from here. He didn't hear from him, just the sound of him closing the door of his Jeep and the faint sound of his boots following behind me, though I said I refuse
CHAPTER 72 ~ IT'S OVER~ NATALIA~ Caspian clutched his stomach with one hand and with the other hand he wiped the blood off his lips, that was what stopped me. I was still in my defensive position. My fist was ready to hit him again, in the air. When my eyes swept to his brown leather jacket that was a mess with blood and the rain. Although it was light brown after it got stained with his blood and getting drenched in the rain it has ruined the original colour. My nose was flaring with pent-up anger and this stop fight that I had to fight with these useless guards wolves. "Woho! Calm down, Tiger! You don't want me to calm you down, do you?" Caspian said this with a faint smile but I could decipher the danger behind his smile and calm voice. I could see that he was at the edge of getting out of his calm personality. And I didn't want him to do that. He's unstoppable once he loses his control. "I just…" I dropped my hands as I got up slowly, my breathing was speeding up. "I just wa
~ CHAPTER 73~ ASHES~ ROMEO ~ I was in my office. I was conducting a meeting with the old hags who are an important part of the Alpha Circle. They were the oldest Werewolves of our entire Werewolves species. And it was so fucking hard for me to convince them to have this meeting. I knew it would be a difficult situation for me to handle. I knew they would never agree with my proposal because my proposal was to break the treaty with Werewolves Hunters so that I could kill them. And to do that I needed all of them to agree. This alpha circle was made of Me, Alpha Silas, Alpha Saint, and those four old hags. They are so old that I could hear their bones cracking under their fake body that they've made with the help of the magic of the witch but to keep up with this fake body they need to have something that could keep them going without feeling weak and that was something I have, and I was trying to convince them by offering them that thing. I nearly got them by their balls when I hea
NATALIASitting there with Romeo, just shooting the breeze, out of nowhere, this crazy pain hit me like a freight train. Water everywhere – turns out my water broke, and I wasn't supposed to pop until next week. Talk about the unexpected, right? Now, our pack's got this rule about having to pop out your pups right here on our turf. No escaping that one. So, here I am, dealing with this delivery agony a week ahead of schedule. Romeo's flipping out, screaming for help. Pack folks start swarming in like bees, all wide-eyed and worried. Picture this: me, in the middle of a makeshift delivery room surrounded by anxious wolves. Pain's getting wild like some primal force taking over. Romeo's there, clueless as ever, and I'm just pushing through the chaos. Let me tell you, delivering twins is no joke. Contractions hit like a sledgehammer, each one dragging on for what feels like forever. The pack's trying to help, but they can't take away the grind of it all. It's a full-on battle, not just p
SYDNEYMy fingers danced nervously over the phone's keypad as I dialed Romeo's number. The urgency in my chest fueled the anxiety in my voice when he finally picked up."Romeo, it's Sydney," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I need your advice. Should I head to Natalia's now? Something just doesn't feel right, like there's an eerie cloud hanging over her due date."There was a pause on the other end, and then he asked, "What's going on?"It's hard to explain," I began, struggling to find the right words. "It's like there's something malevolent inside her, something beyond the ordinary. I can't shake this feeling that the child she's carrying isn't just a bundle of joy. It's like there's a darkness, and it's threatening both her and the baby."I could almost hear Romeo furrowing his brow on the other end. "Darkness? What do you mean?"I mean, it's as if there's an evil presence in her womb," I confessed, my voice dropping to a hushed tone. "And I'm afraid that once that chi
ELVINAAlone in the dimly lit chamber, the oppressive weight of my actions hangs in the air, suffocating me like a dense fog. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the intricately carved runes etched into the cold stone floor, each symbol a testament to the forbidden path I've tread. Natalia lies motionless on the altar, her presence a fragile vessel for the soul I sought to resurrect. As the cold reality settles in, doubt snakes through my mind like a relentless serpent. The initial madness that drove me to perform the forbidden ritual now morphs into a gnawing unease. Regret, thick and palpable, permeates the atmosphere, saturating the very air I breathe. What was once a desperate bid to bring back my sister now feels like a pact with shadows and echoes. A solitary tear traces a path down my cheek, its journey mirroring the torment within. Natalia, vulnerable and unconscious, is now the unwitting conduit for a force beyond her understanding. The chamber, once filled with th
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
NATALIAMy heart raced like the staccato beat of distant drums as I approached Romeo, the flickering candlelight in the dimly lit room casting shadows on my face. The air crackled with the anticipation of finally meeting my twin sister, Dahlia— a reunion I had yearned for since the moment I discovered her existence. "Romeo," I began, my voice a delicate symphony tinged with excitement, "have you managed to reach Sebastian? I can't bear the agonizing wait any longer—I need to see Dahlia."Romeo's eyes, a canvas of uncertainty, met mine as he shook his head, "I haven't been able to get in touch with him yet, Natalia."A surge of frustration tightened its grip on my chest, like a vine constricting around my heart. I knew all too well the significance of Sebastian's elusive approval, especially in light of the unique bond he shared with Dahlia. "This is unbearable," I sighed, my impatience echoing in the hushed room. The scent of aged parchment and ancient secrets hung in the air, underscor
NATALIAAs the soft pads of my fingertips caressed the gentle curve of my burgeoning belly, I found solace in the quietude of the moment. The room was hushed, and the only symphony that mattered played within the confines of my body—the rhythmic ballet of life unfolding. A tender smile graced my lips, a testament to the profound connection I felt with the two tiny souls growing beneath my touch.Their kicks, playful and spirited, transformed my womb into a lively arena. Each flutter echoed the promise of an impending joy, and as their tiny feet danced beneath my skin, laughter escaped me—an involuntary melody in response to the enchanting rhythm of life within. It was as if my body had become a sanctuary, a haven where the language of kicks and twirls spoke volumes.Overwhelmed by the sheer magic of it all, tears welled up, glistening like dewdrops on the petals of a delicate flower. These were tears of joy, a manifestation of the profound emotion that coursed through me—a blend of grat
NATALIASo, picture this: I'm casually strolling through the garden vibes early in the morning, right? The sun's doing its thing, making the whole place light up like a chill paradise. The flowers are showing off their colors, and I swear, even the birds are in on this morning's party. Sarah, my partner in crime, joins me on this nature expedition. We're just soaking in the good vibes, you know? The air is all fresh and crisp, and there's this subtle aroma of blooming flowers, like nature's own perfume. As we mosey along, Sarah throws in some real talk and grabs my hand like we're in a cheesy movie. "Natalia," she says, "I'm seriously so pumped for you and those soon-to-be little adventurers." Her grin matches the sunshine, and I'm just standing there, feeling like life is hitting the perfect notes. Our garden hangout is like our secret spot. The flowers are like our cheering squad, and the whole scene feels like a happy conspiracy. At that moment, I was just overwhelmed with gratitud
NATALIA My body's like this bloated spaceship carrying two tiny passengers, and we're six months into this twin adventure. Let me tell you, it's a marathon of discomfort. Every step feels like I'm lugging around a ton of bricks – a constant reminder of the two little miracles growing inside me. Now, nights used to be my chill zone, but oh boy, that's changed. I'm haunted by these crazy nightmares like there's some evil plot unfolding in my belly. Mornings roll around, and instead of shaking off the bad dreams, they stick around like unwanted guests. The kicks and flutters? Yeah, they used to be cute, but now they're like tiny reminders of something I can't quite put my finger on. It's not just the physical strain; it's like I'm emotionally unraveling too. You'd think expecting twins would be all rainbows and butterflies, but there's this weird sense of doom hanging over everything. It's like there's this intangible darkness camping out inside me, and I'm starting to doubt if this is