CHAPTER 79 ~ NATALIA~ I didn’t know there was so much left for me to endure. I thought once I rejected that jerk, I would be able to live again the way I had been before I came back here. A carefree life. When was the last time luck was with me? Only for this moment, when that unknown woman saved me. Now I wish she would have never saved me… As she towered over me while I was still on the floor, catching up with my shallow breathing, she and Danny were having intense eye contact. “Tell me the exact reason why you are here?” Danny’s words were sounding like a threat as if he was threatening her to go back from where she might have come but they lack the authority to stop her. “You must have forgotten two things, Daniel MacAllister. One, Who I am, and Two, that I’m not yours to be obligated to answer your question.” She raised her index and middle finger to make a peace sign, at least that's what it looked when she counted those two things but she ended up showing her middle f
~ NATALIA~ I always wondered what would it feel like if someone loses a part of their memories and then once they remember all of those long lost memories. At that certain moment in time, what would they feel like?Would they be glad that they have remembered an important part of their life, or would they feel miserable because those memories were more painful for them than the current hell they were living in? Or maybe it’s both. Because now I have the answer to the question I always wondered about. I was glad and miserable at the same moment. I was glad because I remembered who was in my past that I could not remember and was living my life to the fullest.I was miserable because those memories were the horrible truth and a part of my life. For a moment I was dying with the pain of rejection and the next moment I was forced to remember all those memories and I had to acknowledge the fact that I had a brother who was always by my side but never tried to stop the monster who was
I was watching my real parents enjoy a meal in a wooden cabin. My eyes were getting filled with tears as I saw us all together, we looked so happy. I giggled and then my giggling turned into a laugh as my mother started to tickle me. When she finally stopped she said that I will become a brave werewolf warrior just like her father, Owen. I looked at the man, who now I know was my real father. Owen Mcallister. I could see how proud he was feeling when he heard my mother say that I would take after him.I then looked at Daniel, my brother, and pointed at him with my little index finger. He was devouring his food as if he would never get to eat this again, so I asked my mother, "What about Daniel?" My mother glanced at him and when he heard his name, he looked up with curiosity. It looked like he too wants to know what he will become once he reaches his age.When my mom saw the excitement in Daniel's purple-colored eyes, she must have felt overwhelmed because his eyes are of the same co
CHAPTER 82~NATALIA "Does this mean Alpha Davis was never the rightful Alpha of the pack?" I wondered, my mind racing with confusion and disbelief. I had always looked up to Alpha Davis and respected him as the leader of our pack and the one who held the key to our safety and stability. But now, everything was in question."What the fuck is going on?" I thought out loud, struggling to make sense of the situation. I felt as though the ground beneath me was shifting, and everything I knew to be true was suddenly a lie."What does he mean that Veronica played him and the wolf council?" I talked to myself, my thoughts tumbling over one another as I tried to piece together the puzzle. I had always suspected that Veronica was up to something, but I never would have guessed that she was behind the banishment of my birth parents."It was she who was behind the banishment of my parents!!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with anger and disbelief. I couldn't believe that the woman I had trusted,
CHAPTER 83NATALIADaniel and I stood at the door of the cabin, watching as our parents disappeared into the forest, joining the other pack members in the war. The sound of their footsteps faded away, leaving us alone in the quiet cabin. I clutched the teddy bear in one hand, feeling its familiar softness against my skin. It was a gift from my mother, who had given it to me on my third birthday. I held onto it now as a way of holding onto her, of feeling like she was still with me.Daniel's hand was clasped tightly around mine, and I looked up at his face. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and sharp features that were a spitting image of our father. Despite his brave exterior, I could see the fear in his eyes. He was trying to be the adult, to keep me safe, but I could see that he was just as scared as I was. He was trying to hide it, to be strong for both of us, but I could tell that he was dying inside with the fear of losing our parents.We were only kids, just starting
CHAPTER 84 NATALIA I wait and wait, counting the seconds that turn into minutes and minutes into hours. My eyes were glued to the door of the wooden cabin, waiting for Daniel to come back. He had promised me he would, but now, he was nowhere to be found. My heart aches with fear and sadness as I imagine the worst. Just when I thought all hope was lost, someone else appeared in front of me. I looked up to see a towering figure, their muscles bulging beneath their clothes, a stark contrast to my tiny frame. I was just a child, lost and alone, and the sight of this stranger filled me with fear.My heart began to pound in my chest, and my legs trembled as the man looked down at me. I felt small and vulnerable, with no one to turn to for help. But then, he reached down and picked me up in his arms, cradling me close to his chest. The warmth of his embrace soothed me, calming the storm inside me, and I snuggled closer, seeking comfort in his strong arms.I closed my eyes, feeling safe and
CHAPTER 85 NATALIA As I opened my eyes, I was jolted awake from the realm of my vision and back into reality. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel the sweat drenching my clothes. It took me a moment to catch my breath and to get my body to respond again. It was as if my muscles had been paralyzed, and it took another minute for me to be able to see and hear clearly.As I focused on my surroundings, I saw Daniel sitting beside me on the bed. His hand was tightly clutching mine, and I could see the fear and concern etched on his face. When he finally let go of my hand, I could see the deep imprints his fingers had left on my skin.He looked at me with worry in his eyes, and I could feel the fear he must have experienced while I was lost in my vision. I reached out to touch his face, trying to reassure him that I was okay. As I did, I could feel the emotion radiating from him, and it was as if his fear was contagious.I awoke with a start, gasping for breath. My eyes quic
CHAPTER 86~ NATALIA I looked out the window of my room, the sun was setting behind the horizon, painting the sky with a beautiful mix of orange and pink. The breeze was cool and gentle, rustling the leaves of the trees and carrying the sweet fragrance of the blooming flowers when I was talking to my brother about our childhood memories that I saw in the visions.As I was telling him a story, suddenly I remembered that man. The one who had told my savior to keep me safe and that I would play an important role in his life when I came of age. I couldn't recall his face or his name, but the memory of his words was etched deeply in my mind. I stopped talking mid-sentence and looked at my brother, my eyes wide with wonder."What is it?" he asked, noticing the change in my expression."Do you remember that man?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "The one who said I would play an important role in his life?"Daniel looked confused and shook his head, "No, I don't remember anyone lik
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