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NaomiOdette smirks, her long, honey-blonde locks cascading over her bare shoulders as she gives him a sultry smile. “Ataz,” she purrs suggestively, mimicking his name. I glance over at him and see him snatch the photo before striding over to the bed, a hunger in his eyes. He sinks down onto the unmade sheets, hastily undoing his trousers before thrusting a hand beneath his boxers. “Say my name again,” he growls, an edge of desperation creeping into his voice. I turn away, unable to stomach the scene playing out before me. My gaze shifts to the bedroom door, my mind racing with the thought of escaping downstairs. But then I stop. I can’t see Cal right now. It’s too hard. The pain of our bond crashes through me, my wolf whimpering in agony as I struggle to keep myself together.“Ataz, wouldn’t you rather I was with you?” Odette’s voice is like honey, dripping with seduction and lust. Ataz groans in response, still pleasuring himself, but his eyes are fixed on her and the desire in them
Naomi“Ataz,” she calls, and he nearly squashes her using his finger to silence her, almost squashing her in the face. “It’s just a precaution to ensure things go well,” he answers as she folds her arms over her chest with a huff, shaking with anger. “I told you I love you. There’s no need for these drugs,” she demands, her voice filled with defiance. Ataz shakes his head, his gaze dark and determined. “Maybe, but you bound yourself to Cal and I - I want to know that you are mine,” he reasons as I arch a brow and Odette flails her arms by her sides. “By drugging me? Well now, you will never know how I feel,” she snaps scoffing her voice laced with venom as he presses his lips together. “It will wear off,” he replies as he begins the spell. Odette returns to the 2d picture, her face looking rather annoyed but I always thought she had resting bitch face.I watch in horror as the figurine violently shakes and contorts, growing larger and larger until Odette finally returns to her human f
NaomiAfter my dream the night before, I felt incredibly groggy. My face was pale and sweaty as I clutched my stomach, reaching for the door to the bathroom as my body swayed before throwing up as I hugged the toilet. Damn morning sickness. If I didn’t believe Hilda before, I sure do now. It was a miracle keeping it from Cal. The bracelet worked its charm, but there is only so many excuses food poisoning or I’m just stressed can cover for morning sickness. I think the only reason he bought it was to try to make it up to me to ease the weight of his own guilt.I rinse my mouth out with the ice cold water from the tap before splashing my face to remove the first traces of sweat. This is not how people are supposed to wake up. My wolf has been sleeping a lot, lucky bitch. Apparently, the pregnancy is taking its toll on her. I can barely think half the time with her snores drowning out the rest of the world. The only time she perks up is whenever Cal crosses my mind. Then she is practical
NaomiI catch the sickly scent of Odette’s perfume as I follow her around the manor as she rifles through her wardrobe, packing a bag. Ataz stands on the other side of the room with his arms folded over his chest and a death glare on his face. “We have been through this. If you don’t want the others to get suspicious of you, I need to leave,” she whispers, but even with the softness of her voice, I don’t miss the harshness of her words.“You’re supposed to want to stay here with me,” he grumbles, like a petulant child who can’t get what he wants. Odette sighs as if this conversation is actually draining her energy. I don’t know how many times they have had this conversation. Odette is changed out of her robes. She looks fresh as a daisy and a glow to her skin that wasn’t there when she was first freed from the figurine. She slowly walks towards him, her hips swaying sensually as she crosses the distance. It’s a practiced art form, but it seems to do the trick.“Ataz,” she purrs, her v
Naomi*** Trigger Warnings Apply ***It had been weeks later, and despite my persistent efforts, I still couldn’t reach the moon goddess. In desperation, I sought out a seance in Bloodmoon Bay, but was met with confusion and disbelief. They claimed the moon goddess was already among us, but I couldn’t sense her presence at all. It seemed like a ridiculous excuse to avoid helping me. Surely, if the goddess truly walked among us, we would feel her divine power radiating from her very being. But instead, I was left with nothing but frustration and unanswered questions.I had trudged back to Hilda’s failing to find answers yet again. I didn’t want to delve into the dark blood magic if I could help it. If things got worse, I figured I knew where to start for looking for a rogue that might actually help as part of this cure.I took back to sitting on my bed with a spell book reading through it trying to learn different techniques. The pages were worn, and I was careful not to tear them, or
Naomi4 months laterThe wind whipped through my layers of clothing, bringing a slight chill as I trudged down the narrow streets of Bloodmoon Bay. The search for the moon goddess and any clues about Richard’s son had been fruitless. My belly bulged with a baby that would be arriving in a few short weeks, and I still hadn’t figured out how to get the child safely to my sister, who had agreed to take it in. My mind raced with worry as I walked, hoping for some sort of solution before it was too late.A sharp gust of salty wind stung my face, whipping through my tightly braided hair and bringing a strangled gasp to my lips. I paused to stretch out the knots in my spine, only to freeze as I caught sight of a menacing figure looming ahead. My blood turned to ice as I realised who it was. Shit.Pure terror grips me as I sprint down the street, my fat feet pounding against the pavement in a desperate attempt to escape. My hands desperately drop my bags in order to clutch my tummy, the weigh
NaomiElio grabs my hand and pulls me down narrow, dimly lit alleys before pushing me through the heavy wooden door of a dingy bar. The pungent scent of old beer and unwashed bodies hits me like a wave as I step inside. The patrons are a mix of rowdy drunks and slumped over figures, eyeing us warily. I know with a sinking feeling that we’re back at the same place Cal had dragged me to before.The bartender looks at us as we walk in, but one snarl from Elio has everyone going silent, looking away. They don’t care that he is dragging in a heavily pregnant lady with him. He kicks through the back door until we reach a dimly lit corner. The table he finds is small and wobbly, tucked away where the flickering lightbulb casts an eerie glow. “Sit,” he commands, and I quickly sink into the rickety chair. As I watch him he wants to know about the chaos of the coven. A sly smirk forms on my lips - perhaps I can use his reputation to my advantage.I clear my throat and ask nonchalantly, “So, how
Naomi2 weeks laterI had been feeling uncomfortable all day. Every step felt like a balloon about to burst as I paced back and forth in my room, hands gripping the swollen curve of my belly. I was certain the baby was going to arrive. I had kept to my room for fear of my water breaking in Hilda’s house. Her words of chucking me out on the street still ringing in my ears.I hoped the information I had found was enough. If I told him what I needed to cure our curse, I could persuade the coven not to make any more silver bullets or other weapons that would harm the packs. I had also found out a few of their regular customers and that Tobin had been working on a few new products. It was enough … I was sure of it.It didn’t matter what happened to me as long as my baby was safe, that was all that mattered. I had also been crying far too much, thinking about all the things I would miss out on as she grows up. Suffice to say, my eyes were puffy, and I was already sleep deprived. Hilda had to