NIKKIIt’s been a hectic day, and the blessing of a day like this is the beauty of sleep. Taking off my dress, I amble into the bathroom. The bath one of the maids prepared earlier is still warm.I soak myself in the water, allowing its warmth to massage my skin. The fragrance from fresh lemon soap wafts into my nose, calming my senses as I take a deep breath. Just what I need.The activities of the day play before me, and Chris’ voice yelling at me is one I can’t shake off. I get it; he was exhausted and under pressure, but having him take it out on me is unacceptable.Is it because he’s never yelled at me before? We were once cozy lovers set ablaze and ready to destroy everything we touched with our heat.And now?I sigh. I just might be overthinking it; perhaps I’m still pissed at him.Getting out of the bath, I press off the excess water from my hair. I take the towel to pat dry my body and properly dry my hair, leaving it wet and clogged around my shoulders.As I open the door to
NIKKI Where could Shelly be? Is she okay? How is her baby and the unborn? I’m still haunted by the questions. Curious, I hurriedly take my bath and get into a simple black gown with thick fabric for protection from the chilly weather. While Chris is neck deep into his old journals as usual, I take a stroll with a few servants around the pack and first, to Shelly’s house. As usual, it's locked. No signs of her or her baby or any living thing in there... What could be wrong? The last time we spoke wasn't something to be fond of, but I tried to be polite. I was hoping she would come around and not disappear like a thief. Right now, I don't care what she's doing with her life, I just want to be sure she's okay...just any clue, please moon! I talk within myself in frustration, leaving no hint to the servants keeping me company. Disappointed, I take a U-turn, heading to the palace. The cold weather is almost sniffing life out of me in the most brutal way imaginable and the heavy wind s
CHRIS Exhausted, I flip the journal I’m investing upside down so I can return to it when I’m ready to. I get up and head out of the study and to my room to meet Nikki. We could have lunch or talk or do whatever crazily thing on her mind. Of a truth, our private life has been shaken because of my constant availability of late. I can't help it, even though I've explained to her countless times without numbers, she is adamant and feels it's intentional. We could cuddle all day, perhaps I shouldn't return to the study for today, rather I should spend it in her warmth, I think aloud, passing by servants that turn their faces to the side while I soliloquize. The room is empty, and so is the bathroom. “Nikki.” I call, to be sure she isn't curbed up somewhere. There's silence, not a single response.Shutting the door, I head to the main chamber even though she has no business there, also to the large guest room, parlour, and then the compound, and it's just the servants and no Nikki. “
NIKKI For long minutes I remain on the floor where his one blow had landed me, with my hand planted on the cheek that is now red and hurting from his impact. He left me to my fate, realizing the much damage his impact had caused and somehow, I’m glad he did. If he were to be here, I would have launched another attack and probably earned more bruises. Tears well up in my eyes, at this point wanting to know why he freaking did that, my pain is that he freaking did that in the presence of the servants, he fucking humiliated me in their very before, reducing my integrity and his as well. What a leader to emulate.I saw the signs but I chose to ignore them, he belittled my pack one time, saying I can't relate to his stress because I came from a powerless pack and I was a slave at Orlando’s after all. He sent me to the highest of heavens without my consent just last night and now, this?Who the hell is Chris and what the hell is he turning into? What the heck is getting to him so badly
NIKKI The sky is bright, and the sun’s harsh rays seep into the carriage from the small window of the carriage, making me squint. It kisses the spot where his hand smacked delicately, hurting me the more. I adjust to the left side of my sit, and away from the sun’s beautiful punishment. I lay on the side, my head leaning on the window as I observe the scenery. It's not beautiful, nothing special to want to keep as memory but one thing is certain, I’m never going to see a place like this. With every movement, the grasses grow taller and the trees thicker, with every movement, I get closer to safety and far away from a place I made my home, from the people I gave so much for, and from Chris, my supposed mate. “When you meet your mate, he will be everything you dreamed of and more. The moon goddess never makes a mistake.” My mama once told me, with a broad smile on her face. She is perfect, the figure I look up to even in her absence. Her union with my papa is every girl child’s drea
NIKKI The hospitality is as good as the last. The maids served me a very sumptuous meal after they prepared a warm bath for me to calm my nerves after such a long journey. It's almost two hours now and I’m yet to see Aaliyah. Deciding to go see the alphas and ask for her whereabouts if I don't see her after a thorough search, I begin to creep off the bed lazily. Boom, the door shoots open and the silly figure is in view, all smiley. Gorgeously pure. "My darling!” Aaliyah rushes to me and jumps on me before I could get up and hug her like spoilt children. "Oh, Aaliyah. You're still full of drama.” I manage, wiping the tears off my cheeks at every moment I could, not wanting to appear weak when I clearly am weak. "When I heard of your visiting, I ran down here. Shit! Moon knows I wish you by my side daily.” She rants, still clinging to me like glue."As your mate?" I chuckle. "Don't make the trio come after me, I've got no strength to engage in a bloody fit.”"Are you insinuating
NIKKI "And did you just run off, just like that?” she sounds perplexed. "Yeah, it's safe to say I ran for my life.”"Say what now?” Her brows are arched. “You’re getting me confused. What should I have done? Do his laundry before leaving or make him his last meal, or...”"Damn, Nikki. How about making him a replica of yourself to keep his bed warm? You know I’m not all about that crap.”"Okay? You should spill at this moment. Because if it's ironing things out...it’s a no. If I had spent one more minute in there, I would be a captive for life and you will be over here writing notes I would read but cannot reply to, thinking I’m fine as my ass.”"Your ass indeed. I meant to destroy his freaking face with hard blows, slaps, and scratches. Put your freaking nails to good use, girl.” She sounds pissed. "How can you just up and leave?”"It sounds tempting, but I’ll pass. I'm certain I will have my eyes totally removed if I did that.”"He wouldn't dare, stop hyping this motherfucker.”"I
AALIYAH.Restless, I pace back and forth in my room, Nikki might be down this minute and up the next and one thing is certain, she will be all out for baby Hendrix, she will want to see him, touch him, and play with him.Like she's obsessed with my mini, as the cute godmother she is. And not until she sees him or gets a tangible reply as to why not, she wouldn't let me breathe. If she gets to know about him being missing, she will also know the original letter and my evil plans, disregarding that it's for the right course. Will she be a party to it? Knowing Nikki and how much of a true friend she is, she won't think twice before calling me to order...but she will never sell me out. What if this time is different? And what if she does?I sigh. It's all on me, I can choose to shut her out in some areas. From now henceforth, she only gets to know what I tell her. It will be difficult, because Nikki is like a dog, sniffing out all the grey areas. But before that, I need to talk to eith
THIRD PERSON’S POV. By nightfall, the alphas, Aaliyah and Nikki ride in a carriage, while the warriors of Orlando match quietly to the border of Moon Howlers pack. It takes them long hours to arrive at the spot and the place is as quiet and deserted as can be. The only presumptive sign was the sacks of sand heaped on themselves to form a shield. Nikki takes the lead and directs them to the shelter at the secluded spot, very well hidden from the border. The three alphas replace her, with Aaliyah by the side, ready to rescue her baby once they burst in. Fortunately, the door is made of ancient wood that's already rotting away and the hinges are half gone. In a silent count of three, they kick the door down in unison and rush in. The noise sends Shelly and Chris flying and baby Hendrix crying from a disrupted sleep. Shelly instantly rushes towards the baby, to use him as bait and protect herself. But before she gets to him, Hudson is swift to throw a pocket knife in her directi
THIRD PERSON’S POV Nikki arrives at the pack house tired and weak. Her dress is torn in some places, with her skin bruised from falls and scratches from wild plants. Her feet are the worst, it look so dirty like she trekked in gutters and pits. The door opens with the guards signalling the others to call Lady Aaliyah and the alphas. “Welcome, lady Nikki.” The guard by the hate greets as Nikki walks in, heading towards the house. He looks out for insiders and satisfied none is forthcoming, he jams the door and closes it. Aaliyah rushes down and meets Nikki dragging her feet like a child, with her muddy footsteps evidence of her traces. "Nikki darling, what happened to you?” she holds her firm, not minding that she both looks and smells horrible. Rather, Nikki begins to sob. Hot tears burn her cheeks as she keeps sobbing. "Go ready her bath." Aaliyah orders a maid who takes to her heels immediately. When they arrive in Nikki's room, Aaliyah dismisses the maids, strips her frien
AALIYAH. The night has me rolling recklessly on the bed. I keep counting every second, down to noon. With each passing minute, the promise of having my baby by my side becomes clearer, and the risk of dragging the three alpha there more scary. Curiosity eats me deep, the need to know the location burns hotter than any desire. And somehow, I'm glad that Nikki is away, for reasons best known to herself. It's barely 11:45 pm, and the night draws on, much longer than expected. Frustrated, I sit up, still lost in my thoughts. Unable to sleep, I wear my robe and go to the gate. The servants are half asleep and one gasps when he finally wakes up to see me before him.“Good evening, my lady.” He wipes the last of sleep off his eyes. “Evening. I'm expecting a letter tomorrow, I don’t know when it's coming, but please, stay off the gate to not scare anyone away.” I want. I'm scared of the consequences if we nab one of them. “Alright, ma.” He assures. I go up, and happy that nothing would
NIKKI. I remain quiet for a while, and totally immobile. "I bet I heard something.” Shelly insists. My breath is almost on hold, as I struggle to fathom what is behind me. At this point, I didn't care much about being busted or punished or yelled at... I just didn't care at all. It's more like life is playing a trick on me. All along, he has something to do with Shelly. Why then was he always riled up when I mentioned her name or went to seek for her welfare? Why then did he make it seem like she is the monster? Not like right now she is any short of it. How low Chris has reduced me to. Hot tears burn my cheeks and I let it flow slowly as I remain numb for the longest. Footsteps approach, and I find myself creeping like a child away from the window, crawling and crying and praying I don't meet one of them. This is indeed a risk, and I honestly can't tell how much it's worth, because it leaves me mentally insane. The window opens, and I’m already on the other side, crying my lun
NIKKI. The box I am in lifts from the ground halfway and then drops. I hear the faint grunting of a lady, I suppose it's the maid. It stops soon after the box returns to the ground. It goes up again, and then levels flat on the ground. "Is it that heavy? Try harder, Alpha Chris will soon be on our necks.” A male voice pleads. Seeing what Chris did to the poor driver, I feel sorry for him, hoping he doesn't take the fall yet again. "It surely is heavy, I bet you know. Please, you would need to seek the help of your fellow. This is the best I can go.” "Jeez, you ladies, and bailing out on the slightest hardship.” He sighs. Somehow, I'm silently laughing inside, thinking to myself that these two have some chemistry. Because this argument can't be about my weight, a petite lady like myself that Chris scoops at will. “I don't know what you mean, but I can't do this. Even if I did, I wouldn't go beyond the corridor, and I would end up breaking my back.” "So?" He lifts up his
NIKKI We ride pass the market, with very few people and it's almost as quiet as a graveyard. It's quite early, and I won't fault them for being in bed, either sleeping to their death or cuddling in the arms of their lover. And I don't have the luxury to afford any, so yeah, I’m busy studying their lives and praying mine doesn't fall apart. Down from the central areas to the outskirts, we journey quietly and it takes long hours to get out of Orlando pack. Such a powerful pack, Aaliyah is lucky. I sigh. It's still very early in the morning, the sun is yet to rise fully and I can barely appreciate the landscape, my little way of freeing my mind and not exploding. It takes very long hours before we arrive at Wild Crest pack’s border. When we get closer to the main house, I ask the rider to stop. I take out a pair of black pants from my bag, bathed in a random servant’s perfume, to go undetected by Chris. Taking off his hoodie, I sniff it for the last time and throw on a baggy polo. I
NIKKI.Still in shock and unsure of what to believe, I decide to confront Chris, and doing it over a letter, would mean him denying it or nothing to him at all. Of a truth, I’m done with this sham of a union, but for the longest that he received me, I desperately need an explanation. And if she's wrong, there's a high possibility that I would give him a second chance to be a better mate. Either way, it's a win for me. I proceed to pack my back, not all of it, just a few things I would need if I decide to remain in Wild Crest pack for a few more days. Ready, I walk out of my room, tightly clad in a big hoodie, to prevent the cold. Chris’ hoodie. It's one of the possession I stole, sniffing it every damn minute I think of him. I'm almost at the hate when I halt. I'm yet to tell Aaliyah. Do I still want to make it a secret? Yes. But she would make a big fuss if I didn't tell her a good reason for my sudden departure. She only needs to be briefly informed. Besides, the second letter
SHELLY. He went on and on until I had no more strength to continue. I simply quake in beneath him and moan for mercy, the same mercy I asked him to never grant me. And as he promised from the onset, he remains firm in his words. He bends me over, switching positions like a messed-up child and bringing me to tears. After a while, he lets me be, but I’m certain it isn't because he's exhausted. He settles on the floor and levels my naked skin on himself, skin to skin, providing the best warmth and tender touches. I sniff his masculine scent that's now mixed with a fine blend of our juices in the cold night’s air. His sudor that's sweet smelling rather than a stench to me. Weak and satisfied but greedy regardless, I nestle like a baby in his arms. Just cuddling and mild romance would do, so long as I feel him on myself. His warmth is enough to keep me from the cold, and his muscles, were my shield from the wild. I rub on the bare of his arm, stroking my fingers along its length. Inde
SHELLY.Bored, I take a stroll around the premises, careful enough not to wander too far. Lady Agnes has gone home with Petian, leaving me alone with baby Hendrix like it's always been for almost two weeks now. The night is cold, and so is the weather, as a cool breeze kisses my skin, awakening goosebumps on my bare flesh. This isn't the safest place, but I've not dismissed Lady Agnes’ offer to send guards down here. I believe it shouldn't be a bother, because it would mean drawing much attention to what needed to be as discreet as imagined and you can't guarantee they won't spill. Plus, I've not seen a reason to want their help, besides, the plan is yet to ripen, and two days before the said date, I would accept her offer. Ready to retire for the night, I turn around to retrace my steps, when I see a huge frame in the dark, the dim night light is of little help. I take a step backward, two and then three, until I’m out of count. The huge frame keeps walking towards me, at the sam