AALIYAH The ride back home is quiet, I rest my head on the bosom of Hunter, my face is gloomy and Hunter lets me be, allowing me to open up at my own pace.The face of Shelly and her voice, the shock she experienced, her papa’s blood on her and her young. Tears sting my eyes, the trauma haunting me.Fair enough, my papa was beheaded, but I never get to see him or taste his blood not have his blood spattered on my baby's face. I imagine the pain she must be going through and I weep aloud.“Aaliyah, you can't cry all day, you didn't do wrong.” He pats my shoulder."No one is without blemish, I could have overruled it, at least on her behalf...”"Not everything is in black and white, there are rules you can't tweak...”"Then maybe Hector’s head should be underneath the earth and Hudson’s and yours!” I sit up, freeing my head from his bosom."We were ignorant and stupid, we're not the traitors, that's what makes us different .”"And you all killed and crumbled a peaceful pack, you all we
AALIYAHSince last night, I've been having this excruciating pain that consumes my being from the inside, as though it would snap me open from the inside out. It's stronger than the regular pain of depleted energy, and annoyingly different. Hunter couldn't sleep, he spent the whole of the night giving me head-to-toe massages and tummy rubs and filling my energy, what scared him the most is the spike in my temperature, I’m running a high-grade fever.“The physician is almost here, honey. We should go to the waiting room.”"Take me to the theatre.” My breath is slow and hard as I constantly inhale deeply."He needs to examine you and...”“I’m in labour.” I affirm.His expression is a mix of strong emotions; confusion and bliss and every other blend of anxiety. I've never seen a woman give birth, my mama never lived to give me a sibling, nor was I decent enough to watch the midwives assist women in distress, and knowing that I’m in labour is only but natural. "No matter what Hunter, do
AALIYAHI’m addicted to the thrill.Ever since I informed the three alphas of my slutty game of four that I willed to be played again and their buzzing acceptance, it has been the only thing on my mind. And the day is now before me, my adrenaline rush is unmatched, serving me up for mild destruction.I soak my thick body in the bathtub with warm scented water, doing my scrubbing and massaging to my taste, knowing the triple alphas love their meals neat and smooth.Having finished with my bath, I step out and dry myself, then walk out fully nude into the bedroom. Baby Hendrix lays quiet and wide-eyed on my bed, he's my most obsessed gift from the moon. Initially, I could only imagine the tip of obsession my papa possessed of me, but having birthed my mini, it becomes relatable every damn day.I pick him up in my arms, rocking him gently, kissing and nuzzling his soft fair frame. His smile is contagious, the prettiest little thing the earth has seen, a perfect combo of his mama and pap
SHELLY His coarse hands guarded my delicate frame as I sat on his lap and laid on his firm bosom, I was young, fourteen years old to be precise, and as proud as I was to be my papa’s daughter, I would jump on him whenever he came back from work. He would get me sweets and chocolates and every damn thing a child craved for. To be honest, I was the dream girl my peers wanted to be like and I never seized to rub it in their faces... I wish I still can.My mama was always away, either to pick food items or go visit a friend or just take a stroll, but barely was she ever at home. My papa was the only one that gave me due attention and spoilt me like the princess I was, hence I was completely vulnerable with him, not like anyone expected different from a fourteen-year-old.Tenderly, he stroked my hair and whispered nice words to me. I smiled, lost in my fantasies of having Wild Crest Pack's most loving papa. When I was with Aaliyah, it was papa this and hardly mama that, to be fair, I abu
SHELLY.The cry of Petian, my baby girl jerks me into reality, apparently she is wide awake and not getting the attention of her mama, hence she takes to crying. “Shh,” I whisper, trying to get her to be quiet. She is a young mirror image of myself; tender and beautiful and weak. Her eyes are the colour of my pathetic lover, pale straw, large and adorable. I never wanted a child and I still don’t, the moon has a way of distorting my wishes and shoving her will down my throat. I longed to breathe and be free and never worry about anyone or anything but myself... Selfish and I don't care.And even though my perception about having babies that can't defend themselves and are nothing but liabilities, I’m never walking out of her life, nor my unborn and probably the next and the one after. I may not be giving her the life she deserves but certainly, I will protect her with the last fibre of my being. Eventually, when I’m gone, what next? The question sickens me to the marrow. Just mayb
SHELLY My mama was away, her usual daily escape from her mate and her suddenly withdrawn daughter. I blamed her every single day, had she not mated a lunatic just maybe I won't be roped in this misery and the moon, it sucks like hell. Once upon a time, I admonished it daily for such a lovely papa, and I wish I could take it all back. I wore my favourite pink gown and sneaked out for an evening stroll I had accustomed myself to, a pretty getaway from the greedy monster that defiled me every damn time my mama was away. For more than thirty minutes, I roamed the quiet and lonely street in search of momentary liberty and peace and wishing there is no insane monster out there.The night sky is out, urging me to return home even though it was no different from the unsafe street. Noises from creeping insects and birds made goosebumps grow on my skin, itching me underneath my garment. I stopped and turned around, exhausted from the whole mess, I dragged my feet as I walked back home. A
SHELLY “Get your fucking hands off Fallon.” I screamed at Aaliyah, the same age as I was, who was playing with Fallon’s fur.“Moon, Shelly! Language. You're way too aggressive for a fourteen-year-old.” My mama who was surprised at my outburst, spilled. "Plus it's just some sick cat.” Little Aaliyah defended herself, getting more on my nerves "We all know the sick one here." I moved furiously in her direction, my cheeks all swollen and it was minutes away from exploding like a balloon with excess pressure.“She is your best friend, Shelly. Be nice.”"She is not." I rebuked and when I got to where she sat with Fallon on her lap, I shoved her hands aside."Shelly, but she is your papa’s best friend's daughter, Aaliyah.”"Those are two different things.” I finally carried Fallon in my arms, pressed him onto my face to smell him, and reassure him I was there to protect him."Moon knows I will slit that cat’s throat if you get grumpy and scary. What are you becoming? Nike, Nicholas! What
SHELLY “What were you thinking?” his hoarse voice inquired, angry eyes glaring at me as he made his way into my room uninvited and gave the door a loud bang.I didn't respond, rather I swallowed hard, greasing my parched throat. I had offended him by wanting to tell my mama, maybe I overreacted, and of the truth I demanded some slack.“Answer me.” His thunderous voice yelled and made me shiver. "You don't get to order me around. I have nothing to say to you, shut the door behind you.”He scoffed and rubbed his chin. "You want to act mature? I've got the best medicine.” He continued approaching me.I trembled, but I kept myself in check to not loose an already won battle. "I know nothing of what you speak...PAPA." I threw shades at him. He should bury his head in shame. Pathetic.“Your little smart mouth, you almost told your mama about us.” He rephrased, putting it to my dumb skull. "This, you mean?... there is no 'us’, you're obviously abusing your position and I’m just your vict