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The engine sputtered, letting out a high-pitched whine before descending into a series of jarring clunks, each one louder and more ominous than the last. A metallic scraping sound joined the cacophony, like nails on a chalkboard, before the car gave one final, wheezing groan. The momentum ebbed, and with a reluctant shudder, it jerked to a halt, silence settling like a heavy curtain in the aftermath of the mechanical chaos.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHY NOW? WHY THE FUCK NOW?!” I yelled, banging my head on the steering wheel over and over again. The honking sound didn’t even stop me from freaking out. I’m not even near this stupid godforsaken town. And this piece of crap has given up on me. I hate THIS!
Okay, you might need some backstory to understand why I’m freaking out. This is all the fault of my estranged mother. Two days ago she sent me a letter. In these modern times, she sent me a fucking letter. After twenty years of pure silence, after running out on me and my family, she finally contacted me.
What a fucking bitch!
/TWO DAYS PRIOR/
“Maya, I don’t even understand what the problem is. I got the scoop on that company, they’re facing a three hundred million dollar lawsuit, and we got the first coverage, and we didn’t sell out, so why am I being fired?”
My boss looked at me with despair. At fifty-six she had seen it all in the world of journalism. People are scamming the ill and poor. Celebrity couples tricking their followers to join a cult. But as she once told me, she’d never met a journalist as high maintenance as me.
I don’t even know what that means. As far as I’m concerned, I am not difficult to work with.
“I am not firing you. I said you’ve saved six months of paid vacation that you are obligated to use. You do not have a choice. Six months is the maximum you can save.”
“What am I supposed to do without work?” I countered.
“Go to Florida. Go somewhere. Maybe do what you did the last time we had this conversation.”
I made a disgusted face. “I like Manhattan. It is one of the few places in the world that doesn’t have a pack. Packs suck. This place is modernized, there are electric cars, and no alpha trying to bullshit me, and tell me I have to follow some fucking rule. Why would I go to Florida? There are eight packs there. Eight! That is too fucking much. I refuse. And the last vacation I had, I spent it getting that story from Iraq. I’ve been banned from the country, I cannot return. So I can’t go there.”
I crossed my arms and watched as Maya took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. “Why is everything a fight with you?”
“Why are you being stupid?” I argued back. What the hell am I supposed to do with myself for six whole goddamn months?
“Here are your options, Vanessa. We will pay you twice the amount of what we normally pay, but you have to take eight months off.”
That is even worse.
“Or take six months of regular paid vacation, and we will give you the Madisson case to cover as soon as you’re back.”
My jaw dropped. The Madisson case is huge. Journalists are too scared to cover it because those who tried have disappeared. The story goes that a British Luna from a huge pack in London was invited by her friend to a vampire castle here in Manhattan. She wasn’t seen for two years after that until three months ago her corpse appeared under a bridge looking unrecognizable. The vampire family that owns the castle hasn’t been seen or heard of either, since the Luna disappeared, and their castle remains the one place reporters like myself disappear from when we enter it. Eighteen reporters all vanished and their bodies haven’t been recovered yet. It’s a case that could pit vampires against werewolves like the ancient times.
Or make a reporter wealthy. Or in a perfect world, do both.
But for me, that luna has two children who deserve answers. And people are too chicken shit to go for it.
“Fine. But swear, I will get my lawyer to draft a contract, no one from this agency touches that case.”
“No one would dare. But I’ll have you know, if you disappear a lot of people will be happy.”
I rolled my eyes and picked up my bag. Six months of paid vacation, fuck. I exited the main office and went straight for mine so I could grab my things. On my way there I got a call.
“Hello, Ezra.”
“Are you stopping by the house tonight? It’s Dad’s birthday.”
“I know, I’m his daughter. What do you really want? You never call unless there’s something you want to tell me.”
My older brother sighed, and I could hear Lionel on the other side. Being the only girl in the family is tragic. They are overbearing. My brothers don’t think my job is safe, they want me to find love and settle down. Not for me. Marriage, mates, packs, words I don’t like. Right along with, vacation and small towns.
ew.
Okay, I might be a bit difficult but I just like things the way I like them. Do you know what mates did for my father? It left him heartbroken. I was only five when he got in his accident. A dedicated police officer was shot in the spine. He almost died, and what did he get for recovering and surviving? His wife leaves him a note that says ‘I can’t be tied down to this marriage anymore. I had an affair, and I’m going to be with him.’
That’s all she wrote like the sneaky bitch she was. Why the goddess would pair a man with such a wicked woman, I will never know.
But it won’t be me. It will never be me.
“Are you monologuing about how much you hate commitment?”
I paused. “No.”
“God, Nessa. I need you to stop by Rachel’s and get my son.”
“You mean, her son.”
Ezra sighed. He reminds me of Maya, I wonder why they’re so exasperated—another sign of a failed mating bond. My brother’s mate drunkenly admitted three months ago that she had sex with his best man two weeks before their wedding. Now they’re not sure they can stay married. She’s sorry, he is heartbroken. One-night stands will never do that to you.
“My son. Get Benny on your way. He loves you, and I do too even though you raise my blood pressure.”
I smiled. “I love me too. And you of course. Bye-bye.”
He hung up, and I shoved the phone into my back pocket as I finished packing up my desk. Then I went straight for the lift, ignoring the people watching me intently. One of my coworkers decided to speak up.
“Vacation?”
I snorted a laugh. Even he knows they wouldn’t fire me. “Yep, enjoy your six months without me.”
“Hooray!” Cheers erupted all around the office.
I shook my head. It doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is figuring out what to do for my break.
Once I got to the parking lot, I headed straight for my jeep. I tossed my box into the trunk, and my bag into the passenger seat before getting in. Exhaling, I drove out of the building. Normally I would take the shortest part to my apartment but I have to stop by my best friend's place. The aforementioned Rachel.
God, this gonna be awkward. I’m the one she drunkenly confessed to. I was not happy when she discovered she was mated to my brother, and I was not happy to find out she had an affair. I told Lionel because I wasn’t sure what to do. And he told Ezra after telling me he’ll get back to me.
So she’s also mad at me.
I turned on the radio, clearing my thoughts with a soothing song.
I dialed Rachel’s number on the way. Driving in Manhattan? Not the best thing. But my Jeep is electric so most of the time I don't even feel it. See packs and small towns, they don’t have this luxury. God I love the city. I turned on the auto drive and leaned back.
“Hey.”
“Rachel, could please pack a bag for Benny and bring it downstairs? I don’t want to have to find a place to park, and then go up to your sister’s apartment.”
“This is stupid. Ezra needs to stop avoiding me, Benny is only three. He doesn’t understand why his mommy had to move out of home.”
“Mommy spread her legs for daddy’s friend, tell him that.”
“Vanessa, be my best friend. Do not get all judgemental. I’m family too. I deserve to be at your father’s birthday party, and Ezra needs to talk to me about what happened. The most he’s said to me was over text and he simply typed- Benny, six O’clock.”
Maybe I’ll go to the Dead Sea for my vacation and I won’t have to be in the middle of this.
“Bring Benny, okay maybe you can pack a bag too. I’m going on vacation. You can leave your sister’s place, and stay with me. I live like forty-five minutes from Ezra.”
“Won’t he get mad?” she sniffled.
“He will get mad at me, and you will be fine. I mean you should worry about Lionel, he hates you more than Ezra does. You know how our family feels about cheaters.”
“It was a drunken mistake. I was wasted, I’ve apologized.” Does that excuse the cheating though? I don't think so.
“I’m close by, so start packing.”
I wanna be a good sister and a good friend, but I do not think people should make the ultimate sacrifice of bonding their souls. It can kill to end that bond so why do it? Why even get married too?
After picking up Rachel and Benny, I headed for my apartment to grab my father’s present and drop off my box of office supplies. I’m not sure why I went to the mail slots to check for any mail, but I did.
Bills, an invite to a corporate event, and.... a letter from.... what?
My mother?
I didn’t open it on the ride up to my penthouse, I didn’t open it on the drive to my father’s house. I didn’t open it until the celebrations were done, Benny was asleep, and Rachel was cozied up with my father’s trauma dog and the rest of us were in his game room watching ice hockey.
I opened it there, surrounded by the same people the sender of this letter abandoned.
/Dear Vanessa,
I know I’m the last person you want to speak to right now, but I want a chance to explain why I did what I did all those years ago. Come to 124 Willow Hollow Lane, Dusty Creek, TX 76438. sit with me, I’ll tell you everything./
A long envelope, with this many words. What a bitch.
I threw the piece of paper into the nearest trash can. I don’t even know what a dusty lane is. Creek? Was it Creek or Lane?
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★“What is this?” Lionel asked as he picked up the piece of paper I’d thrown away. Shit. He looked at me after unruffling it up, and reading through it. “why is she writing to you? From dusty creek?”Yeah, creek. Right. Is that even a place? Is it like a small venue in New York? Hmm.“I don’t know. I just got the letter. I don’t know why she hasn’t reached out in twenty years. Okay, what am I supposed to do?”Ezra growled, “Do what you always do when you don’t want to entertain bullshit. She doesn’t get to see you. She never called, never even bothered to check in to see how Dad was doing. no. You can’t go.”normally, this would be a given. I hate my mother. But I have to admit that what she did reroute my brain. Our family was perfect, and she ruined it. However, I can’t seem to feel that bubbling hate right now. I truly want to know. My therapist- yes, I have one. When you key an old lady’s car at sixteen, call her a dying floozy, punch her grandson, and
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.Her red strapless shirt hugs her like it was made for her, showing off the natural swell of her chest, and that brown flurry skirt… damn, it moves just right when she shifts, teasing me with every single movement. Her brown boots with heels make her legs go on for days, and I can already imagine how perfect they’d look tangled up with mine.She’s not just pretty, she’s got that raw kind of beauty, the kind that makes everything else around her fade into the background. I can’t lo
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I’m not sure I’ve ever been on a bed more comfortable than this. I wore Colton’s shirt to sleep, his bar soap smelt like actual daises, and the house reeked of hand made, I built it myself nonsense. God, I feel like throwing a tantrum. This stranger gave me a ride when I was stranded, and a place in his home, I could have been a serial killer. I sat up straight and exhaled.I could try to be less of a bitch. Hopefully, I’m not here for long, and I can meet with my mother and then head home. To where life truly is. Not on a farm, in a place that shouldn’t be on the map.Getting out of bed, I walked towards the window in time to see the sunrise. My god.... it’s beautiful. Wow. I can get the same view, from my penthouse. Only with less grass. Still pretty though.I’m just not a connect-with-nature kind of girl. Which reminds me, my charger is also in one of those bags that I left. God, my brothers must be losing their minds. I have to hurry. Get a bath, get
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★My mother seemed to have aged gracefully, and it infuriated me more than I expected. She looked like someone who hadn't endured the wreckage she left behind, someone untouched by the destruction she caused. I forced a tight smile, biting down hard on the bitter insults swarming in my head, begging to spill into the open. She looked at me, her eyes already swimming with tears.“My god, Vanessa, you’re all grown.”I felt the words cut through me like a knife. All grown. What did she expect after twenty years? That I’d freeze in time, waiting for her to decide we mattered again? I swallowed the lump in my throat and replied, my voice clipped, barely holding back the sarcasm.“Yes, twenty years apart does that. Uh, you look good. I didn’t know you had remarried.”Her face flushed, a fleeting expression of guilt crossing her features before she looked away. “I’m sorry... I didn’t want to explain everything over the phone. Come in, meet Tom and the kids.”Kids?
The world tilted. My stomach churned violently. I staggered back, clutching the edge of the couch for support before doubling over. I vomited into a nearby potted plant, the acidic taste burning my throat.“Vanessa, please—”“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, my voice raw and trembling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “You didn’t contact me because you missed me or wanted to fix things. You brought me here to save your other daughter’s life. Or that you have a grandson. You don’t even care how I’ve been, how your sons are doing, how Dad is coping—no, suffering—because of you. Do you even remember that the mate bond doesn’t break just because you left? You're not even divorced! You didn't have the guts to get the papers! Do you even know what you did to him? Does Tom know his wife is still tied to her soulmate? Both in bond and by state law?”“Vanessa, lower your voice!” she hissed, her eyes darting nervously toward the kitchen.“I will not!” I roared, my chest heaving. “You’r
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★My shoes and i are not made for the farm life. I don’t need to explore farms to know that to be the truth. The farm is huge, and a definite sign of generational wealth. According to colton, no one in the pack paid or built their house. His family did all that. They supply light, and water as well. All the pack members have to do is a pay a monthly sum, and help around the farm. Imagine getting a four bedroom duplex for three thousand dollars a month- which includes light, electricity, and water. That’s an insane deal if you ask me. How are the hayes family not broke with this sort of hospitality?The biggest houses on the land belonged to his family. His house has a total of seven bedrooms, from what i gathered, and I’m guessing so do the others. This excludes the two living rooms, two extra guest bathrooms, the basement, attic, library and office. This man is rich rich. My family aren’t poor, the only reason we have a house in manhanttan is because m
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I knelt beside my father, the midday sun streaming through the cracks in the barn walls, casting sharp beams of light onto the straw-strewn floor. The warmth of the day made the air heavy, mixing the scents of hay, manure, and the sharp tang of Mila’s labor into something almost suffocating.Mila lay on her side, her flanks trembling as she fought through another contraction. Her sides heaved with the effort, and she let out a low, guttural moo, her eyes wide and rimmed with pain. My father crouched beside her, his hands steady and sure as he murmured soft reassurances.“Easy now, girl,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “We’re almost there. Just a little more.”The sweat on my brow had nothing to do with the heat of the day. I wiped it away with my sleeve, glancing at my father for guidance. Despite his calm exterior, the furrow in his brow told me he was concerned.“She’s struggling,” I said quietly, watching as Mila tensed again, another contraction rippl
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★Rachel was complaining about Ezra, and how he’s taking Benny on a week trip out of the city. Without her. She’s upset because she can’t do anything, if she goes to court Ezra will win. He knows the best lawyers, and it also doesn’t help that one of the best divorce lawyers is Lincoln. Our older brother. I listened as much as I could while the heat was trying to melt me. God, I’m gonna need another shower. Why the fuck is it so hot here? And Colton’s house has no air conditioning. It has fans. But what good will those do for me?“- I’m so frustrated. Can’t he just talk to me? What is wrong with him?”I sighed. “Rachel, I am stranded in this town for the next few months. I cannot be the buffer between you and Ezra. Talk to my father, he might be able to help. Or here’s an idea, Rachel give him some space. Ezra is feeling hurt and vengeful right now. The only reason he’s trying to think rationally is because you two have Benny. Let him take Benny for the br
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★Colton’s arm around me was warm, his body heavy with exhaustion as he breathed evenly against my shoulder. I had spent last night, and this morning taking care of him, making sure he ate, took his medicine, and actually rested for once in his life. He was always the one looking after everyone else, but I could tell this time had hit him hard.He was sick, drained, and barely hanging on before I forced him to let go and rest.I was just beginning to feel like things had settled, like I could relax for a moment, when my phone rang.I tensed, glancing toward the coffee table where my phone buzzed. I carefully reached over, making sure not to wake Colton as I picked it up.The name on the screen made my stomach drop.Dr. Reeves.Something about the sight of it, about the late hour and the still-pouring rain outside, sent a shiver down my spine.I swallowed hard before carefully untangling myself from Colton’s hold, slipping out from beneath his arm. His brows
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The rain hadn’t let up.I lay still, listening to the rhythmic drumming against the roof, the occasional gust of wind rattling the windows. It was that steady kind of downpour that blanketed everything in a quiet hum, making the world feel smaller, cozier.I turned my head slightly, eyes landing on the clock glowing on the nightstand. 5:58 AM.Normally, I’d already be out of bed, pulling on my boots, shrugging into a jacket, plopping my hat on, and heading outside before the sun had even fully risen. There was always something that needed doing on the ranch—animals to feed, fences to check, tasks that didn’t care if I was sick or exhausted.But today was different.Because for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t the first one up.And I wasn’t alone.Or at least, I hadn’t been.The bed beside me was empty, the sheets cool where Vanessa had been curled up against me just hours ago. A small crease in the pillow was the only evidence that she’d been there at al
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 There's pain, lightness, there are things I can't describe about myself in this moment. Because I was sinking. Not into sleep—sleep was something I welcomed. This was different. A deep, aching exhaustion that ran through my bones, making my limbs feel heavy and useless. My skin burned with fever, my head a foggy mess, and yet, my thoughts wouldn’t stop running.How the hell did I get to this point?I’d worked hard before. Harder than this, even. I’d gone days without proper rest, waking before the sun and collapsing into bed long after it had set. It wasn’t new. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t done before.So why did it feel like my body was giving up on me now?I let out a slow, shuddering breath, my throat dry and tight. My muscles still ached from the day’s work, and I could feel the heat radiating off my own skin. My head pounded, my stomach twisted, but it was the exhaustion that weighed me down the most.I knew when it started.The moment I saw the storm ro
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★Balancing the tray carefully, making sure I didn't spill anything.. The broth smelled rich, the steam curling into the air, and I was grateful that my dad had walked me through making something decent.When I reached the knob to Colton's room, I nudged the door open with my hip, stepping inside. The storm outside made the room dim, the only light coming from the bedside lamp I had turned on earlier. The rain drummed softly against the window, the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance.Colton was still out cold. Well, not exactly. He seems like he's unconscious, but I can tell a part of him is still fighting off that sleep. What a dumbass. I say that sweetly though. I think a guy like him needs a stubborn girl to tell him what to do. He was lying on his back, his breathing deep and steady, his face slack with exhaustion. His damp hair clung slightly to his forehead, and even in sleep, I could see the tension in his shoulders—like his body had forg
★。\|/。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。/|\。★As I left Colton's room and thought about the last place I'd seen a first aid kit. Ah! Downstairs. Ah! The guest bathroom. My bare feet against the tiles were cold, and my clothes were slightly wet from having to help Colton in the shower. My nipples were hard, and poking against the simple fabric. The guest bathroom was colder than the rest of the house, the tiles cool beneath my bare feet as I tip toed in front of the cabinet. I opened the doors, my fingers skimming over bottles and boxes, scanning labels as quickly as I could. Headache relief. Sore throat lozenges. Fever reducer. I grabbed the last one, turning it over in my hands. Expiration date looked fine. Hopefully, it was still good enough to help. Still, I hesitated. I wasn’t a doctor—I didn’t want to give Colton the wrong thing, especially when he was already running hot. My dad would know. Pulling out my phone, I tapped on his contact and hit dial. It didn’t even ring twice before h
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★Colton was dangerously close to falling asleep in the tub.His head rested against the edge, his shoulders slack, body sinking further into the water with every slow breath. His chest rose and fell in a deep, steady rhythm, the warm steam curling around us.I wasn’t sure how long we had been in here, but I knew if I let him doze off, he’d wake up stiff and sore—or worse, slip under the water entirely.I dipped the cloth into the water and wrung it out, letting the droplets trickle down my wrist before pressing it against his shoulder. The heat of his skin against the warm fabric sent a shiver through me, but I ignored it, focusing on cleaning him.“Hey,” I said softly, dragging the cloth down the length of his arm. “You need to stay awake.”Colton made a low, unintelligible noise, barely lifting his head.I rolled my eyes. “You’re not making a great case for yourself, cowboy.”Another lazy hum.I sighed and pressed the cloth against his chest, wiping away
★。\|/。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。/|\。★ The storm had caught me off guard, soaking me in the few seconds I’d been outside. I didn't even realize it rained here. Which is kind of stupid on my part because it should have been very obvious that weather conditions can change over time. I'd just gotten used to the heat- okay I wasn't used to the heat. But I'd gotten a good sense that it was always gonna be hot. Today proved me wrong. Now, back in my bedroom, safe and warm, I shivered slightly as I peeled off my wet clothes, grabbing the first dry thing I could find—a large shirt that fell mid-thigh and a comfortable pair of underwear. I made sure my phone and bag were safe. I grabbed my cell and picked up a towel. I ran the towel through my damp hair before padding barefoot into the living room. Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, drumming against the windows, the wind howling like something out of a horror movie. I sighed, rubbing my arms to chase away the chill. Darcy would have to
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I sat on my bed, my laptop in place as I read through the post I'd written just moments ago. /Metropolitan MuseHey, Muse Squad!I’ve seen falling stars before—small streaks of light cutting across the sky, gone before you can even make a wish. But last night? Last night was different.Dusty Creek continues to surprise me. I expected quiet nights, crickets singing in the distance, maybe the occasional hoot of an owl. I didn’t expect to witness an entire sky full of falling stars, each one burning bright before vanishing into the darkness.At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I stood outside, watching as the sky came alive, and for a moment, I felt like I was somewhere else—like I was part of something bigger. Have you ever seen something so breathtaking that it makes you pause? Like the world is trying to remind you that magic still exists?That was last night.Falling stars, a sky painted in silver and fire, and a strange feeling in my
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The horses were settled now. Some were grazing lazily, others lying down in the shade, tails flicking at flies. A few still looked a little off, but it was nothing like before. Since I’d switched out their water, they were slowly getting better—no more sluggish movements, no more dull, glassy eyes. That was a win in my book. I gave one of the mares a gentle pat on the neck, watching as she nuzzled the grass with her nose before taking a lazy bite. The sight made me smile. Moments like this were why I loved this place—quiet, steady, no unnecessary bullshit. Which is why the sound of arguing made my jaw tighten instantly. I turned, recognizing the voice immediately. Samson. For a second, I considered ignoring it. I was already tired of his bullshit for the day. But then I heard the other voice—lower, nervous, unfamiliar. Curtis. I hadn’t spoken much to the guy, but I knew him well enough. Young, hardworking, and my father's favorite for a reason. He’d been