I let out a deep breath, looking at the beautiful band around my finger as I lightly traced my fingers across Quentin's abs. We had decided to go forth with the wedding. After nearly losing my life, Quentin didn't want to waste any time and as soon as he could, he called upon a couple of pack elders into the bedroom and we had a small informal ceremony.
It wasn't my dream wedding but I'll have that at a later stage when I'm feeling better.
I'm still not feeling too good, I was still very weak so I'm just laying here, letting Quentin take care of me.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked me, as I felt his fingers move through my knotted hair and I hissed, slapping his hand away.
"We need to do this ri
My heart's banging against my rib cage, my palms are sweaty, and no matter how many times Quentin kissed me and told me everything would be alright, I knew that there was a possibility that they just wouldn't be.My mother is the only family that I have left and I can't afford to be arguing with her. I know she'll probably give me an earful about my behaviour at the restaurant but I've long since forgotten that day because I had more pressing matters. Like, oh you know, me dying.I tried to get dressed up for today but I was still too weak and tired. I couldn't walk so I was in a wheelchair, wearing a floral long sleeve maxi dress and a pair of warm fluffy slippers.I sent out one of the pack members to pick my mum up from her hotel a few hours ago and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before the car pulled up and I would see my mother after everything that's happened.&nb
"And who the hell are you?" my mother snapped at him as he confidently strode into the room and walked towards her with his arm outstretched."I'm Quentin Wynverston, your daughter's husband," he introduced himself like that was actually going to help me. If I was able to move around and had the strength to stand, I would’ve probably slapped him silly because this would do more harm than good. My mother would view this as a sign of disrespect.My mother snapped her head to the side, "is that so? So you're the silly English man who kidnapped my daughter and brainwashed her?" she stood from her chair and slapped his hand away, "are you not even the least bit ashamed of yourself?" she snapped at him, "this is my daughter, she's not even 21 years old yet-"He nodded, accepted her backlash, "I understand that you're very upset-""Oh, I'm not upset Quentin, I'm pissed
"Do you think she'll come around?" Quentin asked me as he slowly began to undress me so he could bath me. There really was no need for him to do any of this because I was feeling a lot better but he kept insisting and wouldn't take no for an answer.I raised my arms above my head, letting him take off the dress easily while I stood in front of him in my underwear, "I hope so," I mumbled honestly, concerned about my mother as I thought about how she had reacted once she gained consciousness.She started calling Quentin the devil and swore that this was some “satanic shit”, she also tried to run and when we stopped her, she kept screaming out the Lord's name and promising that she'll pour holy water all "over this bitch". But after the abrupt blow up, she was simply numb and went into more shock. I just sat th
"I really...don't know what to say," my mother broke the silence as we both sat on her balcony, eating the breakfast that the chef had prepared for us. She hadn't said a thing to me this entire morning so I gave her some space by not pushing her and forcing her to say something."I know, I'm sorry," I apologized to her, "but it was hard for me to keep this a secret from you, mama. You deserve to know the truth about the life that I've somehow ended up in.""Are you sure you don't want to leave?" my mother asked me stiffly, her posture uncomfortably rigid as she looked at me with wide concerned eyes and I shook my head."I've accepted this life," I admitted to her, eating everything on the table that was laid out for us.
We didn't leave the bedroom for the next couple of days, hell, I'm not even sure how long we've been in here. All I know is that I didn't want to leave because things were finally good. Everything was just magical and wonderful; the kisses, the touches, the sweet loving strokes. I just couldn't get enough of this man and everything that he gave me.I dug my nails into his back, my head was thrown back as I let out a series of cries of ecstasy as each of his strokes hit me in the perfect spot that was my undoing. I could feel the tears cascading down my face as Quentin growled out words that made my clit tingle in excitement.I'd cum five times ever since we woke up this morning and I don't think I can take anymore but Quentin as stubborn as he always is, wouldn't listen.
Words can't describe how glad I am that even though my life is all sorts of bizarre and strange, my mother is still at my side. Apologizing to her and trying to rebuild our relationship was the best thing that I could've done. I can't imagine what I would've done if she wasn’t here with me. I don't think I would've went through with this because I just wouldn't have the strength to do so."Don't worry, they'll love you," Quentin whispered soothingly in my ear as he kissed me on the cheek and refused to let me go from the hug that he'd given me the second that he spotted me walking towards him. I shivered at the sound of his words in my ear as I closed my eyes momentarily and took in this moment."Ok," I said with a dry mouth as Elisabeth flew up to Quentin's head and propped herself up on his head and I saw him fr
"I don't think they like me very much," I told Quentin as I felt him wrap his arms around me. He stood behind me, pulling me closer to him as we entered the privacy of our bedroom.He placed a kiss right on my mark and I closed my eyes, tightly gripping his hands that had found a home on my stomach, "why do you say that?" he asked me as my eyes looked across his bedroom, taking everything in. Just like the rest of this house his bedroom was just as opulent, large and grand. Everything from his abnormally large bed to the golden windows that if you gazed out of you'd see his entire town."I don't know. Not a lot of people like their stepmothers. Plus, I'm still so young...and now I'm this stepmother to 34 children and the wife and mate of a man who has eight ex-wives...fuck, Quentin."
Winning over the little girls and boys wasn't much of a problem. They were open, honest and as long as I sat down and played with them, they were more than happy to talk to me about all kinds of things. It was the slightly older ones where I faced a couple of issues and dirty looks. Quentin's oldest child is 12 years old, and she's still giving me the cold shoulder and honestly, I don't blame her. She has every right not to like me but I'll keep trying to create a relationship with her.Something really cool that I realized about Quentin's children is that he named them with the same alphabet as their mothers names. Brigitte's children’s names all begin with B, Eloise's children's names all begin with E and so on and so forth. So this made it a lot easier to identify their mother’s.I spent the day wit
"You really made her bow down to you?" Elisabeth asked me with wide eyes as I struggled to keep the proud smirk off my face as I bit my bottom lip and stretched my arms from the position that I was laying in.The tea party with the wives had ended a few hours ago and I was relaxing with Elisabeth as I told her what happened and at first, she was giggling when I told her about how the wives all started fighting until I got to the part where I made Katherine bow down to me.I didn't think I had it in me to do such a thing and I'd be lying if I said that I had planned on doing that. I didn't plan on standing up and putting their wives in their place which was clearly all the way down there compared to me and I most definitely didn't plan on making Katherine bow at my feet but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good.
"Are you ready?" Elisabeth asked me as she magically appeared in front of me while I was observing myself in the mirror. Some other women would spend the 24 hours before their wedding by going out with friends, having a bachelorette party and reflecting back on their single days; but I am not like other women. The day before my wedding will not be spent with my closest friends and half naked men with bulging crotches and tight underwear accompanied by strip poles rather, it will be spent with my future husband's eight other wives.I'm attending their infamous tea party. I remember the disaster the previous one had been and I hope that I don't have to witness the same thing but more importantly I hope I'm not the one they all turn their fiery gaze on. I don't think I can fight eight she wolves. Matter of fact, I know that I can't fight them.
"I can't believe you cut your hair," Quentin's English accent was thickly coated in shock as he ran his hand over my new hair and I slapped his hand away."Stop it," I scolded him but he was still looking at me in shock."I thought you were going to put in hair extensions or a weave," he told me as I glared at him."Are you saying that I look ugly?" I snapped at him but he quickly shook his head."You're incapable of ever looking ugly, Sarafina. I just wasn't expecting you to cut your hair. You look astonishingly beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful and bare I've ever seen you."I wasn't expecting to cut my hair either. When Quentin brought m
What use was crying and moping going to be? There was only so many times I could cry about the situation but it was permanent and there was nothing that I could do about it. Quentin would not let them die and I shouldn't want them to die just for my own selfish needs.I chose him over my own mother, I chose him over death and what I hope had been paradise. I had to stick with him now and there was no going back.I woke up before the break of dawn and took a much needed shower. I needed to scrub myself clean because it had been days since I stepp
The bedroom door banged open and my mother came charging in, "you know what, Sarafina, I can't do this!" my mother exclaimed as she ripped the sheets off my body and I just looked at her.Quentin had carried me from the balcony and laid me on the bed before covering me with the sheets as he cleaned around the room and I finally rested after what felt like years.I hadn't seen my mother this week because I didn't want to face her and I guess she gave me that space or Elisabeth has been holding her back."I can't just sit back and watch you live like this," my mother snapped at me but her angry tone was only laced with heartbreak. The heart
I would do anything to make her happy. I'd put my life on the line without a second thought if that is what made her happy but no matter how much I loved and cared for her, I couldn't let my children grow up without their biological mothers. I care for my children and I don't want to take their mothers away from them. It would be the most foul and selfish thing that I could do and I know that Sarafina understands this but it is difficult to wrap her head around the fact that the only way to save them would be for me to create that mate bond again.I had promised myself that I would never hurt her again when she had been laying there with no heart beat and just a pale sunken in face after I had prayed for her to come back to me and when she opened her eyes I promised myself and the moon goddess that I would never be the reason behind her tears of pain and I'd kill anyone who dare
I thought I knew what I was getting into but now it's pretty obvious that I was in way over my head. Once again, my mother did know best. She was right when she said love just wasn't enough. At this point, I wasn't feeling very loved or needed or...anything at all. If anything it felt like my heart was breaking and I tried so hard to keep a straight face on as I stood beside Quentin. Brigitte and Florence were across us. Both of them looked sickly pale and they looked horrible.I felt bad for them and sorry for them, they were dying for crying out loud and the evidence was all over their form but I just didn't want them marrying Quentin.I can't believe he'd do this to me...is it wrong of me to want him all to myself? I guess n
I know understood why Katherine hated me. Even though it hadn't been my fault, the man that she loved, found someone else. I couldn't even find the strength to stand from the floor and I don't know how my mother knew or found out that something was wrong with me but when she came into the room, pleading with me from the other side of the door to let her in, I realized how glad I was that I had her here with me.I didn't even have the energy to put on any clothes. My mother came into the room and immediately covered me with one of the many robes in the room. After that, she sat on the floor with me and cradled me in her arms like I was baby as I sobbed into her chest.I welcomed the comfort that she provided me, sobbing uncontro
"Good morning, Sarafina," I heard his deep voice croak into my ear as he kissed my forehead and I opened my eyes with a grin on my face.I let go of the pillow that I was holding onto that smelled like him because I couldn't sleep at night without his body right next to mine, "Quentin, baby," I squealed in excitement, all trace of exhaustion gone from my system as I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced his body to fall onto mine, "I missed you," I cried into his neck, burying my nose deep into his flesh and inhaling as much of him as possible."I missed you too, baby," he coaxed me gently, running his fingers along the sides of my waist, tickling the naked flesh and causing goosebumps to appear on my arms "I'm sorry that