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[Hyacinth] Slate blinks. “What do you mean?” he looks genuinely looks baffled. It is obvious that the thought of what we should do next never really crossed his mind with any type of depth. Maybe it’s because he is Alpha, and he is just used to people doing what he wants them to do. “We tell them the truth, of course,” he kisses my fingertips..” You and I are mates. We found each other. We want to be together. Everyone will be happy for us. I don’t see the problem.” “But what about my sister?” I ask him directly. “You haven’t broken things off with her yet. Do you think it is fair to her to show me around as your mate without letting her know first? What will you do if either Drew or Blake or even worse, Bash, tells her by accident?” “I think Drew and Blake could handle the truth,” he grins. "It's not like they don't understand what it is like to find your mate and keep it to yourself." “Maybe they can,” I admit. “But do you want to risk it? It’s bad enough that we are going to b
[Hyacinth] As Ash opens the doors to the restaurant, a stray breeze kicks up some fallen leaves, swirling them around her like a cape of dirt and broken promises. Angry doesn’t begin to describe the look on her face as she glares, her eyes like lasers, at the space where we are sitting. Marching over to us, she stands above the two of us, her whole body radiating anger. “Slate,” her voice is tight. “We need to talk. Now.” “What happened to you, Ash,” Slate looks just as puzzled as I feel her wind blown and dirt smudged appearance, which doesn’t meet her usual polished standard of elegance and poise. “The last time I saw you was in the hospital. You were upset, but you seemed fine.” “WHERE have you BEEN?!” her nails are cutting into her hands as she shouts. “Can we please speak about this outside,” he pleads. “This isn’t the right place or time for what we need to talk about. I don’t think that anyone…” “You don’t think…?” her voice continues to raise. “That’s right, you don’
[Hyacinth]“What do you mean, something bigger?” I turn from watching Ash stumble down the street back towards the hospital to looking at my mate’s scruff, unshaven face. He is so handsome, even when he’s not quite clean or ready for his day. In many ways, he is even more attractive because he is so relaxed and at peace even after Ash’s terrible display. Slate turns to me as well, his blue eyes intense, as if battling his own thoughts. "I don't know," Slate answers, shaking his head sadly. I can see that he is worried and sad about Ash. They were together for six years. I'd worry more if he were not concerned about her. "But whatever it is that I cannot remember about yesterday, either Sage doesn't remember either or he is hiding it for some reason. She was the last person I remember seeing and then you were the next person once I was in control again. It just feels like too much to be a coincidence."I find myself unable to argue with his logic. There has been something very off ab
[Slate] After his declaration, everyone started to laugh and his little cheeks puffed up and out while his face burned red and his green eyes kindled with an inner fire. But Sebastian James, the powerful little alpha pup, did something nobody expected. He started to cry. Not just little tears, but big, wracking sobs, like his heart is breaking into a thousand little pieces. “Whoa there, Bash,” Hyacinth kneels beside him with her arms open wide. He falls into her embrace, burying his face in her hair. “I know you believe this is true, but we talked about this," she sighs as she says this, looking up at me in apology for her son's embarrassing display. "But he is my father, he is! Kai says so and he is never wrong!" He insists, stomping his feet in frustration. "Kai doesn't lie. He says that he can sense he is our real father," his whimpers transform into rapid breaths as he struggles around his now stuffed-up nose. Hyacinth squeezes her little pup a bit tighter. It must be so
[Slate] Hyacinth's eyes are quietly watching us both. She looks frightened but what is she afraid of? What does she think is going to happen next? I can tell she has so much more to say but instead of speaking, she is waiting. "More than anything," and I mean every word that I saw as I look into his eyes, "I wish I could be your father more than anything else right now." A tear rolls down his mother's cheek as she watches this interaction. I hope she can hear how sincere I am and the depth of how much I care. "And even though that isn't possible, I hope we can still," I pause, trying to choose my words wisely. "I'm hoping to marry your mom someday, and I hope we can all be a family, that is, if you are okay with me joining you." Hyacinth gasps. I guess I just proposed to her through her son. I'll have to do better next time, although I know that even if I had proposed to her in private, he would need to approve it as well. Bash stares at me for a few minutes before his little hea
[Hyacinth] Slate looks more than a little bit worried as we find a pull-out on the side of the highway. The strange banging and scratching sounds seem to have stopped, leaving us with more questions than answers. As soon as the car stops rolling, Slate pops open the hood and begins to peek inside, grumbling under his breath. Just as I reach into my bag for my phone, it pings letting me know that I just received a new text. Opening it, I see that I have received about half a dozen text and phone messages. Flipping through them, it soon becomes clear that I need to call Blake right away. “Slate!!” I shout as I press the call now button. “I think we have a bigger problem than your car.” “I’m sorry, what?” he looks around the hood of the car towards me, a bit of grease smudged on his nose. “Did you say something?” I move my arms frantically waving him over while I keep the phone to my ear. I’m about to reply when Blake picks up on the other end. She is sobbing over the phone
[Hyacinth]Slate opens the trunk which flies open. Inside, curled up amongst the jumper cables and spare tires is Bash, who blinks up into the sunlight at the both of us, his eyes wide with shock, his mouth open as if he were about to start yelling for help. He was in the middle of tapping on the trunk door, lying on his back with his feet and clawed fingertips in the air.“Finally!” he stretches and his claws retract as he reaches his arms out to be picked up. “I was thinking you’d never find me!”“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!!!?” I try not to scream but I’m not sure right now if I should be happy or angry. “Do you know how much trouble you are in right now?”“But Mama,” his little lip begins to tremble as I pull him out of the trunk. His arms squeeze my neck into a tight hold as if he is afraid I might disappear. “I promised you. I need to keep you safe.”“Your Mama is just frightened, little wolf. She thought some bad people had gotten you or something very bad had happened to you.
[Hyacinth] “Superheroes,” Slate looks skeptical. “Like Superman?” As we made our way along the highway headed south, we decided to take Bash with us on our little adventure down the coast. It was easier than taking him back to River City and then heading out alone again. Besides, it seemed like a good idea to have some family time, although alone time would have been nice as well. I blush at the idea of more time alone with Slate. We have had so little time together, and I feel a need to be closer to him. I hope he still feels the same way about me as I tell him the next part. “Not exactly,” I try to explain what we mean, but it just created even more questions for Slate, who looked a bit lost as the discussion continued. “So let’s see if I understand,” he is trying so hard to stay calm, but I can see a bit of panic in his eyes, even as his tone remains compassionate, “little Bash here has the power to make people’s minds turn off which he’s had since his wolf began to material