Esmy Pov:-
Arrrrrgh!
My whole body felt like it had been set on fire. I opened my eyes a crack to check if there were flames slowly licking my flesh but I saw nothing. The burning sensation touched my bones and went deeper. It was both in and out.
I trembled on the bed feverishly. There had to be an explanation for this. What is happening to me? I asked myself trying to cool my rising panic.
It was my eighteenth birthday, I could feel my body changing.
I was turning into a monster-a werewolf!
My bones felt like liquid within me and for a moment, I could have sworn I was nothing more than a puddle on the bed. Then suddenly it felt like steel. Like I was made from the strongest substance on earth.
I rolled on the bed taking deep meditative breaths.
The snapping sound made me freeze both mentally and physically. It had come from my legs. My hands moved down to brush my feet and then it happened again. And again.
Arrrrrgh! I screamed in my head.
The bones in my legs broke like they were being crushed by a wrecking ball. The pain moved through me with a paralytic force.
I begged it to stop. Pleaded. But it only got worse. My ribs followed in the torture making it impossible for me to draw in breaths. I screamed out with everything I had but no sound came out.
Is this the end? I thought. Is this how my story ends?
I shuffled on the bed using my elbows but my arms twisted at an awkward angle and snapped. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. The pain was too much for one person to handle yet here I was taking it all.
The sweat on my forehead sizzled from the heat my body was producing.
I screamed out again but nothing. It was as if I had somehow lost the ability to generate sounds. The only sound in the room came from my intense breathing, the cracking of my bones, and my heartbeat.
A strange sound broke out of my mouth. It was wild and feral; almost inhuman. The sound vibrated through the night like a calling.
Darkness settled all around me. Everything slipped away from me one by one even as I tried desperately to hold on to my identity.
There was nothing but a void empty feeling. Nothing left but hunger.
It all went blank for me...
I don't know where I am, I could only see flashes passed through my vision. The smell of wet grass wafted through my nostrils. I could smell something else wet. I moved very fast and if I had to guess, I was running.
Somehow, I felt more like an observer than the one executing the action.
My senses intensified and it was like I could hear and sense everything all at once yet I was being pulled to one particular scent...
Blood!
How I knew this strange scent was blood was a mystery. I just knew it was.
An urge and hunger overwhelmed me the closer I got to the scent. I could also smell sweat mixing with the wet grass as I brushed through the woods. I was chasing something; I had no idea what it was.
Whatever I was chasing was fast which made my legs work extra propelling me through the field. I could hear the labored breathing ahead of me, taste the blood on my lips, and smell the fear and blood oozing off my target.
It was me and yet somehow it wasn't. I could do nothing but watch from a distance which only confused me as to whether I was the chaser or not.
Suddenly I blanked out completely, it was as though, everything that just happened was a dream.
....
I jerked on my bed. My nightgown was soaked in sweat. The fabric clung to my bare skin and heaved as I breathed with difficulty. It was as if I had somehow woken up without my lungs. My whole body shook with a feverish intensity.
Flashes of the nightmare passed through my mind. I couldn't remember the whole thing just bits. The smell of wet grass came to me like a specter coming to life from the dream realm. It must be my senses being in a state of shock from the nightmare.
A gruesome scream tore the silent night and ran echoes through my being, resting somewhere in my spine.
Something about the way the scream had sounded made me shiver and I could tell it had come from my mom.
My adopted mom.
I shuffled off the bed without thinking twice, I made my way to the door, opened it, and moved to the landing. The house was in darkness but I could make the outline of an adult close to the front door. I confirmed it was mother the closer I got.
I was halfway down the stairs when two doors open simultaneously from the hall underneath the stairs.
Izan, my brother, led the way while Donna followed behind. They walked cautiously while I walked with enough confidence to fuel a political campaign but the truth was that I was scared shitless. I just didn't know how to show it.
"Get back!" Momma warned us.
Her voice shook as she spoke and I stopped at the edge of the stairs.
The first thing I noticed was how the front door was missing from where it was meant to be. There were splinters of wood connected to the hinges instead of our door.
Just before the doorway was a familiar object that reflected the light of the full moon. My dad's glasses.
Izan rushed to her side as he ignored her warning while Donna strolled to where I stood putting out protective arms.
"Stay there, Esmy. I'm coming to you." Donna said in a whisper. She sounded scared.
"Ma. Is that blood?" Izan asked in a voice that was pinched.
Mom nodded, her heavy breath filled the room.
She was scared. I could see the dried tears of her face and the way her skin had lost its color.
There was only blood, and father's glasses on the floor and it trailed out through the door.
Donna suddenly froze, as her eyes trailed my body. Her face dropped in horror. She gasped and pointed at my gown. Fear gripped my innards and squeezed hard.
I looked at what she was pointing at and sure enough, my gown was covered in a strange dark liquid....
Blood!!!
My jaw dropped instantly, and mother's gaze suddenly fixed on me. There was a moment of silence, that was broken by a scream from outside.
It was father.
"Stay here!" Mother ordered as she slowly walked outside alongside Izan. Donna's arms wrapped around me, her intense breath warming up my skin.
I could feel my knees quivering, and my heart beating faster, as my fist clenched against my shirt that was drenched in blood. I don't know how, somehow I could smell blood from few meters away, it was fresh and the victim is human.
"George!!!"
Mother's screams frightened us, and before I took a glance at Donna she was already by the door, running outside towards mother.
I ran behind her, but suddenly froze when I was out front.
"What happened here?" Mother's murmurs filled the air and Donna's whimpering caused my heart to froze for a minute.
My heart etched instantly, but then I saw my father standing just right opposite. I took in a deep breath calming my nerves, and as I walked closer to know why they looked like they've seen a ghost, to my surprise there were dead animals everywhere.
Our backyard was drenched in the blood of dead animals.
"Who could have done this?"
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Killian's PovAfter I left her at the coffee shop with my card I had reluctantly gave to her because my conscience and my wolf could not allow I just left her be alone and confused about what was happening to her."You're a dip shit" I heard my wolf, Kai, say.I rolled my eyes at him. He had been about this since the second I opened my mouth and rejected her as my mate."You're a fucking coward who's afraid of being loved and to love"Well now he was just making things up to spite me. He wanted to anger me, because he was also angry and he didn't want to be the one feeling the uncomfortable fire of anger burning in his chest. No, to him, if he was angry, the person responsible for his rage should also feel what he was feeling.He was petty like that anf very annoying as well.I ignored his raging loud voice and his anger focused my attention on other things that were more important, for example, work.Work was waiting for me, on my table all piled up. I walked into my office and hasti
Killian's POV.Mikel kept yelling at me, so loudly that I could hardly register what he was saying but I did know he was raining all sorts of insults on me, I think he was wishing me death as well but I could hardly focus on him.My focus was on Esmeralda who was sitting there wide eyed staring at Mikel as he kept talking. I immediately stood to my feet and walked towards where Mikel was standing, I desperately wanted to bring this argument some place else away from Esmeralda, away from prying eyes so that Mikel and we would be able to further embarrass ourselves."Mikel, let's take this somewhere else, this isn't the right place to do this"."Oh please" he pushed me away "you can't tell me what and what not to do, you don't own me you bastard" he roared as loud as he could and I had to turn my head away from his booming voice.I looked over my shoulder and Esmeralda was still sitted there, as if there was any other place for her to go. "Can you not see I have a guest over, can we ju
Esmeralda's POV"What a conniving bastard you are" A voice boomed from the entrance. I had been lost in thought trying to think about the reason why Killian would make me work for my stay. I had no problem it and I would no exactly prefer to be a freeloader, a leecher that kept taking from him. I had already called for him tonight and he came to me the minute I called him, I was already an inconvenience and I did not want to be more.If he hadn't mentioned it, of course I would have found a way to do a thing or two around the house, to help out the best way I could because I would not be comfortable with doing nothing. And that would be my own reason.However, hearing him say that to me was unexpected and I couldn't fathom his own reason for telling me to do such. Did hate me so much he wanted to punish me dearly for simply existing?Or probably, he was angry because I had disturbed him?With these thoughts in mind, I turned around to meet the owner of the voice, however I was not ex
Esmeralda's POV.I couldn't understand why but I felt heartbroken by what he had said and the dismissive way he had said it. My heart ached for him and my whole body felt the harshness of his words, I could only allow tears fall from my eyes."Why did he say he was rejecting you?" I suddenly heard his voice ask.I looked up from my feet and sniffled, "he mentioned something about a pure blood wolf and being mated with it"I watched as he nodded his head while looking away "he wants to mate with a pure blood wolf so he could heal our father, he is terribly ill and with the blood of the pure blood wolf, he can do just that" The explanation he gave on behalf of his brother eradicated the feeling of heartbreak from my heart. My eyes suddenly became dry as a flower of hope blossomed in my heart after hearing what Killian had said. I was overjoyed with possibility of not being rejected because he didnt like me, it only meant he had to reject me for his father and there was no other reason
Esmeralda's POV.I had told Killian that I wanted to ride in a convertible and the man went ahead and got the deal done.About twenty minutes after I told him what I wanted, I saw myself in a red convertible, sitting in the passenger seat. The hood of the car was tucked in the back and my hair was caught in the wind and I was laughing hard.After what happened in the hotel room, we both got dressed up. Well, I got dressed up while he watched and when I finished, we went to a boutique to get him some clothes and that was when I told him that I wanted to ride in a convertible.I was caught off guard when we walked out of the boutique and a red convertible was waiting for us and not just that, there were four wrapped up weeds waiting for us in the glove box.He offered them to me along with a lighter.When he gave them to me, I was surprised. He really was listening to me and he really had the contacts for everything and everyone.The minute I took them, I laughed so hard because I found
Camille's POVI had been worried sick ever since Killian brought home my son. He was not healing but he was alive and what was more excruciating for me was that he was in pain.I had never known a time in my life that I had been through such a thing before. I had never seen someone else undergoing this ordeal. It was all too sudden and new to me that I didn't know how to feel, nor what to do.The only emotion I could recognize when I thought things through was worry. I was undeniably worried about my son. I was so worried that I started to doubt if it was a good idea to bring him back. Killian had claimed that he was treating him and from how confident he sounded, he seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing and what was going on.I didn't. The person who even talked me into doing this was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't guess what Paula got from this game of hers. Paula had called me one evening and told me about where Mikel was and how he was fairing. I couldn't have guessed t
Killian's POVI laughed as I watched her laugh. Esmeralda had such a beautiful laugh.Coming to Berlin was impromptu, I was just in a hurry to show her that she was wrong to think life was so simple, that with me, this was the least of things that she would enjoy.Everything was perfect. The night was perfect, when I walked out of the bathroom, when I saw her naked on the bed, she was perfect.On her knees, doing a bad job at sucking me off, she was perfect.Everything felt like a dream, that for once, I get to be happy, I get to accept Esmeralda.What I couldn't stop thinking about was when she said those words to me.When she told me that she loved me. I had been busy staring through the window, looking at the city and how amazing it looked. I was happy that I brought her with me. Berlin was a beautiful place and it was one of my favorite cities and being here with her was perfect.I could've taken her to Paris but I wanted to go to my favorite places with her. I wanted to leave a
Esmeralda's POV I was suddenly overtaken by a sense of panic. I feared what it meant. I had never given it much thought before, I had never wondered what would become of my life since I developed these feelings for Killian. I had never worried much about anything. But now, the thought has succeeded in creeping into me, making my hands shake and my whole body spasm. I was standing in the middle of the room, Killian had excused himself, he wanted to make a call, probably had to do with the surprise that he was planning for the evening. I was left alone with my thoughts. I had never hated being alone, I had never hated being the one left in a whole. I didn't care about the loneliness, I didn't fear my thoughts because I always felt that they were just thoughts and there was nothing more to it. But here I was, overpowered by my thoughts. I kept thinking of what would happen to our lives, I kept thinking about how the trajectory of our lives have been altered. Killian has never men
Esmeralda's POVI bit my lip and realized that those words were dominating and as such, I was expected to be submissive.Killian was punishing me for whatever I might have done. He did mention that he was going to punish me but my brain has forgotten what I could've done because I was more focused on his finger that is buried inside me turning in circles, thrusting in and out in a slow motion.He dropped my leg that he had been holding, then he removed his finger from inside of me. I was disappointed because it wasn't what I wanted but then he took my hands and pulled it thereby lifting my upper body from the bed."You're not a pillow princess so don't act like one". He scolded."What do you want me to do?" I asked him.He guided my hand and placed it on his very hard and big erection. "Work for this".I bit my lip again. My finger grazed over the cap and the precum was waiting for me to feel its thickness.He pulled me closer to himself from my waist and buried his head into my ches
Esmeralda's POVI considered myself already kind of used to the kind of words Killian said and how he acted when he said those words but there was something different at the moment, maybe it was because we weren't in the same country anymore or because he and I had somehow become a couple.When he said those words I started to anticipate the second when we would go back to the hotel and he would take the dress off me. It became what I was ready for. Whatever he had planned for me even though I didn't know what it was at the moment, I lost interest in it. All I wanted for us to do was make our way into our hotel room and he would be pulling the dress off me.I looked around and found out that during the time I was spending standing in a spot trying to fathom just how weirdly those words affected me, Killian was already in the bathroom taking his bath so there was no one but me left to open the door for the person who was knocking.I was skeptical at first because I didn't want to open
Esmeralda's POVI ran my hand over my chest, giving him the sluttiest eyes I could muster."Oh Daddy"Killian almost lost it. He laughed so hard that he suddenly began to cough and meanwhile, k was wheezing beside him, about to lose my mind.We must've been such a pain in the ass of the driver because the second he stopped the car, he was outside holding the door open for me.I alighted the car with a warmth in my heart. I was happy. It was already nightfall and the wind was cold and the lights illuminated the city. It was wonderful. It looked wonderful.Suddenly, some fingers interlocked with mine accompanied by the smell of apples. It was perfect.He was perfect."We should get dinner"."Okay, but I'm still gonna smoke some weed or try molly"."Esmeralda, I don't have the contacts of people that sell".I frowned, "I thought you have the contacts of everyone?"He looked utterly confused, he took his hands back from mine and crossed them as he stared at me."Esmeralda, what could've
Esmeralda's POVStepping on the private jet, I had thought I would surely be so excited that I wouldn't sleep or even try to zone out.I wanted to see through the windows and guess alphabetically where we were going since Killian refused to let me know. Even though he didn't say the exact words, I knew he wanted it to be a surprise. I had a hunch that it would be Paris and if it really was Paris I certainly would be a bit disappointed.Paris was a beautiful city and known as the city of love but it was cliché. Every woman wanted to go to Paris, people went to Paris for honeymoons and all that and it was the spot for romance. I didn't want that. Sure I would love to see Paris one day but not because of a special event or maybe I was invited for a wedding there. If it wasn't the case, the case then I don't think I'd ever want to go there.It just didn't feel magical for me.Killian had no idea about all this. He was busy sipping wine and working on his laptop leaving me to myself. I wa
Esmeralda's POV.The last class of the day was literature. It wasn't a boring class. I loved the fiction and we were about indulging in the magic that Sylvia Path was.We were going to read one of her books and so we woukd be able to read the pieces of herself she left in the world.I had talked to the counselor about the major that was on my mind, she thought psychology was good for me since I had a passion to understand humans and the way they acted.The only issue became the college of my choice. She showed me a list of really good colleges in the country but I tokd her that I already knew where I wanted to go.She didn't seem disappointed to hear that I wanted to go the the states college. She thought it was a good choice and I was going to get accepted.Lucky me, it wasn't a long drive from Killian's house and so it was perfect. I get to continue living with Killian while I go to college.I had no desire to experience this or that, to meet new people or to have the full college e