ABIGAIL POVI carefully checked Zion's medications, he didn't eat dinner, and that makes me angry, he must eat to recover. I wasn't so worried about his nose bleeding. He had previously had bleeding about three times, all in stressful situations that upset him. The doctor performed tests on him, all with stable, healthy results. I don't understand how a healthy person gets a runny nose just by being stressed.I remain static, considering the latest absurd and at the same time so real news. What if that is normal in siphons? Should I be alerted? Should I do anything other than give him medication?I huff, looking at the small bottle of syrup in my hand. Asmeral has to inform me about this siphon thing. I don't know what to do.I head to the room where Damian put Zion, and when I get there, I am surprised to see a very cute image. I smile.Damian has fallen asleep with Zion hugging him. How cute they looked sleeping, even Damian himself looks like an angel, like someone angelic, out of
ABIGAIL POVI close my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing.“They have Asmeral.” I uttered, and drank from the water that was on the nightstand.Damian frowns deeper.“Zion woke up.” He notifies me seriously, standing up.HAS HE WOKE UP ALREADY?I checked the time and it was four in the morning, not the time to be awake."How are you doing?" I asked tiredly, rubbing my neck.“Perfect, I would say that he is in better spirits, he is playing in the living room, he doesn't get tired.”How confused. Now I frown.“Last night he didn't take any medication, and it normally takes three days to regain energy.”He crosses his muscular arms.“Zion is fine, that's all that matters.” He mumbled, walking over and grabbing a pillow, throwing it at my chest, “Cover yourself up a little.”Fuck, fuck, fuck.My breasts were exposed all this time while I was talking to him. He was enjoying the view, what a shame he saw my bra. Fuck.I see him go.“I'll look for Asmeral, don't worry about her.” He says,
ABIGAIL POVMy arm was grabbed, forcefully, making me spin around and meet him face to face.I'm angry, he was so ruthless, as if I were... his employee. And at the end of the day that's what I am, an unimportant employee.“Abigail.” he mentions.I interrupt him, “I said it won't happen again.” I give my arm a strong tug, freeing it from his grasp. Making my anger clear to him.He didn't insist and allowed me to leave quietly.Zion came with the peanut butter in his hands, I told him that I had already had breakfast and that I was waiting for him in the yard so we could play for a while.The outdoors makes me feel at home, what the walls reveal are the tall trees of the forest, an intense blue sky with several white clouds, the breeze is more refreshing when it is morning, the sound of nature, of the birds singing, and the leaves caressing each other. My skin crawls under the touch of the cold breeze of the day. I hugged myself, and sat on the grass, near the pool filled with ice wate
ABIGAIL POV“She was stabbed, but I think it was with a mystical object, something that cursed her.”What do you mean, I don't see the difference, it just looks like a wound."What are you talking about?"“Asmeral lost its magic.” He said a female voice, totally new to me.It was a girl, arms crossed, looking at Asmeral sadly. I don't know who she is. I search for information with my intriguing gaze at Damian.“Liv.” He mentioned, “The wound is not bleeding, is that a good sign?”Liv, that was the girl's name, I wanted to introduce myself, but she was focused on Asmeral. Why did she seem so interested in her? Everything I observed about her intrigued me more. She was a few inches taller than me, she dressed in a style similar to Asmeral, is she a witch too? That would make a lot more sense.Damian sees Liv to get an answer to his question, the girl approaches and crouches in front of Asmeral, Damian has her lying on the couch. Liv lifts Asmeral's dirty and blood-stained shirt a little
“I have to take a shower, maybe tomorrow.” I murmured and tried to pass by him, but his hand grabbed my waist, holding me against him, I put one of my hands on his chest, to put a safe distance between us.My strength was useless, Damian was stronger than me.“Don't try to stop the inevitable.” he whispers and his nose touches mine.I looked for a logic to his words, a hidden message.“What am I stopping?”“Your wishes, Abigail.” Reluctantly turning on, I find that I have an effect on him, “It would truly be a pleasure to satisfy your desires.”I frown.“You just want sex, Damian.” I got angry, and I struggled to leave, but I already told you, he is very strong, and that made me angrier, “I'm not Amelia, not any of your whores, I'm not like them, so leave me alone.”“You’re just putting it off.” He says very sure.I laughed at that, he really believed I would become like Amelia, and Diana.“Aren't you a committed man?” I attacked him, nothing has been heard about his wedding, nothing.
But with Damian's return my life has made me rethink if Zion wants a dad, I know he needs one, and I believed that Damian had matured, settled down, was going to get married, was an adult. And he doesn't want a family. And what were Zion and I? He didn't want to be part of us. And it hurt.“Zion is an incredible boy,” I said, feeling my vision crystallize, “He always gets A's in school, he supports me and helps me with things around the house, at his age he knows how to pack his backpack and do his homework, he doesn't like me to worry about him, he likes sports and winning, he is kind and understanding. He is good. And he deserves a good father.”“Abigail, I wouldn't be father of the year, but…”“I know, you don't want a family.” I wipe my cheek, I feel so sad for Zion, his biological father doesn't want to be his father.“No, but I can try.” he offers me, and I laughed hurt.“We are not playing the happy family, Damian, I cannot put my son's emotional stability to your uncertain att
ABIGAIL POV Liv, she tries to struggle, to use her magic, but it doesn't work. Because?“She's not Asmeral, Abigail.” Liv mutters, still fighting with Asmeral and her knife.“Let go of her, she's not dangerous.” I asked… “What is your name?”“Bastián.”Bastián saw someone behind me, I look over my shoulder it's Damian, he had just arrived, from where I don't even know, but he's late.“Let go of her, it is forbidden to spill witch blood here.” He orders fiercely, menacingly.Asmeral, I mean, Bastian threw Liv to the ground, looking angry. Or angry. It's confusing, the traveler is a man named Bastian, and he is in my cousin's body. So normal.“Damian.” He mentions, smiling evilly, “I thought I would never see you again.”Do you know Damian?Liv looks dismayed, as do I. How does a traveler trapped in a gem for more than a century meet Damian?"Who are you?" Damian asks, surprised.“How quickly you forget family, huh.” he says, sitting on the couch, placidly, with the same evil smile,
DAMIAN POV “I am powerful, Damian, dangerously powerful.” He stands up, and walks towards me, “Magret converted me too.”"That?" I spat dejectedly.He was also a…“Not exactly,” he read my mind, “I'm half werewolf and half witch. Like Magret, she made me what I am today.”I frown.Just like Zion. A Siphon.“Who is Zion?” he asked."Get out of my mind." I ordered him, “That night they also turned you into a werewolf?”Bastián snorts, “No, Magret converted me before, much before.” He confidently recounts, “She shouldn't have turned you, Damian, she was very stupid to do so.”“Why you never told me.” I demanded, angrily.“Because she loved you,” he says resentfully, with a voice full of rage, I slightly notice his tensed jaw, “But you were very good, she couldn't allow herself to be with you because of her nature and the crimes she had committed.”"No." I deny, my eyes crystallized, the wound opened more and more, hurting like that same day when I saw it consumed in fire.“The dark
ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
Meanwhile, Damian paced the hallways of the house, his mind in turmoil. The confrontation with Abigail had left him shaken. He had hoped that bringing her and Zion back to the house would mend the rift between them, but Bastian’s brutal honesty had only widened it.Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Abigail’s anger and hurt were palpable, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right. He decided to check on her, hoping to find a moment of calm to talk things through.As he approached Bastian’s room, he heard muffled voices and his heart sank. He recognized Abigail’s voice, but the tone was different—soft, intimate. He pushed open the door slightly and his worst fears were confirmed.There, on Bastian’s bed, were Abigail and his brother, locked in a passionate embrace. The sight of them together sent a wave of rage and betrayal crashing over him. He wanted to storm in, to tear them apart, but he knew it would only make things worse.Damian backed awa
ABIGAIL POVI tried to pull away, but the fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch made it difficult. “Bastian, I can’t—”He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hungry and demanding. I struggled for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch.“Bastian, we can’t do this,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why not? You deserve to feel good, Abigail. Let go, just this once.”I hesitated, torn between my loyalty to Damian and the burning need I felt. Bastian’s hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.“Please, Abigail,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, it all became too much. My resolve crumbled, and I surrendered to the moment. Bastian lifted me onto the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.As he undressed me, I felt a mix of guilt and anticipation. I knew this was wrong,
As the months passed, the wounds of betrayal began to heal, albeit slowly. Abigail and I worked tirelessly to rebuild our relationship, and though it was never easy, our love for each other and for Zion gave us the strength to persevere.Margaret, sensing that her influence over me had waned, became increasingly bitter and isolated. She no longer held the power she once did, and her attempts to come between us grew more desperate and transparent.One evening, as the sun set over our home, Abigail and I sat on the porch, watching Zion play in the yard. There was a sense of peace that had been missing for so long, and for the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.“Damian,” Abigail said softly, her hand resting on mine. “I know we’ve been through so much, and I know that things will never be exactly the same. But I want you to know that I see the effort you’re making, and I appreciate it.”I turned to her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Abigail, I love you more than anythin
The days that followed were a blur of guilt and despair. Abigail refused to speak to me, and Zion’s once-bright eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. The trust and love that had bound us together seemed irreparably damaged.Margaret, ever the opportunist, tried to seize the moment to draw me closer. But every touch, every whisper, only served to remind me of the betrayal I had committed.“Damian,” she purred one evening, her hand tracing circles on my chest. “We could be happy together. We could start anew.”I pushed her away, my voice filled with anger and regret. “This isn’t what I want, Margaret. I made a terrible mistake, and I need to fix it.”Her eyes flashed with anger. “Fix it? How? Abigail will never forgive you.”“Maybe not,” I said, standing up. “But I have to try. I love her and Zion more than anything. What happened between us was a mistake.”Margaret’s face twisted with rage. “You’re a fool, Damian. She’ll never take you back.”“Maybe,” I replied, my resolve hardenin
The weeks that followed our victory over the witches were tense. The fragile peace in our household was constantly under threat, and Margaret seemed to be at the center of it. Her presence was a constant reminder of the past and the dangers we still faced. But beneath her cold exterior, she harbored a burning desire—a desire for me that had never faded.One evening, as Abigail and Zion slept soundly, I found myself alone in the study, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. The door creaked open, and Margaret stepped in, her eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “You seem troubled.”I looked up, my guard momentarily lowered. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened. The witches, the artifact, the danger we’re still in.”Margaret moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. “You carry so much on your shoulders. It’s not fair.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It’s my responsibility. I have to protect Abigail and Zion.”S
The journey back home was filled with a sense of triumph and exhaustion. We had accomplished what seemed impossible, but the cost had been high. Our alliance had grown stronger, forged in the fires of battle.When we finally reached home, Abigail and Zion ran out to greet us. Abigail’s eyes were filled with relief and pride as she hugged me tightly. “You did it.”“We all did,” I said, looking at our gathered allies. “We couldn’t have done it without everyone’s help.”Zion looked up at me, his eyes wide with admiration. “Daddy, are the bad witches gone?”I knelt down, ruffling his hair. “Yes, buddy. They’re gone. You’re safe now.”Bastian and Margaret joined us, their faces weary but satisfied. “We need to stay vigilant,” Bastian said. “The witches might be weakened, but they won’t give up.”“We’ll be ready,” Abigail said firmly. “We’ve proven that together, we can face anything.”As the days turned into weeks, life began to return to a semblance of normalcy. We continued to train and
As we approached the witches’ territory, the atmosphere grew heavy with dark energy. Shadows seemed to move on their own, and the air was thick with the scent of decay. We moved cautiously, every sense alert for the slightest hint of danger.“We’re close,” Margaret whispered, her eyes scanning the area. “The artifact is hidden in a cave beneath the witches’ stronghold.”Lucian nodded, his vampire senses honed to a razor’s edge. “I’ll scout ahead. Keep low and stay quiet.”He vanished into the shadows, his movements almost imperceptible. We waited, the tension in the air palpable. Moments later, Lucian reappeared, his expression grim.“There’s a patrol up ahead. Five witches, heavily armed,” he reported.“We’ll have to take them out quietly,” Bastian said, his voice low. “Any noise could alert the entire stronghold.”We moved forward, our steps silent on the forest floor. The patrol came into view, their dark robes blending with the shadows. Bastian signaled, and we split up, surroundi
DAMIAN POVThe next few weeks were a flurry of activity as we prepared for the inevitable return of the witches. Our home became a fortress, fortified with both physical and magical defenses. Bastian and I continued to train Abigail, pushing her to her limits to ensure she was ready for anything.Our alliance with the other supernatural factions grew stronger, each group bringing their unique strengths to our cause. Lucian and his vampires provided surveillance and intelligence, their nocturnal nature making them perfect for night patrols. Alaric and the werewolves patrolled the forest, their keen senses alert for any sign of the witches.Margaret worked tirelessly on strengthening the protective wards and researching new spells to counter the witches’ magic. Her knowledge and dedication were invaluable, and despite our rocky past, I found myself trusting her more each day.One evening, as we gathered around the fire, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. We had become a family of so