ABIGAIL POVDon't leave here, don't do this, don't do that. My life moves at the mercy of Damian, he thinks he owns me, and the situation I am in does not favor my freedom and autonomy, I can't leave here, but I need clothes, my things, and Zion the same. Precisely because of him I can't leave here, we have all the covens of witches looking for us in the sky, sea and land, and in places where there is no place, everywhere. It's overwhelming being locked up here.No.The overwhelming thing has been accepting this new life.“Mom, will I be going to school soon?” Zion asks me, his breath warms my chest, he is lying on top of me, holding me.I stroke his golden hair.“We will go to school soon, but for now, we have to wait for Asmeral.” I explained, sweetly. And even though Zion was sad, I don't worry, because he will end up understanding.Asmeral is the only witch I trust, she is the only one who can help Zion, although my son has magical gifts, but he looks like any other child, I think
ABIGAIL POV“Don't be angry, but my body is better, and it's been like a stone for 400 years.” He jokes, laughing alone, he notices that no one is following him and asks us, “A question, where did they put the fun people?” “I want to organize a party.”“400 years?” I said stunned, mouth agape. Living that amount of time is impossible.“Don't look at me like that, I didn't know Adam and Eve.” he gets angry, and goes to lie down on the couch.I look for Damian, I'm still shocked by his brother's age.“This is Natalie, she will stay with us tonight,” Damian tells me, before feeling his hand on my waist, holding me possessively, “You obeyed me.”I nod, blushing, “It was dangerous to leave here, I wouldn't expose Zion like that.”"Good girl." he smiles and walks past me, leaving me alone.I move to the living room, there our two tenants were arguing, and a girl was mediating with it. Asmeral insulted Bastian, and Natalie laughed and calmed Bastian down.“Why are you such an idiot?” Asmera
ABIGAIL. POV“Are you willing to love me?”I couldn't believe it. Damian doesn't know love, but the way he protects me, the way he cares about me and Zion, our son.“Completely, Abigail.” he promised, and I honestly believed him.I trust him.But…“You're going to have to prove it,” I stepped aside, “I'll set the table.”I dedicated myself to organizing the table, placing the dishes, glasses, forks, knives and spoons, everything necessary for us to have a pleasant dinner, although I sense that Bastián and Asmeral will not do their part to ensure peace at the table. Damian served, and reached for a bottle of wine.It was fascinating to meet that tender Damian who wanted to convince me that he love me, the warmth of his hands, the security in his eyes, his manly voice sounding so careful. Simply fascinating. And I believe him, but I have to pressure him to think about giving me a place in his life outside of bed, because he could also be needing to be with a woman and that's why he pers
ABIGAIL POVNatalie smiles at her, “It's not easy, but I'm learning to live with this, sometimes I can feel the magic of other witches, who they are and what spell they use, and I saw you, Asmeral” Asmeral swallows dryly, “I saw you protecting Abigail and his son.”"You have a son?" Bastián asked, babbling without missing the news placed on the table.“Yes,” Natalie answers, “A son Siphon.”“No,” Bastián covers his mouth with his hands, he is truly enjoying dinner, “Is it a siphon?”Damian notices my fear, and talks about it, “I hope I have your silence, Natalie, I don't want to be forced to hurt you.”Natalie smiles at him, “I won't say anything, but I would like to meet him.”“No,” I refused, she didn't give me confidence, I don't like her calmness, how she knows everything, “No.”Natalie lowers her face, and I know she likes to make me nervous, why does she do it?“I won't hurt him.”“I don't believe you, I'm sorry, you're a witch, and I don't want you around my son.” I stand up,
ABIGAIL POVI needed to be sure of his level of commitment to us.“Yes,” he says, “I want to be a good father, Abigail.”“And you will be,” I assured him, encouraging him, “I trust you.”He smiles wolfishly, getting closer, taking with his hand the end of the tie that encloses my body in the bathrobe, I would like him to untie it and leave my skin completely at the mercy of his big hands.And the only thing that stops him is Zion sleeping a few steps away from us, it would be very irresponsible to do adult things in front of our son, we would become bad parents. I ran my hand over his cheek, and he liked the feel of my skin, he closed his eyes and I couldn't look more helpless, more tender. I smiled more.Yes, Damian can be very difficult, hostile, cold, cruel. But he also had tenderness if you learned to see it."And I trust you." He lets me know, and one of his hands goes and touches my chin, and the other, in my carelessness, pushed me to him, to where he wanted me exactly, on his
DAMIAN. POV “Good morning, Bastian.” Abigail greets my brother, he smiles at her, and continues sunbathing, he is tanning, “And he stops calling me that.” He asks her, with a slightly annoyed tone.“Sister-in-law?” Bastián repeats, making me burn him with my eyes, she nods, it bothers her that I call her that, it bothered me too, Bastián smiles evil, I know that look, he spits venom, “It's just that Damian told me that you are his wife. ”I close my eyes cursing inside, it pisses me off that he says it so blatantly, with that mocking tone he always uses."That?" I heard Abigail's impression and absorbed expression, I looked dismayed, asking for answers.Bastián smiled like never before, he achieved what he wanted, and at the same time what I wanted, for Abigail to find out about my serious interest in her. But I won't let Bastian enjoy it, it wasn't the way, it wasn't the place, Zion is here, for God's sake!For this reason, and with the enormous anger that had been accumulated since
He makes me laugh, I sit next to him, I steal his glass of rum, I dare to take a sip."What's going on?" I asked, curious to know if he was really thinking about him.“I want power.” He mentions lost at that point in the room that consumes him.I frown, “Power?” I repeated, taking another sip.“And I'm going to have it” he looks at me as if I were a stranger, his eyes were so cold, so unknown that I wasn't his brother, he returns to that point where he is consumed in his thoughts, “Whatever it takes.”"You can count on me." I gave him my support, and extended the glass of rum to him. Bastián smiles at me, and he takes it, pouring all its contents into his mouth.“What do you mean I have a siphon nephew and I didn't know it?” He acts offended, but laughs again, smiles at me, “Zion is like me.”“It's a mini me, Bastian.” I reply having the creative genes of that child.“Physically yes,” he certifies, “In personality he is also like me.”I frowned, “How do you say he's like you?”“That h
POV ABIGAIL If Damian had listened to me when I told him that I had business to attend to, I wouldn't be alone with Bastián, it's so uncomfortable and difficult, we don't get along, but we try, he's like family, Damian surprised me today, he wanted to bring me here, to me who had to chase me to stay in his office. I look at the door, and the great CEO written on it, Bastián opens it, another impressive thing, Bastián polite, hard to believe, I know. “Damian, my love, I need you.” I'm the first to pass, I recognize that voice, it's her. My body remains static, I forgot how to move it, how to move my lips, speak. I confirm her presence, her curvy body in a very short black dress, heels and matching accessories, her raven hair falling in cascades over her left shoulder, her frivolous gaze finding me. She is sitting in Damian's booth. She makes me so angry, so angry. I bite my tongue. "What are you doing here?" I spit approaching her. Amelia smiles at me, “I remember you, the intrud
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