Why was he here? Was this some kind of test? A game of sort that fits his pleasure or entertainment?Christen didn’t know what to make of it when she saw Forrest walk through those doors. Her mind was just swarming with questions as to why he was here to start with. Was he also a part of this role play? Or was he someone else dressed as him? Considering how devoted he was to his true love, she doubted it was the real man. Why would he ever come to see her?“Ma’am? Ma’am,” the nurse’s call snapped her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay? You seem a little pale.”Christen didn’t know if the concern was false or genuine- though she suspect it to be false- but she was in no mood to bother thinking about it, as she simply nodded her head."And you sure? You know you don't need to hide anything. My job as a nurse is to help my patients however I can. In fact, that is what hospitals are for.”Christen was well aware of what a nurse does, and what hospitals do. However, even if she wanted to s
Forrest watched Christen and Christian play on the hospital bed from outside the door. Though it was more of Christian playing with his mother, who tried to match his energy as she rested on the bed, and her additional checkup from a doctor, after her little episode.He couldn’t make sense of what happened earlier. One minute, as he waited out the door for Christian’s arrival, coming up with various plans on how to lightly tell him that they couldn’t see his mother for some reason, next he knew, the steady beeping in the room suddenly became long- one of the signs that stated ‘something happening’ to the patient within- and he barged in to find his ex-wife on the floor, looking more distressed than before. He tried to help her, only to be denied in a harsh manner. It was only when Christian came that she calmed down, and acted very motherly towards him.‘What the heck happened back there?’ he wondered, hoping the doctor will get answers on the situation.He heard footsteps approaching
Forrest became confused by the question asked. “What are you talking about?”“Let me rephrase the question. Did she say anything to you at all while she was panicking earlier? Or make any sort of sound at all?” Raymond asked again.“Do you hear yourself? Of course she-” Forrest stopped right then, thinking back to earlier. As he thought about it, forget not talking to him, Christen didn’t make a single sound at all when she struggled out of his hold. Rather, she barely said a word throughout it all. Breathing and grunting aside, she didn’t make any other sound than those. Heck, he wasn’t sure if she was even grunting at the time. She just barely made a sound.The only time she did speak, though, was when Christian came in and jumped into her arms in a hug. Even then, though, her voice sounded hoarse.“We didn’t see any bruise on her neck, much less a scar of any kind. But it is possible that she went through a great deal of hurt there. So much so, she lost the ability to speak,” Raym
Christen was at peace, as she usually would feel when with her child. He who was on her bedside, introducing a doggie plush toy.“Isn’t he cool? Uncle Forrest and Auntie Kiara got him for me,” he said. “I don’t know what to name him yet, though. Maybe we can name him together?”The small smile she had on her face softened at the question asked. “Of course, Christian.”The two of them had been playing plenty of games for a while now, even during the small examination Raymond was giving her earlier. She knew it was rude for her attention to be on something else when he had been asking her some questions, but she couldn’t help it. She was in an unfamiliar area- supposedly a hospital room- with a person who was nothing more than a stranger to her. Not only that but… he’s a male. Doctor or not, she has had enough men to deal with to last a life time. Besides, just because he was a doctor did not mean he was someone to be trusted. If anything, it made her even more tense around him. Doctors
As he left the hospital, Forrest couldn’t help thinking about the expression Christen had. How she kept her son close to her earlier. The look she had at the time? He managed to play it off to Christian earlier in claiming that she was pouting, but if he didn’t know any better… She looked really sad. Afraid, even. And he had a good idea of what.‘Given how she had acted earlier, she must have thought I was going to keep Christian away from her after this visit,’ he assumed.It had to be that. It was clear how much Christen loved her son, despite the fact that he was also son of either Damien or whichever one of the bastard customers had tortured her so. Raymond also said that she was more comfortable being around Christian, speaking to him, over the doctor. Even if the doctor may just be assuming things, he may have been right. ‘But why?’ he had wondered then. ‘Why would she cherish Christian that much if he was forced onto her?’If she had become so scarred and frightened from her t
The ride to his house had been silent for Forrest. He who was still trying to wrap his head around what Franklin revealed to him. Ridiculous as it was that the doctor chose to tell him it by a text message of all things.’So the boy is actually a werewolf. And half werewolf, no less,’ he thought, glancing at the kid who was looking out the window. ‘No matter how I think about it, his father has to be Damien. There is no way there could be any other werewolf who became so low as to go to a place like that and have their way with other females.’Only a disgrace of a werewolf, a werewolf who has no self-respect, or the worst of rogue werewolves would have anything to do with a place like Damien’s business. As far as Forrest knew, there were very few werewolves who would stoop that low. As owner of that very establishment, the possibility that Damien was the father remained. A possibility so high, Forrest tightened his grip on the steering wheel even more.“And he thinks he’s worthy of be
"I see. So that’s the story,” Keenan sighed, having been told everything from Forrest and Kiara about Christian’s background, as he took a sip of some tea.The three were in the dining room, talking about Christian’s situation while the boy was being occupied by Forrest’s servants. Dinner had long since ended. As they ate earlier, both Forrest and Kiara had a hard time telling Keenan about the boy. Not because they didn’t know how he would take it, as it was more out of concern for the child. Forrest informed his mate of the results Franklin had sent, hoping she would tell her father ahead of time about the boy so they would have this discussion at a better time with a better atmosphere. He did not think he would return to have to explain everything to his former Alpha with his mate.Thankfully for them, as it would turn out, Keenan had a soft side towards kids. A side that was foreign to Forrest, who always remembered Keenan as a stern Alpha wolf to his pack members, even the pups. H
Christen did not sleep well at all last night. Not one bit. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she was able to sleep well. Not even with Christian by her side was she able to sleep well. All she had ever dreamt about were nightmares about two things. Rather, three.One was a nightmare of many people in her life blaming and ridiculing her for many things, pushing her around and treating her like a slave. Her family were especially the ones responsible for all the pain and pressure placed onto her. Worst part, she couldn’t say anything back to any of them.The second nightmare was none other than the many ‘costumers’ having their way with her body. Of course, she didn’t want to have anything to do with them. In fact, she tried running from them in those nightmares. Sadly, it ended with her getting caught by them and either be used for their sexual desires, or be tortured in the most painful way possible, as punishment for trying to run from them. Whichever the case, it was ne
"What do you mean ‘you don’t know what’s wrong with her’?” Fenris demanded the healers, after spending hours watching them do their jobs, constantly checking Christen’s condition and comparing notes with one another, and even overheard them coming up with various theories as to what became of her. Theories shot down but the other healers.“Exactly as we mean it, Alpha. We checked over as many things as we could, and even took blood samples to see if there was anything wrong. Unfortunately, as far as we could tell, there was nothing wrong with her at all,” one of the healers explained.“‘Nothing wrong with her’ would mean that she would have no problem with waking up. Yet, she hasn’t so much as respond to our call to her one bit. You cannot be telling me that this is all nothing,” he demanded. “Check her again. Use every method you can think of to find out what is wrong with her. Try to get her to wake. And if I see so much as a scratch on her, I will hold all of you accountable. Is th
Fenris ran in the snow in his werewolf form on all fours at full speed like his life depended on it. Desperate to get to his house in the Diamante-Krawler Pack as quickly as he could. Only it was not his life that needed the saving, but Christen’s, who was strapped to his back with the blanket. Body practically limp on him.“You’re going to be just fine, Christen! I promise you, you’re going to be okay!” he shouted to her, not receiving any response from her at all.‘How could this have happened?! Right after I promise her!’ he frantically questioned. That indeed. How could it be possible? He had just woken up from the nap he was having with her, feeling refreshed, and wanted to make some light meal to have with her. By the time he woke, she was still asleep, not that it bothered him. And since her body was warm- a sign that she was still alive- Fenris just thought to let her sleep peacefully a little longer while he was getting lunch ready for them. While her appetite may not drasti
Fenris was shocked enough with everything he had found out that involved Christen. The way she so nonchalantly accused him of being like the other guys who toyed her really took the cake. “I would never play you like they did!” he exclaimed.Christen was unfazed by the shout, though, as she shook her head. “Of course you wouldn’t. You’re not human like my customers are; maybe you have a different preference in games, too. And now that you’re married, maybe this game you’re playing is one that your wife would be okay with. So long as it ends with my blood being spilled or something.”Shell shocked, Fenris did not know what to think or say about this. “How could you have so little view of yourself? Of me?” he could only ask.“Like I said. It wouldn’t matter what I say. Not to anyone else. Only Christian- my own son- cared, but now he’s gone. With a much better family, who would give him more than I ever could.”“You really think I don’t care? When I saved you from death, cared for you,
Fenris did not know what to think at this point, when he saw Christen crying for her son’s leave. Not out of sadness or desperation for him to come back, but accepting the leave? Accepting that he was happier with another family? But what about him? When he didn’t even know he had a son until now? Not that it was her fault, he supposed…“So… That was our- uh… ‘Your’ son I saw?” he asked.“Yes. And he’s happier with another family,” Christen answered, not daring to look at him, as she only sat on the bed, hugging her legs close to her, with the blanket wrapped around her body.Running a hand across his face in an attempt to calm himself down from this revelation, he asked, “And you know that. How?”“Because I was with him at the time.” The response confused Fenris. She was with Christian when he was with his new family? He had thought that once a child is given to another family, the original would not be allowed to see the kid. Then again, it was not as though she lost custody over hi
Fenris was shocked enough when Christen responded to him, then when she wanted him out of her life- when she wanted to have no further involvement in anything at all- but that last one? That one claim she made in her plea? Did he even hear her right?“Baby? What baby?” he asked, kneeling down to her side. As he was about to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, before he could even touch the blanket, Christen toppled over a bit, leaning against the door, with the blanket falling off her body. To his shock, astonishment, bewilderment, and all other words he could think of to describe the sight before him… Her belly was swelling. No, not ‘swelling’. “Pregnant… You were pregnant?” he asked her, looking to his mate and notice how pale she seemed. While he was no doctor, nor did he know much about pregnancy for human females, he could tell that it was not a good sign for the mother. Just as he was about to comfort her, the scene changed again. Not really the scene itself, as it was mo
It took a while for Christen to calm down. Unlike the last time she had a panic attack, she was still awake. Just huddled against the corner with the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were red and puffy from the frightful crying, and seemed very distant.Fenris walked to her, a cup of tea in hand. “Here. Something to warm you up,” he offered.Christen did not take the offering, much less acknowledge it. Her mind wondering around to other matters.Fenris did not know what to think or say now, as he licked his dry lips. He sat down by her with a light sigh, and brought his tail to her, hoping she would at least react to it. Even then, there was nothing. Fenris was at a loss. Why was his mate refusing to answer now? Was taking her out really that bad an idea? Then again, she was hesitant on coming out earlier.“Did you have some bad experience being outside? Maybe a kidnapping or something?” he asked. A question that was left unanswered, considering how unresponsive Christen h
"Okay, I think that’s enough combing now,” Fenris said to Christen, having endured the gentle grooming long enough, as he moved his tail out of his mate’s hold. He could sense the small dismay his beloved was feeling, but for once, chose to ignore it. For he knew for certain he would not be able to handle any more of that touch if he continued to let Christen continue.He glanced behind him, wondering if his mate’s mood has improved after all that combing. While she did have a small frown on her face, he could see that it was not from the earlier experience; just the loss of his tail. The moment she noticed him looking, however, the frown turned into a slightly frightened, hesitating expression. “As I said, this will be a part of your job,” he reminded her. “I have you cleaning the cabin, it will become too sparkling bright as a hideout. If you do feel restless not having anything else to do, you can comb my tail. In fact, I will even allow you to cook, if you so wish. It gets tireso
When Finral confirmed his son’s bond’s legitimacy, the other werewolves looked on in interest with what the evidence was. “Everyone here tell me first. Has there ever been a time when a werewolf has ever linked their mind to a human in any way?” he began.There were some murmurs at the question, all with uncertain expressions. There were even some who wanted to think that the man was about to talk nonsense- especially from the Krawlers, namely Winston- but could see from the tone and expression that Finral was quite serious in the topic. “My son is able to do that with the human. Linking his mind to her’s when asleep.”The moment the explanation left Finral’s mouth, Winston brushed off the claim. “In other words, the boy was doing nothing dreaming, as are you. And yet it is my and my daughter’s positions that are called to question? If this is dreams we’re talking about, I’m sure many of us here has had plenty of dreams where there are other people included. Loved ones or otherwise.
Back in Fenris's house, in the Diamanté-Krawler Pack, things have gotten quite troubling for the Advisors. “This is the last time we have let your daughter get any sort of freedom, Winston. Not once did she get in the way of another werewolf’s mate bond, but twice. Nay, THRICE, if you include her meeting with Alpha Fenris’s mate the other day!” a male elderly Advisor from the Diamante Pack scolded.“But Allister, this ‘mate’ Fenris claims to be with is human. How do we know for certain of that person if his mate? And furthermore, let’s not forget that the boy is cursed. His senses dulled to the point that they have become equal to that of a human’s senses. Who is to say that he is not mistaken in what he feels?” Winston reasoned. “He’s not wrong,” a male Advisor of the Krawler agreed. “While those of us amongst the Krawler know little of this curse your Alpha has, as the people who have watched over him, you should have some idea of the curse. Better than we do, at least. That being