Christen laid in bed in her new room. Her eyes were open, unable to sleep after what happened with Keenan. Not only was he frightening, but his question about Christian’s father. She knew it would be brought up at some point, but she had hoped it would never be spoken of. Not when he was the last person who gave her false hope for a good future. Who played with her heart even worse than Forrest did. Who made her think there was some good in this world, only to realize, it was all but a fantasy.‘How long had it been since then?’ she wondered, looking at the curtains in her room, covering the windows behind them. ‘What was the sky like back then?' The moment she wondered that, she quickly shook the thought out of her mind. 'No. Forget him. That guy… He's nothing to us.’Despite thinking that, tears formed in her eyes at the memory of him, in which she wiped away. ‘Never again, will I believe in the good. In love…’***It was when she was first taken by Damien and made into one of his '
A sigh left Fenris’s lips as he entered his room, exhausted from everything that happened today. He still could not believe that he had been a lied to this whole time. Not only Fatima and her Krawler dogs, but his own people as well. More than that, rather than asking him directly why he had even been going to that building, simply because he heard his son may be seeing a human woman, Finral completely disregarded Fenris’s feelings, and went along with Fatima’s lie?!Just remembering the confession enraged Fenris even more, as he shifted into his werewolf form and went on a rampage, breaking apart the desks, bed, and even tore the sheets and pillows apart.‘How could he?’ ‘How could they?’ These two questions swam in his head, raising his rage all the more. Because of a curse he had been struck with some time ago, his senses were not as sharp as it should. As such, he could not sense a lie when told to him, and put all his trust in his pack mates and family for many things. Though the
"Thank you and have a nice day."Christen nodded to the cashier before taking her leave out the supermarket, a bag of groceries in hand. ‘This should be everything on the list,’ she thought, glancing at the grocery list she had in her other hand.She had been working in Forrest’s mansion as a servant for several days now. In the time that passed, as she expected, not one of her peers made any attempt to get along with her.Instead, they tried to find various ways to get her out of the house. At least, Christen thought they were trying to. Often times, though, she noticed how some of the servants would try to make attempts to either get her hurt or make a mess of things, only for the ideas to be turned down in the end, out of fear of Forrest and Kiara finding out. They still pushed her around, somewhat, and had her handle several difficult tasks on her own, but she managed. It was no different from her childhood, as she often had to take care of things her family servants would do. ‘Fo
Christen could not comprehend it. She could not comprehend what happened just minutes earlier with Jack, or even now with Kiara. Whom she was waiting for after she got dragged off to a park, and was told by her to wait at the bench they stopped at, as she walked away to somewhere. ‘Should I sit and wait?’ she considered, standing by the bench instead of sitting on it, as anyone would, before shaking her head. ‘No, it would be considered inappropriate if I did. I’m just a servant, after all. That is… Unless if this is Kiara’s way of making me leave; getting me in trouble with Forrest. Or better yet, she just left me here to abandon me, telling me to never come back.’ Would Kiara really do that? She wasn’t entirely sure. Christen wanted to think the woman would be returning soon, considering all the other nice things she had done for her, but it was hard to say, given her history with plenty other people who played the kindness card on her. Not only that, but there is also their connec
Christen sighed as she walked away from the park- from Kiara- as she recalled their interaction in her head.‘She didn’t deserve that,’ she thought. ‘I should’ve been more mature over that. And I’m supposed to be an adult? I really am a waste of space, to act out like that.'She stopped in her track and let out another sigh. "Should I even bother going back to the mansion at this point?" she wondered aloud.No matter how Christen thought about it, should she really bother to return to that place? To the place where she would get nothing but disapproving or judging eyes. Scorns for even trying to help. Much like she had been receiving in her childhood. She may had pleaded with Forrest to let her stay with her son, but now she wondered if that was but a mistake. More than just a mistake, as she wandered if Christian was not really a blessing in her life, but a-The second the negative thought reached her mind, she shook her head. ‘Don't be ridiculous!’ she told herself, smacking her che
Christen was shocked to see who it was who saved her. After how disrespectful she was earlier, she didn’t think Kiara would save her. Much less, help her.Somewhat recovering from the kick, Otto glared off Kiara. “Huh? And what’s it to you?” he demanded. "We have business with the girl. You can just go to whatever gathering you're missing out on and pretend you don’t even know this one. I’m sure one less servant would mean nothing to you. Especially not someone like her.”Christen didn’t like how the guy had singled her out the way he did. She had just met them, after all. Yet, already they speak about her like they knew her since childhood. That is, the people who knew her merely as the youngest McGuire daughter prior to marrying Forrest would treat her the way Otto was.As it just so happens, she was not the only one who disliked this man's attitude, as Kiara glared at the pair and took in a breath. “I am going to give you two five seconds to get out of my sight. One…”Otto scoffed
As Scar continued to drag Otto away from the scene, the latter’s struggle refused to cease, as he tried to get his fellow werewolf’s hands off of him. It was only after the pair were deep in an alley that Scar finally released his hold on him."What were you trying to do, suffocate me to death?!” he demanded. "Our target was right there!""Under the protection of another werewolf," Scar added. "And not just any werewolf, but an Alpha, in case if your senses has gone dull these past several days of searching in this world.”Otto waved off at the warning. "Bah, like that werewolf was anyone we should be worried about. Or have you forgotten her powerful our own Alpha was? Had you just mentioned his name, and it was sure to get that damn female running.“ Once he said that, he then placed his hand on his chin in thought. “In fact, now that I think about it, I probably should’ve done that with that human, too. Then again, with all those other scents on her, I doubt she would even remember h
Scar entered the room upon permission, where he saw Alpha Fenris sitting at his desk, looking over some paperwork. The second he walked in, Fenris let out a sigh, as he set down some documents he was reading."This has better be good, Scar,” he warned. "I am giving you but one change to explain yourself. Tell me why you and Otto failed to bring my mate here. Assuming if you really did find her as you claim, that is.”‘Straight to the point,' Scar thought, for he had a feeling his Alpha would want to talk about that the moment he was in his presence."There were some complications on the matter,” he began. “To start Otto may have gone a bit… ‘rough' on her.”“‘Rough’ how?” Fenris questioned, narrowing his eyes in suspicion with a low growl. “I promise you now, Scar, if there is so much of even a little scratch on her-““She’s not hurt. Probably a bit shaken, but Otto didn’t hurt her,” Scar hastily interrupted. “He may have laid a hand on her during it encounter, but she is fine.”Fenri
"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