When Christen woke, the first thing she noticed was the warm blanket wrapped around her body. Rather, the simple fact that she was still alive.‘I'm... not dead, again,’ she thought, looking at her hand. ‘Again, somehow, someway, I was saved. Again, god delays my death. And for what?' Tears formed in her eyes at the question, heart consumed in depression as she turned to her side, her hand lowered to the floor by her. ‘Is it really that amusing, god? Is it really that fun to watch me suffer day after day? Feed me whatever happy lies you can feed me, and then rip them all away with the most horrible of truths? I already fell in love- twice- and even had a child I loved and raised with all my heart… There is only so much more I can bear…' The tears escaped her eyes, trailed down the bridge of her nose, down her temple, and dropped to the floor. ‘Why? Why can’t I at least choose where or when I die?’Birds chirping reached her ears. Christen, wiping the tears away from her eyes, looked u
Fenris thought his pack and Damien lying to him about watching over Damien’s business and reassuring Christen's safety was shocking enough. More than when he found out the mate he was fated to be with was human. Her statement just now? With that smile on her face that he loved? He didn’t know what to think! He felt shaken to the core for her to make that assumption. More so, being happy at the thought of it.His surprise rose even more when Christen took his hand in hers- a touch that made his heart jump- and brought it to her neck, instantly filling him with dread. It did not help that Christen closed her eyes shut, a peaceful expression on her face."Okay, I'm ready. Please. End me,” she requested.Fenris was just baffled by what his beloved asked him to do. Heck, he was frightened by it, and ripped his hand away from her. In turn, Christen opened her eyes, looking at him in pure confusion."Huh? What's wrong? Don't you want to kill me?” she asked, causing Fenris’s stomach to drop a
With the soup consumed, things were quiet between Christen and Fenris. While the former sat by the fire, the latter was washing up the pot and bowls. Christen offered to do it for him, in return for the soup, but Fenris declined the help. Told her to just stay by the fire where it was warm.It was not that he did not think she was incapable of washing. Not when Fenris heard from her of her life before meeting Damien. How she often slaved her life away serving her family, and spent her ‘married life’ watching over her new home alone, without her husband’s assistance, or that of any other servant or hired help. All the cleaning and cooking she had done was all done by her and her alone. Even if Christen did not think so, Fenris could see that she would make an excellent housewife. In fact, she was one. Her husband, on the other hand, clearly did not see how great she was as a person. Her family were even more so, for them to treat her as one would a slave in their world. Not even Alphas
When the werewolf asked about her ring, Christen could not answer it. She did not want to answer. Did not want to remember the memories it held. Memories of him.‘I don’t want to remember anything about him,’ she thought, tears forming in her eyes as she recalled her time with him.Even though she was nothing more than a prisoner, with him around, she felt anything but. The hope she lost after her divorce with Forrest, regained from her time with him. Not to mention when he proposed to her… ‘Joy’ does not begin to describe how she felt. She even started to think of their future together. A nice house by the countryside, away from the city. The house didn’t have to be big- not like a mansion- but she did like it to be decent enough. For their kids- Christian and any siblings they may have later- to happily be roaming around, playing with each other, their friends, or even whatever pet they would consider adopting. Not to mention when they grow older, and want to take on a hobby. No sm
This... What should Fenris think about this? He who stayed by the door after hearing that sniffle, worried about Christen after how he acted towards her. Once it got quiet, they worry grew. While his bond did not react to the silence, that did not mean nothing was happening to her. Not when it became faulty thanks to his curse.Once he heard footsteps approaching, he quickly shifted into his werewolf form, racking his head for whatever excuse he could use to explain him still being here. All while hoping Christen wouldn’t come to the door. The silence on the other side was gradually putting him on edge, worries rising."I should just go,” he then heard. Words that sent chills down his sides, and rage to grow in him.‘This woman... Is she serious in trying to kill herself?!’ he wondered in annoyance.As through to answer the question, the door opened on Ferris, and he found himself looking down at Christen, who was refusing to make eye contact with him."I thought I warned you about le
It took a while of attempted comfort, but Christen had eventually scared herself to sleep. A sleep that was far from peaceful, when she still has that distraught look on her teary, sleeping face. Even as he gently wiped the tear away from her closed eyes, she flinched from the contact, causing Fenris to pull his hand away. She even curled up in his arms, trying to keep distance from him in her sleep.‘Christen... What happened to you?' he wondered, gently setting her back down on the rug, using a cushion as a makeshift pillow for her, and draped the blanket he used for her earlier back over her body. With each gentle touch he made, Christen would whimper at, her distress seemingly growing. His worries for both her well being and mentality reached a breaking point at the sight. Fenris wasted no time lying right next to her and holding her close to him. An act that made her tremble all the more, yet not enough to cause her to wake. He gently rested his forehead down to her’s, and conce
Hearing that same distorted voice- Christen's voice- caught Fenris off guard. ‘Lies’? What was a lie? He genuinely did love Christen and wanted to marry her that time. What about it was a lie?As though to answer the question, the scene changed, and Fenris found himself in Damien’s office. Where not only the werewolf in question, but also his mate were. They who were at his desk, looking at something on his computer. Something that left Christen shocked, sending a bad feeling in Fenris’s stomach.“W-… What? I don’t…” she stuttered, unable to turn away from whatever she was seeing on the screen.‘Lies…’ came that distorted voice again.“You see now? No matter who it is who comes in here, they are all the same, deep down,” Damien said to her. “Your so-called ‘fiancé’ is no different.”That claim most especially caught Fenris’s attention, as he joined the pair by the computer. His eyes dilated at the sight of it, for on the screen was news of his marriage with Fatima.‘Why the hell is th
Fenris soon awakened himself by the end of that scene. He did not want to witness what was going to happen next in that dream. Not how Damien was going to make Christen forget about him, or their time together.He lied on the floor, running a hand over his face in slight exhaustion. ‘So that’s why she reacted that way towards me,’ he thought.There he was, trying to understand why his mate was so frightened of him when they met last- with him as a human. Thanks to that dream, he now knew exactly why, she reacted that way. With how she had lost hope the first time around, after what happened with her ex-husband, being told about his own marriage to Fatima? After he proposed to her and confessed his feelings towards her? With the promise that he would free her from Damien's hold? It must have destroyed her.‘It was hard enough, getting her to open up to me the first time. Now this? I don’t even know if I can help her this time,’ Fenris solemnly thought, for now displaying any sort of ki
"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