Forrest's eyes widened at what he heard from the human. She ‘can’t’? Can't what?"What do you mean ‘you can’t’?” he inquired, sitting up while keeping her close to him."It doesn’t matter. Nothing I say will ever matter," she whispered, raising more of his concern for her."Why would you say that? Of course it matters!"“You’re just saying that. We both know you dan't mean it. I’m just nothing.”The way she spoke so little of herself was starting to unnerve Forrest. How could anyone have so low an opinion of themselves? Don't humans normally have so much pride in them?"Then pretend that I do care and tell me why you think you don't matter?” he practically demanded, any to receive no answer from her again, aside from a weak headshake. The Beta started racking his brain, wondering what he could say or do to improve her situation, or get an answer out of her. "Okay, it that's how you want to play it, consider this an order. Tell me why you believe you or nothing you say will ever matter
After giving Christen some time to calm down, Forrest took her by the hand and guided her back down to her room, to get her changed out of her hospital gown, and into some casual clothes Kiara got her the last time she visited. An action that was turned out to be more troublesome than it should, when Christen nearly stripped on front of him in broad daylight. Surprising as it was, he supposed he couldn’t blame her much for the action she took, seeing as she had been held captive for the past few years as a plaything.Once she changed into her new clothes, Forrest took her down to the lobby, where a bored Christian sat in one of the seats, waiting for their arrival, with Franklin trying to entertain him. As soon as the child took notice of the pair’s arrival- specifically one of the two- a smile broke out on his face, and he shot out of his seat."Momma!" he cried out, rushing to Christen in joy.The sight of her child being this happy to see her filled the void Christen had in her ch
"Christian's father is not amongst Damien’s men or his customers? Or even Damien himself? What do you mean by that?” Forrest questioned.He and Franklin were in the latter’s office, where the doctor was giving the Beta his report about Christian’s father. Or lack thereof. Forrest had requested Franklin to find out who the father was so he could... ‘interrogate’ him for letting harm go to his son and Christen. Worse, for doing an act so disgraceful as a werewolf, as to rape a human woman and force life into her. And yet, he’s being told the father is not amongst them?"We ran plenty of blood tests in Damien and his mafia members- both human and werewolves alike- and found no similarities in their DNA with Christian’s. Not even Damien’s DNA matches with his, as I stated before, so that rules out all of his group,” Franklin explained.“And what about the customers? Namely the criminals the police arrested,” Forrest asked. “Last I heard, didn’t the police look into the list of customers D
Elsewhere, it was a busy day in Lunar Lights Company, otherwise known as LLC. For the past few years, this company rose to be known as the most promising electric company in all of America. They have lights of all sorts, and even give great service to various screens, be they phones, computers, or even television. Even the many wallscape buildings have sighed long-term contracts with them with how well they had been doing their jobs.In one office at the top of LLC, one lone individual was on the phone with someone.“Yes. Yes, we will certainly go through with this plan. Thank you, good sir. I hope you have a wonderful day.” Without another word, he immediately hung up the phone with a sign, having been done with the call.“Another contract done. I'm starting to get tired of this work,” he muttered. "Still, I did make a promise. I'll be damned it I don't keep it.”“And just what sort of promise would you be referring to?” came a feminine voice, bringing his attention to the door, wher
The ride home was uneventful in Forrest’s opinion. Something he grew to appreciate, in his current circumstance. Sitting with him in the back of the car were Christen and Christian. Both who seemed to be in their own little world, as they played a few games in the car. Nothing rowdy; just small games between the two of them. Christian offered Forrest to play with them, but he declined. Both because he didn’t want to get in the way of their family time together, and because he sensed Christen is not yet used to his presence. Not in a way that she would feel comfortable being around him.Looking at the pair- specifically the older of the two- Forrest thought back to when he last saw Christen, prior to the day of their divorce. Not just that one time, but also the many times before that. Every last bit of moment the pair had when they were married.He recalled how happy Christen seemed every time they were together. Joy in which she tried to hide, so as to not make a fool of herself or
"Come on, Momma! You’ll love it here!”“O-Okay…” Christen muttered out in a low tone.She was pretty much a nervous wreck as she was escorted out of the car with her son, who enthusiastically rushed to the doorway of an extravagant mansion before them. She had been to plenty of fancy places growing up. Be they 5-Star restaurants, a nice cruise, even parties at famous hotels. However, none of those would compare to this place.‘Now I see why he thought of our house as a shack,’ she thought, recalling to the day of her and Forrest’s divorce."This is our new home! Isn’t it awesome?" Christian announced.Christen didn’t share that jay. She ‘couldn’t’ share it. If anything, she felt intimidated being here. At the doorway to Forrest’s real world. She thought they lived in similar worlds before, with Forrest having a far better position than her. This? She couldn’t believe she was even involved with someone like him.“Come on. There's nothing interesting at the entrance. Time to go inside,”
With the situation somewhat resolved by Kiara, Christen was taken up to her room by one of the maids, with Christian following. Once they left, everyone else just stared at the trio. Particularly Christen."What are the rest of you staring at? Back to work!" Forrest ordered, prompting them all to disperse. With them gone to deal with their respective tasks, he let out a sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose.“Someone's looking tired,” Kiara stated, as she walked over to her mate."Today has been quite eventful,” he explained. "Thank you for the assist. And I'm sorry I didn’t tell you about the sudden arrangement.”"Understatement of the day. And it’s okay. I’m sure you have your reason. Unless if you were just unsure about how I would react to the news." “It’s not that I worried about how you would react. At least, not given how helpful you have been, taking Christian to see his mother whenever I couldn’t, even though you could’ve just had a guard escort him there. You even went a
Christen followed one of the maids to the guest room she was to be residing in for the time being. As she walked with her and Christian, Christen could not help still feeling both nervous and unwelcome being here.“You’re gonna love it here! This place is way better than the hospital!” Christen assured.“You think so?” she could only say, trying to be careful not to say anything that may trigger the maid in any way. At least, nothing that would state any sort of comfort being in a place she clearly doesn't belong.“Definitely! And even more than our former home!” Christian added on, not noticing the unease in her voice.The maid chuckled a bit at the reassurance. "Well, I can at least assure you won’t be held prisoner here,” she stated. "At least you'll be free to do as you please here. That includes leaving, if you wish to not reside here for any reason. So long as you don't cause any sort of trouble for the master and mistress, that is.”“She won't do that. Right, Momma?" Christian