Jamal's POV Autumn thinks for a moment. “Maybe you could write her a letter. Or send him an email. Or a text from a different number. Or a message on social media. Or a note in his locker. Or a gift. Or a song. Or a poem. Or a…” “Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, smiling at her and carefully raising her to sit on my lap before looking into her eyes. She was so innocent, even her smile made me think everything was going to be instantly better, and more importantly, she reminded me of Methis. The same warm glow emanated from the both of them. For that, I was glad she didn't resemble me that much. “There are many ways to communicate sweet heart, But your mother is a strong willed woman, the main question is, will she even read them? Will she even care?” She nods. “Of course he will. She loves you, Dad. She’s just afraid to admit it. I am sure she will realize it somehow, if you two get to talk.” I smiled the kid was sweet. “Thanks, Autumn. You’re the best. You always know what to say.”
Methis' POVI had no idea how my life had somehow become even more complicated than when I lived around literal werewolves with a mysterious prophecy over my head.But somehow, it had, and I was already sick and tired of it. I hadn't spoken to Xander since the fight, I had decided it was better if we stayed out of each other's path for a while, to allow things to cool down to manageable levels. But now, as I stood on the bus, making my way to my apartment, I started wondering if it was the best option, cutting him out at this moment.I got home and walked up the stairs keeping my face down, not wanting to engage in any kind of small talk or exchange of pleasantries at this moment, I was just exhausted."Miss Delis?!" A voice called out.Fuck, who the hell was it now. I ignored the person, walking as briskly as I could up to my door and wishing I had taken the elevator when I heard the person's footsteps jogging up to me."Miss Delis? Wait!" The voice was whiny and insistent. Exactly w
Methis' POV He kissed my forehead and said, “You’re welcome, my love. Now, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about Jamal.” I tensed up and felt a knot in my stomach. Jamal. The man who had turned my world upside down. The man who had made me feel things I had never felt before. The man who had left me without a word. “What about him?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “He came to see me yesterday,” he said. “He wanted to talk to me about you.” I felt a jolt of shock and curiosity. Jamal had come to see my father? Why? What did he want?" For the first time, my father looked unsure, like he wasn't sure how to break it to me, or if to. “C'mon Dad, what did he say?” I asked, holding my breath. "He said he was sorry for leaving you like that. He said he had some personal issues he had to deal with, and he didn’t want to drag you into them. He said he cared about you a lot, and he wanted to see you again. He asked me for he asked me for your permission to call you. He said
Methis Delis POVBoth Jamal and Xander looked like they could kill for me that day. But was that a good thing or a bad thing? I did not know how exactly to process it but I believed everything was going to iron itself out eventually.I picked up my phone and scrolled aimlessly for a while. I scrolled past me and Sophia's last texts to each other. I tapped her number but froze at the call button. Did she hate me? What would I think if someone who had previously fought my father called my phone? Jamal who she must have known as my boyfriend had messed up her bother badly and had beaten her for doing what all sisters would do if they found their brother in a fight – join in.All she could say was 'fuck off,' I concluded and hit the call button. The call went through but there is was no response on her end. She had not answered it, but she did not decline either. Maybe she was busy or had left her phone somewhere she could not hear the ringing. Unlike Sophia, I had to admit but any hypoth
Methis Delis POVAfter a hearty breakfast and some touching talks, I cleared the table and did the dishes immediately to avoid them piling up later in the evening. My father headed off to the home office while I went to the living room to pass some time and think on my current being. I had school to attend and the level of work waiting for me back at the stadium was bone-breaking. I had to resume soon. I only came back here to have some time off from all the stress and all the drama going on in my life. I had to constantly remind myself about that because soon enough I knew I would get too comfortable and forget all my other responsibilities until it was too late. I had a career to chase. The more I kept thinking about the career I had to chase, the more I reminded myself of Jamal who was here and wanted me to be his Luna. It was an impediment to my career. Or was my career just being an impediment to a regal future with Jamal? Being a queen was said to be every female's dream in the
Methis Delis POV"One more step closer to her and we'll find you six feet deep, Jamal." My father was at the other side of the living room with a shotgun in hand.Jamal wasn't scared. All he did was smile and gently bow low. "Good day, Sir. Are we really going to be talking over shotgun? For how long?""For as long as it would take for you to know that my daughter does not belong to you." My father said sternly.Jamal gestured towards a seat and took it carefully. "I've come again, Sir. I've come with a gift this time. A gift for Methis and I thought I'll give it to you in her stead but seeing that she is here herself, allow me to hand in my gift."Without waiting for response, Jamal stood up and walked over to me. He went behind me and I heard the clap of a small box as it opened and closed. Slowly, his hands reached around my neck to pack my hair towards one side before sliding and clipping in a necklace. But then his hands wandered too low and too long. I looked at my father to see
Jamal POV“No. I am not,” I lied. I had no idea who this boy was but somehow he knew my name. For all I could tell, this boy could be a spy or worse. He was unknown to me so admitting my name might not be the best thing to do.“I know who you are, sir. You are Jamal,” he insisted.“And how did you come about that knowledge?” I asked.“I inferred it.”“Well then your inferring is wrong.”“It is not. He knows you. You were the guy who fought in the mall the other day.”Damn the internet, I thought. I should have taken that into account before I fought Xander that day but I was overwhelmed with anger so nothing other than the moment mattered. I turned to the boy and looked at him.“Even before the fight, he knew you,” the boy added.That was exactly the question I had wanted to ask. Who knew me? who was the ‘he’ this boy was referring to? “Who knew me?” I asked.“The Watcher,” he whispered.“The who?” I asked. Quite confused by what he said. Partly intrigued but majorly disgusted.“The W
Jamal POVIt was intriguing, wasn’t it? That Jamal would dare to fight me. I had not really thought about it until this moment. Why was it that he had developed so much confidence to go head to head against me? of course, dragon blood. Dragons were proud creatures. They prided themselves for being big, brave, strong, and cunning. But in truth they were neither of these things. They were just egotistical, full of themselves, and boastful. I don’t know if I would be saying these words if Xander had not been the way he was. Perhaps I would be praising Dragons for being calm and comported. It goes to show just how much a part could make you infer the whole.I was currently sited at the bar of the hotel. I had taken just a few shots and could barely feel the sting of the alcohol. Human wine truly was weak. I had promised myself not to get drunk as I was raising children. It would be a terrible thing for a child to see his or her father drunk. I had two. To be fair, I was not worried about