After she ran out of the house, Roxanne hastily flagged down a taxi. She threw herself into the passengers seat immediately it stopped.
"31st Avenue." She said, locking her fingers tightly together to stop her palms from shaking. Tears welled up in her eyes once more. Again, she fought them back in, she had to. She had to keep fighting the tears back in until she figured out exactly what was going on. Roxanne sat patiently in the passenger's seat on the road to her parents house. But the ride was driving her crazy. She wanted to steady her thoughts, but couldn't. There was a deep hole in her chest, a very deep one that Jonah and Rayla had dug with their own too hands. Their words continued to echo in her head, the smug look on Rayla's face, the nonchalance in Jonah's eyes! Roxanne gasped, struggling for air, she clutched her suit trousers tight and held on to it, as if it was what was going to ease her pain, as if it would fill the hole in her chest, or fill her lungs with air to breathe. There had to be some sort of explanation. Maybe her parents were in on it too. Maybe a prank, to celebrate anything! Probably her new job. Yes! That's what it had to be. Roxanne coughed and sniffed in her tears, she would not cry anymore. Everything was a cruel, joke, it had to be. Her sudden migraine threatened to split her head into two, she thought of Jonah again. He would hold and kiss her after she told him how the prank had shattered her, she was sure of it. She would tell them all that the prank was unnecessay, she would smile and say "Oh darling, you shouldn't have done that.!" He would drive her to work, kiss her for goodluck, and everything would be fine again. When the taxi stopped in front of her parent's house, Roxanne took one glance at the whole polished bungalow before storming out of the taxi. She normally took time to appreciate her mother's lavender flowers sprawled all over the front porch, but there was nothing to appreciate about them today. They sickened her. Roxanne planted herself at the foot of the door and knocked on it. "Someone answer me before I tear this door down!" She screamed. That seemed to do the trick. Theresa, Roxanne's older sister answered the door bell, Roxanne pushed past her into the living room. She stopped to look around. Nobody, there was nobody here. No decorations, no cake, no balloons, no Emily...no nothing. She was wrong, there was no waiting party. The little part of her heart she had tried to hold together, shattered into a million pieces, her eyelids stung harshly from all the hot tears she was fighting back. Anger quickly replaced the confusion, uncertainty and heart break. "Where's mum and dad?" She asked, pacing frantically about the large room. "What the fuck crawled up your ass?" "Mum! Dad! Somebody get down here and answer me this minute!" Roxanne screamed at the top of her voice, ignoring Theresa's questions. She was going to get her answers, it didn't matter if she had to tear the house down. "Roxy, are you okay?" Roxanne turned to Theresa, holding a finger out so she knew better than to reach out for her. Her eyes were red with glazing anger. With every second that past, Roxanne was growing weaker and dizzier; the adrenaline that coursed through her veins was poisoned with spite, and there was nothing she could not do at this moment. Theresa saw all these, and did not come any closer. A bitter laugh escaped Roxanne's throat. "Am I okay? I need someone in this house to tell me why my fiance and my sister were holding hands on my front porch with an invitation card to their wedding! You better start talking, because I'm running late..." she wanted to gag on her tears. "...for work!" She screamed, pacing about hysterically. She wanted to throw the TV on the wall down to the floor and watch it crumble into pieces, like her heart. Confused, Theresa looked around, she heaved a sigh of relief when their parents came down the stairs.With the look in her daughter's eyes, Sarah knew what Roxanne had come here for. The elderly woman gently squeezed her husband's hands. Tony turned to her. "She knows." Sarah muttered, loud enough for Roxanne to hear. In that brief second, Roxanne snapped her neck to the direction of her mother's voice. The look in her eyes only confirmed one thing; it was true. They had betrayed her, every single one of them. "Like hell I do! When was anybody here going to tell me? On the day of the wedding?" Disheartened and confused, Sarah opened her mouth to speak. Roxanne was faster. "And you all knew and thought it was okay? Jonah and I have been together for half of our lives, you sat and allowed Rayla to ruin everything?" Sarah's eyes locked with Theresa's, silently pleading with her daughter to speak on her behalf. With a nod, Theresa spoke up, moving closer to her sister with a concerned look. "Listen Roxy, Rayla didn't mean to ruin anything. You have to understand that there's very little either of them could do. Love finds us in the strangest of ways." A bitter chuckle escaped Roxanne's lips. As she stood there, watching all of them give her stupid explanations to justify they betrayal, she wanted to spit on each and everyone of their faces. Love. What did any of them know about that word? "Love? You stand there and you talk to me about love?! It is supposed to be OUR wedding mum! Mine and Jonah's, not Rayla and Jonah's!" Sarah and her husband, Tony, where now at the foot of the stairs. However, they knew better than to go any closer to Roxanne. "We can fix that my dear! You and Rayla look alike, there wouldn't be much difference, people won't even know when we switch the names..." Tony spoke up, with soft eyes as he looked at his daughter. "Your father is right..." Sarah cut in. "Sweetie, you know how important we are in the church. What would people say to us when they find out Rayla is pregnant before marriage? Think about your sister, do you want her baby to grow up without a father?" She continued. Beckoning on her daughter's forgiveness and understanding. Her eyes pleaded with Roxanne to be reasonable. But, Roxanne was far from that. What she felt now, was a far cry from reason. "Please baby...be reasonable." Tony added again. That was the last straw. Rage quickened her blood and her fury roared to life. They all stood around her, staring pathetically. Not knowing what to say, or do. Reason. Did they just asked her to be reasonable?! Her sister had just slept with a man they all knew she was dating, she got pregnant for him, and they all knew! And now, now she's the bad person for feeling bad? She's at fault for getting angry? She should be more considerate and think about her sister? NOBODY HAD THOUGHT ABOUT HER. Nobody had considered how she felt! She was just supposed to understand and forgive! She was supposed to feel for Rayla's child. To hell with Rayla's child. To hell with Rayla. To hell with everyone of them.If she had seen this story in a reality TV show, she would have laughed to scorn. Perhaps that was the reason the only thing she could do now was laugh... In pain. Everyone's gaze shifted from Roxanne to the door when it opened. Roxanne's eyes fell on Rayla's frame. The urge to yank her perfectly straight blonde hair from her skull lay in Roxanne's stomach. If Rayla moved one step closer, she just might. "The nerve of you all to stand here and talk to me after what you've done." Roxanne could not stop the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks. She felt helpess, cold.When she woke up this morning, she had not planned to be stabbed at the back by your own family, she had never expected this from any of them. "I am so sorry, I never intended for this to happen. Jonah and I fell in love and we..." "Stop." Roxanne cut in. She cast a bitter glance around the living room and smiled. "You know what? I never want to see any of you again. Ever." The emphasis she laid on the last word caused Sarah's eyes to soften. Roxanne saw this, but was far from caring. As she walked slowly to the door, she stopped by Rayla's side and looked up at her. "I always let you have everything. You wasted no time and spared no effort to show me how much better you were. I never said anything. But this..." She paused, tearing her gaze from her sister. "This is the height of it." With that statement, she was out of the door. Unsure of ever returning.Roxanne took the first taxi she set her eyes on, headed to LexCorp. She did not care that there was a mother and stubborn crying baby inside. Infact, she liked the fact that there was a crying baby in it, that way, she was able to mask the sound of her own wailing. She would have bailed from work if today wasn't so important to her. Besides, it won't hurt to get a good news after being slapped on the face with a bad one. So, she bit her lower lip and tried to hold on to the thin thread her sanity was clinging on. While trying to think of two good reasons why she shouldn't drive a bullet into Jonah's heart.Finally, when the taxi alighted at LexCorp's fifty story building, she jumped down from the taxi and pushed her way past the high glass doors. She ignored every greeting and did not say a word to anybody, not even the receptionist who she usually threw a smile every morning; well, this wasn't like every other morning. Roxanne hurried to the bathroom on the ground floor and plante
Emily was stunned when she woke up to find a hand pulling her by her right wrist the next morning. "I lied! I won't survive today by myself!" Emily's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Roxanne clad in a her bathrobe. "What the hell is going on?" Emily asked, eyeing her friend even as she stretched out her arms. "It's 9am Emily, and I am scared! I can't show my face in that wedding without a date. Please call your brothers, any of them. I need help!" Emily could see her friend's pain in her eyes, the tears she fought to keep back betrayed themselves in her voice. She wished there was something she could do to help, but all she could do, she had already done. Roxanne allowed herself to be pulled into Emily's arms, she relaxed against her best friend's chest as she ran her fingers down her hair. The gesture helped to calm Roxanne's mild panic attack. Emily held on to Roxanne without saying a word, and that was enough assurance for her that she would be alright.
"What's the problem miss?" He asked her once again. When he asked the question the first time, she hasn't answered him.Lancelot thought it best to assume she did not hear him the first time. How could she? When all along she had been staring at his face. Her eyes subconsciously dancing from his lips, to his jaw, then his eyes again.It would have amazed him how fascinated she was with his physical being if he wasn't so used to it already. She wasn't the first and she certainly couldn't be the last.As he watched her blink rapidly before stepping away from him, Lancelot tucked both his hands into the pocket of his blue trousers.He just wished she would tell him how much she needed to get her car fixed so he could move on. He on the other hand, would have to toll his car away until he could get it fixed.His eyes travelled to the bonnet. With the damage the collision had done, it would take at least a day or two to get it comple
After paying the driver, she touched the door handle and turned to him. "Remember, stay close to me and do not say a word. I do the talking and you smile, shake hands and kiss my forehead when necessary." She turned away from him and opened the door. A thought crawled up to her head and she returned her face to his. "Note. I said when necessary." Her emphasis on the last two words caused him to scoff. If he wanted to, he would kiss her forehead, that and every part of her body, soon enough. Only if he wanted to; and he knew he wanted to. If he was going to get an answer to the questions raging in his head, he was going to have to touch her. The urge to hold her was strange to him. Knowing how much he hated physical contact, Lancelot wondered what it was about her that caused him to want to hold her. Maybe it was the fact that Ziko had warmed up to her. WARMED UP. Ziko had not only warmed up to her, he had acknowledged her as his mate. That wasn't possible. She was a human fe
The wedding party started in full swing three hours after the exchange of vows. And those three hours were the longest Roxanne had ever experienced. She had clung to Emily every second, afraid that if she let go of her, Rayla would be back again to spite her - even though she knew Rayla and Jonah has returned to wherever it was they planned to get ready for the wedding party. Roxanne could not afford to face Rayla again. Earlier on, Lancelot had rescued her. She could not count on him to do so again after the wedding... Or during the wedding party. That was, of course, before he made it known to she and Emily that he would be attending. Roxanne could still see the shock on her own face. She remembered pulling him away from where she stood with Emily, to a corner. She needed to speak to him privately. "What do you think you're doing? I needed you to escort me to the wedding, and that's over." "Is it?" He had said. His perfectly carved brow arched as he looked around the venue. ".
The rest of the party went by in a blur. Roxanne sat there as they talked and laughed over her head. She continued to boil with rage. How could they do this to her? She knew Rayla would spare no expense to see her down, but she had not expected her family to side with her. She had not expected him, Jonah, to humiliate her in such a manner. When everyone ate and drank, danced and sang, she managed short smiles here and there and a few glasses of Chapman, with the few slices of cake Lancelot silently forced into her mouth. She appreciated his show of romance. At least, with the way Jonah's eyes darkened on them, she could tell he was jealous. She couldn't wait for the night to be over. "And now, for the grand event of the night! Ladies and gentlemen, sit back, relax, aww and ouuu..."The audience erupted into laugher, interrupting Jonah's best man. A man Roxanne knew as his roommate during Jonah's college days. "...at the beautiful bride and her loving groom as they give us their
Alas! It was over, all of it. She catwalked back to the head table, even as the smile she forced at her sister and Jonah disappeared from her face. She needed two things; lots of drinks, and a taxi to get the hell out of here. She walked steadily, her head held high, chin and shoulders up. She would never look down again, ever. She arrived at the head table, picked a bottle of champagne and excused herself. She was going to find a corner and drink herself to stupor. She walked towards the exit of the room and found a stool there. With a weak smile, she fell on it, still clutching the champagne bottle in her hands. Luckily, it had already been open, but was more full than empty. She pressed the lid to her lips and took her first gulp. Fuck all of them, she thought. She would make lemonades out of the bitter lemons they served her today, she would make sure of it. Halfway into the bottle and ten curse words later, she caught sight of a familiar male figure heading towards her.
'Fuck it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers. If he had thought he felt fire burn through him the first time her hands brushed against his, then this right now was hell itself. His lips were tangled with hers. He kissed, sucked on her lower lip, bit it occasionally. Everytime Roxanne moaned against his lips, Lancelot felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly. He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him like she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more. Their hands were on each other. Roxanne's polished fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands. He lowered himself, his kisses travelled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked and sucked the lobe of her ear softly. Roxanne moaned, with every stroke his fingers drew across her spine, every kiss he planted on her neck, she felt her panties dampen. She ached for
EPILOGUE FIVE YEARS LATER **************"Tehilah, get back here this instant!" Roxanne screamed at the top of her voice, whole laughter erupted from around the table. The five year old didn't mind her mother, she continued to run eagerly towards her father, who held her three year old younger brother in his arms as he stepped into the dinning room. "Daddy and Jojo!" She screamed out loud, when she griiped Lancelot's leg. Lancelot's eyes rose up from his daughter and rested on Roxanne's frowning face. "The girl is just happy to see me, which is more than she's been to see you." Lancelot teased and everyone at the table laughed, Roxanne's scowl deepened. "Ouuuuu, burner!" Hera screamed out loud, and everyone laughed again. Peter squeezed the top of her lap to show her that Roxanne wasn't smiling. Peter and Hera had been together, and were now a married couple. Peter had gotten a very big promotion; from Lancelot's personal assistant, to his beta wolf. And Hera was right by his sid
LATER THAT NIGHT was the mating ritual; the ritual of bonding. The palace was in high spirits, and the chief priest was invited to perform the ritual. Eloise and Marion, the two elderly women in the palace stayed with the priest to get things ready, while Madeline and Edward, along with the rest of the Dankworth house got themselves ready to attend. Peter was in Lancelot's chambers, putting all necessary things in order, while Emily stayed with her best friend, and finally had the guts - after her sloppy discussion with James - to take care of her "chief bridesmaid" duties. At exactly eleven PM, both bride and groom were ready for their precession. Lancelot was the first to be ushered down the stairs, out of the palace and into the courtyard, where the ritual was to take place under the full moon. The ground was set; royal woven stools placed side by side, in front of a large fire place. The members of the Dankworth family were behind him, while the musicians and dancers played and
In the middle of the heightened song and dance, James grabbed a bottle of champagne before he slipped out of the banquet hall, went up the stairs and into a dark corridor he did not recognize - at least, not in his state - without anyone noticing. No one would miss his presence after all, not after the man of the moment had just made his grand announcement. With his sloppy steps and regrettable dance moves, he was able to keep the champagne bottle under his armpit for five minutes. The man was drunk out of his mind. All he had done since the part started was down glasses of champagne without speaking to anyone. When he got to the corridor, he leaned against the wall and slid all the way to the ground, until his butt touched the hard floor, he winced in pain. "You definitely had that coming for ya." He heard a female voice say. James would have jerked up, since he didn't see anyone there before he entered, but he was way above the clouds to bother about that right now. He corked h
SIX DAYS LATER The big party Emily had spoke about was happening today, even if no one knew exactly what the party was about, Roxanne was pumped to finally celebrate with Lancelot. It had been long since she did that. So, when she woke up in the morning and found three maids staring at her, Roxanne was more than surprised. It was just a party, why did they treat her as though she were a bride getting dressed for her wedding? She asked herself. After greeting her, two of the maids offered her green tea and stood still while watching her drink the tea. When she was done, they helped her get up, undressed her, and ushered her into the bathroom, where warm rose water waited for her. She had not even been given the time to update Emily, who stayed in the next room, about what was going on. After a massage in the rose water, she was scrubbed and thoroughly cleaned. Roxanne felt like a stubborn five year old baby when one of the maids asked her to lift her foot up so she could scrub it.
Peter had barely had time to check his phone in the course of the last few days. Everything that had happened in the palace, from the poisoning attempt, to the death of the maid, Lancelot's fake Luna crowning ceremony, Ava's arrest and Garrett's banishment, to the post effects of all those events, Peter had finally found a day of rest..While Lancelot was preparing to tell his family the real truth about all that had happened to Roxanne, and what he intended to do next, Peter was given some free time to clear his head and get his issues sorted out. That was how he was able to sit on his bed in the guest chambers and go through his phone. And, that was how he was able to see the countless missed calls and messages that had been sent in by an unknown number. He was perplexed, while wondering who the person was, and what he or she wanted from him. It wasn't until he opened the first message and read the first line aloud, that he knew who the messages were from. Hera, he thought out lou
"Girl, don't tell me you're still asleep!" That was the first thing Roxanne heard, before Emily sent a pillow crashing down on her head. She groaned in pain - let it be known that she felt no pain, the pillow was filled with feathers - and sat up slowly, scrubbing her eyes with the back of her palms. Roxanne and Emily broke into laughter when they stared at each other in their pyjamas. They had missed each other an awful lot. The past three days if being together had taught both of them the true value of real friendship. With Emily around, Roxanne felt like no matter what happened, she would always have a home to run back to. Emily was everything to her; her best friend and her family, and she would not ever take that for granted. Emily, on the otherhand, felt the same way for Roxanne. They had spent so much time apart, but none of that had affected their friendship. Roxanne had been the only person Emily had ever let close to her, and she had not disappointed. Just like Roxanne, Em
The past three days had been hectic for every single member of the Dankworth house. While Lancelot was burdened with the role of acting sulky and vengeful over Roxanne's "demise", he was also saddled with the responsibility of preparing himself for his Luna picking ceremony with Ava. Whom, he now utterly despised and couldn't wait to get rid of. However, despite all that was going on, he was glad that he had finally gotten Roxanne, and that she was safe. He has sent Emily over to her and given the women his black card to do as their hearts seemed fit on this auspicious day. The day he would finally be putting an end to all their problems. He simply couldn't wait. Lancelot had noticed that his mother's mood had been better in the past few days. Now that Roxanne was out of the way, and Lancelot and Ava's ceremony around the corner, the future she had meticulously planned for her son, was finally here. The goddess had taken away all obstacles, and now, everything would be back to norma
Hera touched down at London's airport at exactly 3:00pm that day. She took a deep breath in before shading her eyes with her huge sunglasses. She was away from Greece, granted, but she didn't know how long it would be until Ahab sent spies into London to look for her. That was the same reason why she couldn't go to the palace, at least not until she was sure of what to do. She couldn't risk endangering Peter's life, or the life of anyone else in the palace. Yes, werewolves were strong, but Ahab - no matter how old he might be - was the grand master of witches. That meant, he was the most treacherous, sneaky, evil and wisest of them all - except her mother of course. Then again, even Athaliah had a lot to say about her leaving. As she pulled her luggage towards the entrance of the airport, where cabs waited for passengers, she couldn't help but replay her last conversation with her mother, before she took off. "You do not know what you're playing with. Do you think Ahab would sit s
"What?" Emily yelled out, she sprung up from her bed and rushed to meet Lancelot. Peter, who was seated beside her, rose up and rushed to his boss as well. "What's happening your grace?" He asked, scanning Lancelot's appearance. His boss was visibly shaking, while his facial features looked squeezed with rage. "The pasta, was poisoned...Roxanne." Emily's eyes widened with horror as she held on to Lancelot's shirt, tears gathered in her eyelids immediately. She did not want to believe her ears. "What do you mean by Roxanne? What's going on?"Peter sensed that something wasn't right. He drew Emily back from Lancelot's body and cuffed her in his arms. Lancelot stood straight before turning away from them, while Emily threw curses at him. If anything had happened to Roxanne, she would not hesitate to burn this entire palace to the ground, she swore it. "She's alive, come on, let's go." Lancelot said as he walked briskly out of the room. Relief washed over Peter, and Emily managed to