VENITA:As I walked through the dark corners of my street on my seventeenth birthday, a heavy ache of loneliness weighed on me. My parents were once again engrossed in work in the depths of their mysterious lab. More than anything this year, I yearned for their company. I wanted them to care about me and my presence rather than work. Sadly, that wasn't the case. They were distant figures in my life, their work consuming them and leaving me to find solace in the company of stray animals I saved and cared for.Something else bothered me beyond their absence. At the stroke of midnight today, my parents had woken me up for an absurd conversation."Venita, we hope you can understand what we did," my mother had said, her voice filled with regret and sorrow, shadowing her usual vibrant tone when speaking to me."What did you do?" I asked curiously."It was to make you healthy, sweetheart," my father had added. "No matter what, when the time comes, protect it with your life.""What are you bo
Six years later...VENITA: “Five more minutes. Five more minutes,” I constantly growled into my pillow. Still, I knew that I didn't have that luxury because my alarm was persistent. “Okay. Okay. Time to be productive.” Slamming the alarm to silence, I got out of bed, wrapping my robe around me. The morning was still quiet and my eyes were heavy. Managing my steps, I walked out of my room and down the hall with a tender yawn. Keeping my voice gentle, I called out to Sasha. Rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across her room. “Baby girl, time to get up. We’re already late,” I whispered, leaning down and planting a kiss on her forehead before completely drawing her curtains open. “Mom, do I have to?” she murmured, her protest a soft protest against the morning's demands. “Yes, my dear. The day awaits, and we have much to prepare for,” I calmly said, sweetly smiling at my baby. She was a miracle, difficult to explain. Especially how I conceived her. S
LANDON :I have always had a thing for kids. They warm my heart. Their innocence and purity made me want to linger around them consistently. It made most of my charity work go to everything that had to do with them. Months back, when Peter, my assistant suggested I do an image damage control by spending a whole day at one of the local schools to which I frequently donated, I quickly agreed. The thing was, the press made a terrible headline about my establishment abusing and unjustly firing my workers because I dismissed a large number of incompetent employees. They made me look like the bad guy. To create a diversion, Peter put this charity piece together, which was also great for my kind.I took a moment to observe the locality of his choice, and it wasn't a bad one. The school needed work. But, also, required accountability as to where all the fund has been going. With the chunk of cash I gave, there wasn't a reason for this school to have a bad structure and ugly-looking roofs. I w
VENITA:The universe must want me to end up somewhere unfortunate. A jail, perhaps. Because why would a man who thinks the world was his to dominate come in contact with me this morning? And, why was he calling my child sweetheart? I had zero tolerance in me. As a surge of anger coursed through my veins, about to intervene, I noticed that Sasha was abruptly in pain. My heart skipped in worry. Hopefully, it was nothing serious, please. We can't afford a hospital bill, either. Before I got out of my shell shock, the arrogant man was next to her, a gentle smile plastered on his face. His voice was reassuring. “Take a deep breath for me, Sweetheart. Inhale. Exhale,” he instructed Sasha. Why was he calling her Sweetheart? “Move away,” I busted out, not minding if tons of kids were watching us. “I need to take her to the hospital,” I cried out after seeing that her pain was worsening. “Just allow me to concentrate,” he barked. “Keep quiet!” I was too stunned to speak. His audacity neede
LANDON:“Mr. Kurt, the papers. Review them.” One of my business associates motioned towards the stack of papers in front of me. I gave a sharp nod, adjusting my suit as I began skimming through the pages. The more I pondered, the more perplexed I became. Never did I imagine a day when I'd be engulfed in frustration over an inexplicable situation. I wrestled with it all night, analyzing every possibility, but the puzzle pieces refused to fit. A child isn't conjured out of thin air. It's the result of intimacy between a person with eggs and another with sperm. So, how did I end up with one? "Mr. Kurt?" Peter called for my attention. "It seems Mr. Kurt isn't focused on this meeting," Anthony chimed in. Slamming my hand on the conference table, startling everyone, I spoke calmly. "Anthony, do you want to tell me how to do my job? Please, be my guest." Anthony was one of the snakes on the board who couldn't wait to drive me out of my position, so he could take over. If there was a way
LANDON:Basking in the warmth of the sun, I stepped into Sasha's school—a lively place, pulsing with youthful vigor. Its red-bricked facade and bustling courtyard hinted at the vibrant energy within. I was just displeased with the dilapidated nature of some of its corners and the bad roofs. The school hasn't fixed those yet? Someone was going to pay dearly for the continuous negligence. I still donated a lot of money the last time I came here and they haven't done any work on things I complained about. Carrying an array of snacks, unsure if she would like any of what I came with, I headed toward her class. Damn! I must be going crazy because there's no way I'm doing this when I should be back at the company doing more important stuff. At my entrance, the whole class turned in my direction. Sasha spotted me, her eyes widening in surprise. “Hi, Sasha,” I greeted and waved, anticipating her reaction.Staring at her as she approached, Sasha, at the tender age of five, possessed a captiv
VENITA:"I'm telling you, doctor, something is wrong with me. I can smell things that are insignificant to others, hear even little things as whispers, and see almost invisible things. It seems as if I'm going crazy."The doctor sighed and rubbed his head, reading my medical report. "Experienced this before, Miss Lowell?" he inquired, glancing up.The doctor, around forty and a bit chubby, sat at his desk looking tired. His face had lines that showed he had seen a lot. His hair was thinning on top. He wore glasses, making it clear he spent a lot of time reading medical stuff. Despite being tired, he tried to handle things professionally, even though he seemed a bit impatient.It was the first time I bothered to observe his office. The place was neat and organized, with shelves of medical books and files neatly arranged. A diploma hung on the wall, showing his accomplishments. The room had a few potted plants, trying to bring in a bit of life."No, first time," I relaxed in my chair, at
LANDON:I was on my way home when her scent reached me. An irresistible pull that I couldn't ignore. Simultaneously, as I grappled with this unexpected sensation, Cross sent me all the information he had gathered about her. Venita Lowell, a mysterious woman, definitely too young to be a mother, especially one who seemed unaware of the child's father. Fascinating. Her case had grabbed the attention of the police, the local hospital, and even the press until it eventually quieted down. That meant I wouldn't easily get a meaningful answer from her about how she conceived Sasha. I could still try. Who knows? Or, it could be a case I was going to work on my own if she proves to be useless. Just great!I was parked by the side of the road, scrolling through Venita's background information on my tablet. As I went through the details, a faint, pleasing scent drifted into my senses. It was like a gentle floral breeze, reaching out and entwining itself around me. Unexpectedly, this subtle arom
VENITA:Things with Landon have been...different. Although having him back changed a lot of things, for one, Sasha starting to talk again, he zoned off most of the time. Each time he was in that state and I found him, he quickly recollected himself. As much as I would love more vacation days, Landon didn't allow that. He went back to work after beating the crap out of Jason and handing him over to the cops. Landon, as always didn't let any of his betrayers go free. He rounded them up and imprisoned them while he thought of a suitable punishment. Surprisingly, he submitted himself to his pack. More like asking for forgiveness. Something Landon Kurt hardly did. It felt great seeing this side of him. He was more level-headed. I guess that was what happens when you have a near-death experience.Here he was dragging me to an unknown location. It was so beautiful to have him back."Just tell me where we are headed. This blindfold is killing me," I nagged."We're here," he announced almost
LANDON:"Wow," I exclaimed as I made another mark on the glass, making know that I had been here for exactly ninety-one days. I have run out of everything and even hibernating wouldn't help. I threw a disgusted glance over what had served me for the last ninety-one days. Nothing was left of it except bones which were beginning to dry up.When I went back to the building, Dr. Grant had lazily gotten up, dragging me to the box that held Venita. He shut it before I could fight him off and the next thing I saw was a shockwave bringing everything down and burying us in the ground. Apparently, the box had been designed also to withstand such a blast, and around the building had a ticking bomb and a manual controller which the sicko head had activated."Of there's no evidence, then, they won't have a case," he coughed out before smiling. "My work is done. Now, I can die in peace. However, more of us will stand up in generations to come to fight against your kind. Our story would be told," he
VENITA:Before I left for my appointment with Jason, I headed to Landon's to check on things. Yes, Lanson's house. I took a few of our things and moved back there since it gave me a sense of security. With the situation, Sasha was in no shape to go back to school so, she only had her therapist and Cross training her. Cross strengthened security as he wouldn't take chances having almost died."She still hasn't said anything?" I asked Cross. Mr. Grumpy was more kind and interactive with me after he woke up from a two-day coma."She hasn't. Should we get a speech specialist to make sure they didn't do anything to her vocal cords back at that crazy lab?" He was sweaty, panting, having just come out from their last session which lasted an hour.Running my hand through my hair, "I think it's more of a psychological damage than physical because she spoke to me when we came out of the lab. She only stopped speaking once she was taken to the hospital," I explained."Let's give it time. The who
VENITA:Three months after...It has been exactly three months since we got rescued. Three months of grief and loneliness. Three months of having to stay strong not knowing if Landon was out there somewhere. I pray he was. My heart shattered every time I thought about him. My nights were terrible whenever memories of the blast came wrapping arms around me.I stepped up in so many things despite my loss. As the doctors said, my pup couldn't be saved. For the first month, all I did was lie down and cry. I refused to eat or even entertain communication of any sort. I pushed my limits, forcing Leah to search in every corner within me if my pup was still there. She always apologized that it wasn't. I lost my pup and then Landon. Things would never be the same.Since I was wheeled to the emergency room and all attempts to save my pup failed, Sasha has refused to speak. She was assigned to a therapist whom she wouldn't say a word to. I kept in touch with Peter and the companies, he was the a
VENITA:Barely able to get off the floor and into the car to drive off despite my lightheadedness, the building that my mate had run back into went up in flames.Boom! was the shattering sound that pierced my ear and sent our car off balance. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. The whole building came down. There was no way anything could come out of that place.I held Sasha by the waist as she cried out, "Daddy!" unbuckling her seatbelt, in an attempt to run out of the car. We had somehow ended up close to a massive gate. Despite the explosion that shook the entire place, we were now facing uncountable angry-looking masked men taking powerful strides toward us.This was finally the end for us. Cross was out and Sasha couldn't take on those countless guys for sure. As for myself, I was in no shape to help in any way. If only a miracle could save us.The world erupted in chaos as the deafening sound of another blast echoed through the air. Sasha, Cross, and I were still confined
LANDON:Even though we were lost in battle, Sean was, for the first time making plans about my future. It was funny because it didn't care whether I would survive this moment to fulfill that expectation. All it wanted was clarity of the path ahead."Sean shut the fuck up and stop whining in my head. I need to concentrate. You're not even helping as I'm fighting with my human strength. So, please, zip it!" I scolded, punching another guy in his stomach."Don't shush me. If I hadn't answered you, you wouldn't even have seen the human strength to fight with. So, be grateful to me," he retorted.Meanwhile, Sasha was leading the frontline of battle. She was fierce and intimidating. She hadn't fully transformed and still exacted such power. If she fully transforms, she was going to be a war goddess. Yet, I knew that I was going to get her all the help that she needed. There was no way I was going to make my baby comfortable with this life of chaos. She was a princess and her mother, a Queen
VENITA:The scorching pain by the side of my stomach was unbearable. I had no clue what had been done to me. Oh, my baby. My pup. Forgive me for being such a weakling. I couldn't muster the strength to save any of us.While I battled with my thoughts, an unsuspecting commotion broke out. "Sasha!" I called out. My daughter had been injected with something. If the substance was making Dr. Grant panic, I had every reason to be beyond worried.In seconds, Landon had snapped the rest of his binds with his already-freed hand. He crouched, carrying Sasha in his hands. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't hear him. The box was soundproof. His expression went pale and I saw his veins pulsing from anger.Before Thronesman could say another word, Landon dropped Sasha onto the floor choking Thronesman. He began to punch him uncontrollably on his torso before throwing him at the group of doctors, shivering in a corner.Grant shot me a displeased look, dropping everything he was doing to step out
LANDON:Seeing your whole world in boxes, reduced to nothing kills a part of you. Despite constantly falling unconscious because of what was being done to me, I reached deep within me to a place of darkness to keep me awake. When I looked around, I growled so loud that the doctor who had been injecting something into me cowered in fear. "You love the beautiful sight, don't you?" Thronesman's annoying voice rang in my ears, causing me to glare at him. I scratched and clawed toward his direction but the binds kept me in place.My mate and daughter were being tortured in my presence along with my pup who I wasn't sure was still okay yet, I couldn't lift a finger. Was this really the end for me? I always thought my death would have witnessed a happier ending compared to this sad and condescending one."Don't worry, I'm not a monster to hurt a child. Moreover, we need her more than we need you two," Thronesman informed me. The was a clicking sound and Sasha bonded on a crucifix with barbe
VENITA:When I woke up, my head felt heavy and my throat felt dry. Trying to open my eyes, the light blinded me and I winced in discomfort. The room smelled like chemicals and I couldn't even move myself. Blinking hard, I started to feel my body once more. There were beeping machines and a hand on my body like something was being drawn on it.I heard a grunt almost directly above me as someone freed one of my wrists to use a hand to tightly grip my hair. I winced from the sudden pain and reached to try and pry the hand away when another hand grabbed my wrist and held it against the bed. “I’m almost done,” a low, rapturous voice said. “What’s going on?” I asked suddenly feeling a steady, constant pressure against my stomach. The hand that was burrowed into a fist of my hair tightened. A few more thrusts followed, and then the sound of a disappointed, loud moan, punctuated by something warm started to run down the side of my stomach. The hands released my hair and wrist, and I quickly s