“Thank you for your help today.” I thank the doctor who had been helping me the last few hours as I prepare to leave. He nods and smiles a little at me. “Of course Luna…” I tilt my head at the hesitation in his body language. “It seems like you want to say something.” He looked around nervously, like someone was listening from the corner. I had just been taking a shot in the dark with my statement, but his reaction confirmed what I had said that much more.“No... not really. Just… be careful. What you eat. It’s what made you sick.” He stares into my eyes like he was trying to communicate something with me, and I turn around a little. “Okay.. thanks again.” I say hesitantly. I want to poke around more, but he turns around in his spinny chair to click around his computer. That was weird to say the least. I’m still thinking of how strange it was as I left, heading towards home. Something I ate made me sick? I try and think back to what the hell I could’ve eaten that would make me t
The next morning I wake up to the sound of clinking in the kitchen. I sit up in bed, my nerves tingling, my ears prickling. I glance over to where I had dragged the twins bed’s in to sleep beside mine, and let out a sigh of relief when I see they’re still safely sleeping. I slowly crawl out of bed, creeping to the kitchen. I set each step down slowly and carefully, so they can't hear me coming. I hear low voices talking, but I can’t pick up anything specific they're saying. When I round the corner, they stop, and I’m surprised to find both Sebastain and Alice in my kitchen, seemingly cooking food. “Hello.” I say cautiously to the pair. “What’s going on here?” Maybe I was just damaged from Killian's whole affair partner thing, but I found myself feeling a lot more suspcious about intersex-relations that ended up being perfectly innocent. “Good morning, Luna.” Alice says sweetly to me. “You’re looking much better today.” I smile hesitantly, watching her set a plate of pancakes
Over the next couple of days a very chilling realization hit me: I was a prisoner in my own home. I woke up the day after almost fainting in the kitchen, and my bedroom door was locked. I banged on it a few times and Sebstain unlocked it, looking down at me with worry. “Are you okay?” he had asked, his eyes scanning me as if looking for wounds. “Why is the door locked? Where are the twins?” “Oh, they’re eating breakfast. Come on, let's go see them.” He turned to leave, very pointedly ignoring my question about why my door was locked. “Hey babies.” I coo when I walk into the kitchen and see my children sitting in their highchairs eating bowls of soft cereal. I pick Ella out of her seat as she stretches her tiny arms up to me. I bring her close to my face, kissing her warm cheeks a little.“Are you feeling better today?” I turn to look at Sebastian as he leans against the frame of the kitchen entryway.“Yeah, but I felt fine yesterday… until I didn’t.” I set Ella back in her chair,
“I’ll be back later tonight, Alice will take good care of you.” I smile weakly at Sebastian as he kisses my forehead before leaving my bedroom, closing the door behind him and locking it. He told me earlier he had some kind of committee meeting he had to be a part of, so he would be bringing Alice over to take care of me. I used to feel kind of excited when she came over, but now I just felt uneasy about her being in my house and taking care of my kids. I felt uncomfortable every time she picked one of the twins up, and wanted to rip my child out of her arms. I throw the blanket off me quickly, sliding to sit on the edge of the bed with an annoyed huff. I reached under my tongue and pulled the two pill capsules Sebastain had given me before leaving for my “pain” and tucked them under my mattress. They were a bit soft from sitting in my mouth for too long, but Sebastain seemed hesitant to leave me these days and he lingered for a while after giving me my pills. I have not eaten for
I know I need to get back to my pack, but I can’t help but worry about Everly. I got a very strange phone call from her last night when the power went out. It was brief, but the first time I had heard from her in a few days. She had stopped showing up for our lessons all together, and even though they said I would be given another chance after receiving instruction from a different instructor, I couldn’t bring myself to leave yet. Everyone in this pack was gossiping about how she was sick and not leaving her house, and how the Alpha had even moved in to keep an eye on her. They seemed a little excited about it, to be honest. But that gossip combined with her weird phone call, made me think there was one person in this equation who wasn’t exactly willing. And even if Everly was willing, and I was just making a huge awkward mistake, I needed to know she was okay before I left, because there was one similar theme to all the rumors: the Luna of this pack was seriously ill. So I contact
That bastard Sebastain had me locked in his little holding cell for two days before he finally showed up to talk to me. I had no idea what was happening during that time. I had told Everly I would save her, and had even given her a phone with the promise of contacting her. And now I was just as locked up as she was, if not more so.I was hoping Lucas had done something to help her, but I couldn’t blame him if he didn’t. I hadn't even figured out a way to get her out quite yet, so I would understand if he was stuck as to what to do, especially now that I’d been taken into custody. Shit, they might have dragged him in too, or filled his head with a bunch of lies about me. For all I know, he’s switched sides already. I look up from my bench where I’m sitting, my eyes landing on Sebastian as he finally wanders in, looking nonchalant as hell, like he hadn’t been keeping me prisoner in here for days already. He was toying with me just because he could, and we both knew it. “You going to t
An entire day after Lucas had snuck the phone to me, and I still hadn’t gotten word from anyone. No text or call from Killian, nothing. I had already drained a fourth of the phone’s limited battery by checking it as often as I could. I was a little worried about him, to be honest, but decided I could no longer sit and wait around to be saved. If he was in fact in Sebastain’s clutches like I suspected him to be, I might have to be the one who does the recusing.First, I text one of two numbers preprogrammed into the phone, Lucas. I asked him what was going on, and if Killian was okay. Almost immediately, he texts back, telling me he thinks he’s been taken. He said they were supposed to meet after he got me the phone, but he never showed up so he moved to their emergency meeting spot, a hotel room about ten miles away from here. He said he’d been waiting there ever since, but hadn’t heard anything. I had to cut the conversation short then, and shove the phone back under the bag in th
The twins are digging into their plates of cut up food, and I’m setting Sebastain’s lunch down on the table. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to slip some sleeping pills into his food, so in a couple hours, he’ll be out. Me having the pills at all was pure luck; they were left over from when I had the twins. I had a lot of pain after giving birth and had a hard time sleeping, so I was prescribed these. I never even took them, because I didn’t want to be sleeping so soundly I couldn’t hear the twins in the middle of the night if they needed me. I had put a hair tie around my wrist, and secured the capsules on the underside, then when I was kneading the dough for the homemade rolls I had made to go with lunch, I had separated two and dumped the powder into the dough. I had pushed my thumb into the tops of them so I could tell which ones they were.“Honestly I didn’t even know you could cook.” Sebastian says as he appears in the entryway of the kitchen. I shrug a little, and sit down in