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-Anastasia- The obvious threat in the king’s voice surprised me. I had not expected him to say that or to even focus so much on my scars. I did grow a little nervous whenever he looked at them or touched them. I didn’t want him to see this ugly part of me. I told myself I shouldn’t care. I never cared when others looked, and they definitely didn’t want to touch, but it was just different with the king. It was because we were mates. It made me care. It made me wonder if he really liked what he saw or if he hated it. I knew I shouldn’t care, but the bond made that impossible. He seemed angry though, that the scars might have been made with the intention of hurting me, and in some way, it had. I wasn’t supposed to be alive though as I burned up in my parents’ house. I was supposed to be dead like the rest and torn apart. He might not be so ready to kill the ones who did it once we tell him it was lycans. My wolf was right. Lycans looked after each other like werewolves did. Maybe he di
-Roman- I was so shocked by what my little mate told me. I had not at all expected that, and I had no words to speak afterwards. Ana was shaking though as she spoke the words, and I heard the hatred in her voice. The one she had probably carried all her life. She told me she had been ten when she got burned, and all she had said was it was a house fire. Now she told me that house fire was intentionally. She told me lycans had come and killed her family and they had set her house on fire, almost killing her too. I couldn’t barely understand her words. Why had I never heard of this? Why hadn’t I been told of lycans going around killing innocent wolves? Or was her family not so innocent? I only seemed to have more questions, but my mate took off before I could ask her any and I was too stunned to follow her. Some things made sense though, like why she hated lycans. If she had truly witnessed her family get killed or at least watched the massacre afterwards, it really was not so surprisin
-Anastasia- It was so hard to just lift my head, but I was able to, and I could see King Roman come storming our way. He didn’t know Jackson was my cousin and I could see the murderous look in his eyes. Seeing another guy hold me in his arms was not something he liked. Jackson was so confused, though, as he saw the king coming our way. “L-Let me down,” I whispered to Jackson, hoping I could defuse the situation. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Can you really stand?” “I can stand…” Can we? I couldn’t say for sure if I could stand, but I wasn’t sure if I had much choice. The king looked at Jackson like he would rip him to pieces, and I was not going to let my cousin die because of an overprotective Lycan King who didn’t seem to understand that I wanted him far gone. I tried going in front of Jackson like a shield, but I was too slow. The king grabbed Jackson by the collar of his shirt, pushing him up against the car. I reached out because I almost got knocked over too and supported myse
-Roman- My mate had run from me once more. She had made me search the whole house for her, and I had not found her. But I had picked up her scent a little, and it hadn’t been long before I saw her being carried out of the house in the arms of another guy. It made that old ancient need rise in me again, but it wasn’t mating and marking it told me to do. No, it told me to defend what was rightfully mine and kill anyone and anything that tried to take her from me. I had really not expected her to see her being carried out of the house by a strange man, and I was ready to tear him limb from limb. Good thing he let her down, because then I could really get my hands on him and show him exactly why touching my mate was a very bad thing. He seemed so shocked though why I would react like this. But I was not going to explain anything to him. He had touched what belonged to me, so now I would kill him. Ana had called out to me, though, and I had not been able to ignore my need to go to her and
-Jackson- It was not that I was going to stand in the way of the king and my cousin being together. Really, I was more than thrilled that they had found each other. But I was still not sure how Ana felt, and what did I tell my parents? They would be as confused as I had been when I saw them together. Should I just let her go with him? I understood they were mates, and I was not going to tell them they could never be together. But I also knew my cousin. Wouldn’t she want to wake up in her own bed? Did she not want my mom around to be there to help her? It was clear the king was helping her. I wasn’t saying he wasn’t. But Ana was just a private and reserved person. I was not sure she would like to wake up in a place she didn’t recognize, and I definitely had some things to discuss with her, like why she acted drunk at the last party and lied to me. Was she trying to escape the king? And if she was, I couldn’t really allow her to go with him, could I? She wouldn’t want me to let them go
-Anastasia- I didn’t know what was happening around me. All I heard was mumbling voices, and some yelling sometimes. I couldn’t focus enough to make sense of the conversation, though. All I knew was I was holding onto to something warm and nice. Something that made me feel better than I had ever felt before. It made all the coldness disappear, and the nausea had decreased. I didn’t feel so dizzy or have the same kinds of blinding headaches. I felt just good and warm. I didn’t want to stop feeling like that. So, when I felt something pull on me, trying to get me away from the wonderful source, I complained, moaning a 'no' and holding on tighter. I did not want to let go, so I grabbed as tightly as I could onto whatever I was holding onto. I felt my nails grow longer, and I dug them deep. I didn’t want to let go! So I kept holding on and whoever tried to make me let go stopped pulling on me. I smiled contently and then clung to the warm source again. This was good. Very good, I thought
-Anastasia- I felt weird… but not like I usually did after having one of my episodes. I knew Jackson must have been able to bring me home. I had hazy memories of a car ride and I remembered the feeling of one driving over the road. Then I had been carried inside a warm house and laid on a bed. I really liked my bed. I had never liked my bed more. It was warm and smelled good. When had my bed started to smell so good? I was not sure, but I knew I had no interest in ever leaving it again. I remembered being fed a little food and tea, and I knew my aunt must have come to help me even though she had probably already gone to bed. She and my uncle had not joined the party. She was always ready to come and help me though when I had one of my episodes, and I was glad she didn’t mind coming and helping me. I couldn’t move when I had my episodes. I just felt sick and weak, like I had that night. I was in pain, memories flowing through my mind. I couldn’t always quite see what happened, but I ha
-Roman- I should have known when my little mate woke up that she wouldn’t be grateful. She wouldn’t be as sweet as she had been when she was feeling sick and vulnerable. She wouldn’t seek my comfort and support. No, she was once again the stubborn little wolf she was, who told me everything I couldn’t do and shouldn’t do to her. It made me quite annoyed actually, and it annoyed me even more when she lectured on me how I could help her, and that included not undressing her and letting her sleep in an uncomfortably tight dress. I hadn’t touched her, and I would never touch her in such a state. I just wanted to help her, but no, she made sure to let me know she didn’t like how I helped her. I made sure to let her know, though, how beautiful I found her. I wanted her to feel comfortable being naked around me. I would always love the sight of her body and adore every little inch of it. I meant I said when she at some point allowed me close enough, I would kiss it all. I would show her just
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-Daphne- Two years later. “Jackson?” I walked into my mate’s office. Often we would sit there together, but I had woken up later today. He lifted his head and smiled at me as he saw me enter. “Hey,” he said, his smile growing the closer I came to him. I walked around the desk and smiled playfully. He tried to reach for me to pull me closer, but I moved away and he looked puzzled. “Can’t I touch you now?” he chuckled. “Not yet.” “Oh, are we playing?” “Yup, my own little special game.” “Is that the game where you tease the hell out of me with your mouth and tongue?” he asked. “No.” “Where you strip and make me go crazy?” “No.” “I am getting confused now,” he said, making me chuckle. “What kind of game are we playing?” “A guessing game.” “Okay,” he said. “Is there a prize for me to win?” He smiled mischievously, and I nodded. “I am all in then.” “Tell me the first thing that comes to mind when I say a word,” I told him. “Okay.” “House.” “A home,” he said. “Love.” “
-Jackson- Daphne had her fears, but after I recovered and her parents received a proper sentence locking them away for years, Daphne stepped up to the role of luna. I had never seen her flourish more. It was like this hidden side of her had been slumbering, waiting to come out and show what she could truly do. We gave her members a choice, but almost everyone wanted to rather be merged than be on their own. She and those who wanted moved to our territory, but she still owned the former land and house her parents had, and told anyone who wanted to stay could, but they would still be under both our controls. It was going great between us, and I watched from afar as my mate was coming back from a late run. We were both so busy we barely had time to truly enjoy being together. My dad was stepping down, and I was becoming alpha more and more until I would receive all the control from him. Daphne smiled as she saw me coming up onto the porch and I pulled her closer and kissed her. “Hey,” I
-Daphne- I was fuming. I couldn’t believe what my family had wanted to do. This was so much further than I realized they could ever take it, and I had demanded my mother was arrested too. Roman had no problems with it. I couldn’t believe they thought they could get away with this, but sometimes greed made people reckless and it made them think they were invincible. They weren’t, though, and I would never speak to them again. Jackson had to undergo a minor surgery, but the doctor assured me he would recover fast, and it wasn’t long before he woke up, all of us there. His eyes found me first, though, and he smiled at me so sweetly. “Hey,” he whispered. “How are you feeling?” “Sleepy.” “Yeah, the drugs are wearing off slowly.” “Mmm, wonderful,” he whispered. Jackson’s parents moved closer, and I let them have a moment with him as I waved Roman with me out into the hallway. He followed me and we stopped a little further away. “I can’t believe they did this,” I said. “How do you wa
-Jackson- I was on the ground, bleeding and completely beaten up. I had tried nothing like it before. I had fought before. I had had my ass kicked, and I had been close to death, but this just seemed personal, and so the pain was different. I was unsure how many had attacked me, but the smell of lycan filled the room, so I knew it was no small wolves who had come after me. I had been able to take down one of them and he laid on the ground not far from me, but the others were standing above me, and I was unsure why they had stopped kicking me. Soon the door opened, and I saw nice shoes coming my way. I was able to keep my eyes open enough to slowly let them wander up the body, and seeing Daphne’s father in front of me. “You have made a lot of problems for me,” he accused. I tried speaking, but I just coughed up blood. “I need to have you removed so I can take home my daughter.” Hadn’t he tried ruining her with those rumors? Why kill me now? “She… is… mine,” I croaked out. “Not fo
-Jackson- Daphne was scared to begin with as we began the dance, but when I asked her what it matter what other people thought, she seemed to realize something and began enjoying our night. I led her around through two dances before we finally joined the party and began to mingle. Not a lot wanted to talk to us. They either thought Daphne was some kind of whore, giving herself to a wolf, or maybe her family had made people believe she had given herself away to many. Or that I was a lunatic who had kidnapped her in the night and made her fall in love with me. That she was suffering from some kind of Stockholm Syndrome, but the people we spoke to were quickly convinced otherwise. They saw the love in our eyes. They noticed how affectionate we were with each other, and it changed their view of things. I knew some people we could never convince, but they didn’t want to be convinced. They want to believe the drama, because it was what excited them, but we wouldn’t care. Daphne and I were h
-Daphne- Jackson came up behind me as I stood in the closet, all dressed up. He kissed my neck and made me feel so calm and secure pressed to his powerful body. I moaned a little as he kissed the mark on my shoulder. My dress had no sleeves or straps and my hair was up, so everyone could see I was taken. I knew it pleased my mate a lot. It was a way to tell everyone to fuck off if they tried anything. I squeezed his hands on my stomach before I turned around and he rested his on my hips. “You ready?” “Not really,” I admitted. “Why not?” “I am so nervous. I have never stood up to them before.” He smiled a little and kissed me. “You’re not alone.” I smiled back and finally noticed how sexy my mate looked in a suit. I ran my hands down his arms and back up, and I knew he saw the shift in me. “Like what you see?” “Very much,” I confessed. “You look amazing too,” he complimented me. I smiled even bigger, feeling how warm my cheeks grew. “I love you,” I told him again. Over the
-Jackson- Later in the evening, as rain began to pour, and we had eaten dinner, my family gathered in one of the living rooms. Just my parents, me and Daphne, and Ana and Roman. We were all sipping drinks, munching on snacks, and talking. I really enjoyed being there with them. I loved them all so much, and when I turned to look at my mate, I could feel it in my heart too. I was falling for Daphne, and I couldn’t wait until we could start our life together, with no one trying to interrupt our happiness. “So, when are you heading home?” I asked Ana. “Oh, want to get rid of me that fast, huh?” We all chuckled. “Just asking.” “No, you are trying to kick me out,” she teased. I shook my head, and she finally turned serious. “No, we are going home tomorrow, and then will begin setting everything up for the party.” “It will be the party from hell,” Daphne said. “No, it will be fine,” Roman assured her. “Is there anything special we should be prepared for?” my mother asked. “Just t
-Daphne- Roman and I were walking beside each other outside. Jackson and Ana decided to spend some time together after Roman asked if he could have a moment with me. I was glad he asked, because I had missed my friend and I needed his guidance. It wasn’t just Jackson I had been hiding from. It was Roman and Ana too. After the dinner with Shane, I had simply gone back to my old life and acted like I could be the same person again. The one who could be the perfect lycan luna, and get mated to a complete stranger. The one who pleased her parents, no questions asked. I wasn’t that person, though. I had never wanted to be that person. On the inside I was so much different, but I didn’t know how to escape them. “So, how is it going?” Roman asked. “It’s… good,” I said, searching for the right word, but not even good could describe how wonderful I felt, and when Roman saw the smile on my lips, he began smiling too. “You look better.” “Better?” “Taller,” he said. “Yeah, Jackson brings so