Christos.Staring at the glass of brandy in my hand while my wolf stared rebelliously in there, daring me to just as much as take a sip of the drink, I contemplated on risking it all.But knowing that all my troubles started in the first place as a result of alcohol not to talk of the fact that I had not so much tasted it in the last seven years, I could not bring myself to raise the glass to my lips even though an angry part of me really wished to do it, if for nothing else but to irritate my wolf, whom I was still not talking to.“Is this another game we are practicing?” A voice murmured and I raised my head lazily to glare at the idiot who just asked the question. If only look can kill, he would be dead right there and he knew it.“Hmmm sorryBoss. But I thought you were trying to break the glass into pieces with your eyes, seeing how you were staring at it.” My Gamma explained softly as he walked fully into the room with the others.“What the hell are you all doing here?” I mutter
Eric.“You haven’t been eating well, Ric. Do you want to be sick?” I heard Erica asking somewhere behind my shoulder but I could only sigh softly.“You know you can’t ignore me, so just tell me, okay? Why are you moody? She persisted and it’s not as if I wished to ignore her. As a matter of fact I wished to express my feelings but where would I start from? “I don’t know, Erica.” I answered softly and she came closer to place her hand on my forehead.“Are you coming down with something? Feeling sick?” She inquired again with wide eyes as she peered into my eyes in those intense eyes of hers and I wondered briefly if she was trying to see into my soul.“I will not be surprised. If I’m coming down with something I mean.” I muttered in return and she sent me a worried glance.“Okay, I think it’s time to be serious. Now come with me and explain what is happening.” She ordered in an adult fashion, it was a few minutes before I remembered I was actually still talking to my sister as she dra
Becca. Jumping slightly from the bed, I gazed around widely, wondering what exactly woke me up. It was then I heard the sound, the peeling of the bell. Remembering suddenly that I had dozed off while waiting for my friend to arrive from the airport as agreed, I left my bed in a race to the door. Throwing open the door without a pause to check who it was, it was a minute before my eyes could focus on the silent figure gazing at me softly from the other side. And then, too emotional to say anything, I jumped into the waiting arms. I didn’t know until now how much I needed those arms until I felt their warmth around me. Just realising how much I have missed her presence. “Let’s go inside, girl, before the management will think we are stuck together, standing still in the hallway in this manner.” Cindy finally murmured after a long moment and it was when I disentangled my arms from around her neck that I realised we had both been crying. Wiping the tears from my face with a trembl
Becca.Staring at my friend with horror filled eyes, we both turned at the same time with our breath suspended to see my son and daughter standing close to each other with wide horror filled eyes.In that moment, I realised my marriage and trust was not the only thing Christos Fernandez would be costing me, there’s a risk of losing my kids to anger and distrust. Arghhh! Will it ever stop? This unending horror?“Hey cuties, been awhile I saw your angelic little faces. How are my favourite beings doing?” It’s obvious Cindy was in the hope that the kids had not heard that last telling statement of mine and she’s now trying to salvage the situation.But for the glance they barely spared their favourite aunt, it’s not a challenge to see she’s not succeeding. Not in this case that has always been important to my children.Seeing that the kids were almost ignoring her presence after a long time of seeing her, her face became crestfallen and I had to swallow my saliva.In my selfishness, I h
Becca.“If you are asking if your father knew before our marriage that you and your brother are of his blood, then I will say no, I don’t think so. I don’t think he was aware we meant more than what we were to him.” Trying to keep my feelings and resentment out of my voice, I replied as simply as I could.“And now? Does he know?” This quietly asked question was from my son and I was silent for so long, even I was not sure I would answer. But do I have a choice now, seeing as how they are anxiously waiting for the answer?“Yes, just before I ran away with you the other day, I blurted it out and there is no doubt that he now knows you are his children.” I murmured softly with a loud sigh and the satisfactory glint that came to my children’s eyes almost got me screeching into the woods.Could this mean they are happy to have that man as their father? And if this is true, what will that do to my plans? Will they insist he should be a part of their lives? And if then, how the hell am I sup
Becca.I sent my friend a quick glance when she sighed loudly before sending me a penetrative look.“You might be wrong about the man. No, wait, don’t get me wrong. I am not saying what happened seven years ago did not happen or that you are to blame, but I am thinking there might be another explanation from that night and you are only seeing it from your own perspective. An innocent twenty year old girl’s perspective Babes.” If right now we’re not seated facing each other, I would think the person talking is not my best friend.“Are you for real right now? You don’t mean that. Do you?” I questioned disbelievingly and what she did was to shrug lightly before gazing at me with bluish eyes that were sympathetic and pleading. I glanced away from her, unable to accept it, especially the sympathy.“Well, I know it’s not what you wish to hear right now, Babes, but as your friend, I must help you to consider it from all angles. Christos Fernandez does not seem to me to be a bad person, despi
Erica.“What are we going to do now?” I asked my brother who was reclining on the bed in a lazy fashion and he turned his head slightly on the bed to look at me.“What exactly?” He asked casually and I blinked. Why is he acting as if everything is as it should be?“You are in that mood. Ain’t you?” I accused knowingly and there goes another look.“In what mood exactly?” Again in an unconcerned voice and I wished I could throw something at him.As if he read my mind, he sent me a swift glance. “If you hurt me, you will be grinded by Mum and think of how that will affect your plans.” He reminded me and I had to control my emotions, albeit unwillingly.But wait! “What do you mean by ‘my plans’?” I then glared at him when his last words penetrated.He gave a light shrug. “Well, you are more anxious than me about this. Ain’t you?” His tone was light but I could see the watchfulness in them.Mmmm, so he is not as calm as he is trying to portray? Interesting!“Mmmm, isn’t it funny you are m
Eric.Two things!One, we could hear a familiar voice and it happily dawned on us that our Cindy aunt was around for a visit. ‘When did she get back to the country?’ My sister and I had whispered to each other, thinking she had come to surprise us.But just in that moment we decided to run in for a warm welcome, we heard our mother saying the words that shattered us and equally made us happy at the same time.Christos Fernandez! The man we had thought was just a friend and later to be our step Dad is actually our father? Real father and perplexing of all, our mother wants nothing to do with him again.How cruel and crazy can fate be?But we know our mother had told us the truth during that brief moment of interrogation. It’s obvious she had not known the truth until after her wedding to our father.But how? How did he turn out to be our father?And would we have called him to come over if we had known? And now that we know the truth, what are we going to do about it?Will it be that s