TWO//..... HELLO SISTER

"Well, it's not like I'm protesting or anything. The more the merrier," The one pounding between her legs stopped moving, turning his blue gaze; a shade different from the first man; on me. 

I stared back, my head blank until he arched a brow and wiggled it.

Holy shit! 

I shrieked, suddenly coming back to my senses, and rushed out of the room like my ass was on fire.

What the hell was I thinking? Why was I still here? I should have hightailed my ass out of the damned club, the minute I stepped in and saw the sick depraved things they did.  

I had no idea what Dr. Peterson had in mind sending me here, but whatever it is, it was NOT working! 

"What the fuck? What the actual fuck?" I ranted to myself as I raced out of the club.

"Leaving already?" The short bouncer at the door asked. I flipped him the middle finger when I saw the Knowing grin on his face, slipped into my cat on the sidewalk, and drove home like a mad woman.

The minute I got into my room, my shoulders sagged in relief and I sagged against the wall feeling incredibly overwhelmed. That was not the fun experience I had hoped for! 

Fishing out my phone from my purse, I dialed Dr. Peterson's number, my fingers trembling with anxiety. 

The woman took her sweet time in answering the call, however. I had almost turned into a nervous wreck when she finally picked up the call.

"Dr. Peterson, it's Hannah," My voice came out shaky. 

There was a brief pause, and then she responded, "Of course, Hannah. I know it's you. How are you doing? Is everything okay?"

"Uhm,... about that Club you asked me to go to?"

"Oh. You took my advice. I was doubting you would. Tell me, what happened? You don't sound so happy. What happened at the club?"

"Uh, a lot of things. Did you send me to a sex club on purpose? Was that what you had in mind when you wanted me to have 'fun'? Because that's just plain sick Dr Peterson!" I blurted, unable to keep my brimming anxiety from spilling. 

"A sex club?!" She yelled, sounding genuinely confused and surprised. "What are you talking about?"

Taking a deep breath, I poured out my heart, describing the unexpected revelation of the club's nature, the explicit performances, and the overwhelming atmosphere. 

I held back on telling her about me getting turned on by those three men pounding a woman ruthlessly. That… didn't fucking count. 

"I didn't expect it to be like that," I admitted, my voice quivering. "I don't think… I don't think I belong there. Why did you suggest that club?"

Dr. Peterson's voice was sincere and mellow when she replied. "I am so sorry, Hannah. I never knew it was an erotic club. I got the invitation from a close cousin and thought it was just a lively nightclub. I had no idea it would be like that."

The knot in my stomach loosened at the knowledge that she hadn't done that to me knowingly. The experience felt jarring. 

"It's okay," I mumbled, trying to steady my breathing. My butt touched the floor and I took a deeper breath to relax against the wall.

"I was just shocked, that's all. Perhaps I needed to see it, I guess. It made me realize how much my past… the trauma still affects me. I felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable."

Dr. Peterson listened attentively as I shared my conflicting emotions and how they brought up memories. 

"Understandably, it brought up those emotions, Hannah," she said. "Healing is a journey, and sometimes, facing uncomfortable situations can be part of the process. But remember, you don't have to rush anything. Take your time, and we'll work through it together."

"Thank you so much. You… make it sound so much easier really. And that's a fucking relief." 

She chuckled, most likely at my use of language, but like she always did, Dr Peterson never judged me. And that was why she was the best therapist for me so far. 

"I'm happy to help. Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked.

I licked at my teeth in apprehension trying to quell down the voice in my head that told me to completely open up. Eventually, I gave in. 

"Uhm, yes. My mother got married. I found out yesterday and to put it simply, I was shocked. I still am, but I understand her reason for keeping it from me."

"How are you doing? How are you coping with it?" She asked calmly. 

"I'm fine," I said in a quiet voice. "She wants me to see her husband. And well, after what happened today, I think I should confront my fears bit by bit right?"

"Right," She agreed and I could imagine her nodding her head. 

I smiled though she couldn't see me. "Right. I think I'll visit her tomorrow. See who my stepfather is and all." 

"That's great! I'm happy you are willing to face your fears. Remember Hannah, your past is in your past. Don't let it cloud your judgment of the future. You will be fine because you are strong."

"Thanks, Dr. P. I desperately needed to hear that." 

*****"*"

At nine am the next morning, I was sitting pretty on my flight to Decorah. It was cold as hell, perhaps because of the air conditioning or something. Whatever it was, the light, white cotton shirt, and black pants I wore could not withstand it. It was times like this that I feared my wolf was broken.

After a long flight, I'd finally arrived in Decorah. A place I used to call home. 

I looked out of the windows of the taxi that transported me to Mom's, gazing at the passing tall trees and hills. 

There was no wonder why Mom loved Decorah so much.

Everywhere looked so peaceful and it seemed like the perfect environment for Werewolves. Trees meant woods to run around and play in. And the hills were perfect for relaxing. I could picture my wolf running freely in the park, round and down the hills. 

Free, unbound, and just simply happy.

A bitter taste formed in my mouth and I wrenched my gaze away from the view. When was the last time I had let my wolf free? It felt like a long, long time ago. 

Living in an urban area among humans was one of the hardest things ever, but I needed to stay as far away from the past. The haunting memories. The strong scent of wolves filled and invaded my mind and head. 

… The past is in the past…

My therapist's words echoed in my mind and I sighed. This was me finding closure and letting it all go. 

"Here you are Miss," the driver said as he pulled up into the driveway of a huge ass building. It looked pretty gigantic, like a mansion. 

I whistled lightly as I alighted from the vehicle. "Looks like Mom married some well-loaded guy." 

Hell, they even had a lawn! Who the hell keeps a lawn these days? Certainly not werewolves. At least from what I remembered? Ah shit, just how long was I gone? It felt like so much had changed without my knowledge. 

"I deserve to be free from the burden of the past," I whispered to myself as I climbed the short flight of stairs before the front door. "I deserve to heal and find happiness."

I deserved to be with my mother, gushing over the slightest of things, just like in old times. Seeing her would stir up emotions within me and memories I wanted to forget, but I could not and would not let them define me any longer. 

I had barely knocked twice when the door flew open and my mom stood before me, eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh My God Hannah!!! You didn't tell me you were coming. This is such a huge surprise!"

Her hands wrapped around me in a tight hug and I held her tighter, relishing her scent that I had missed so much.

"I know," I grinned. "I wanted to surprise you, "I

"Mission accomplished then? I am so happy to see you, my baby. Would you look at your hair? It's all long and grown." She cooed, dragging me into the house. 

I stared like a poor fool at the luxurious decor of the living room I was led into.

"It's so good to see you, sweetheart," Mom said, helping me settle on a sofa. Her kind brown eyes held mine and tears welled up in my eyes. 

"I've missed you, Mom," I whispered and closed my eyes when she reached out to wipe the tears off my face. 

"You have no idea how much it means to me that you are here. I knew you would come home one day. I trusted that you would. I just ...I was never expecting it would be so soon. But I am very happy."

"I'm happy as long as you are," I told her, covering her palm with mine. "I'm fine now ma. I'm healing and I can't keep hiding forever."

"So, how's it going? How's the husband?" I asked after a while, looking around the house which seemed empty.

"Oh, Alexander left early. Meeting with some pack elders. I was also heading out when you came."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I quickly rushed out but got cut off by a stern look on her face. 

"Stop that! You've done nothing wrong okay? I'm just glad that you are here."

I nodded, then shifted closer to her. "So tell me about your husband mama," 

"He's a Lycan" she announced and hell, I almost saw the moon goddess when I choked on my spit.

"Wait ..what?" I spluttered between coughs. "You are married to a Lycan? How's that possible? You hated Lycans!"

"I know. But the last few years have been different around here. The wolves and the Lycans started cooperating. Seems like the bad blood is gone " She explained. I wasn't sure about her words, but she looked intensely happy. I wasn't going to rain on her parade by being a sour puss. 

"Well, about time. I've missed a lot, haven't I?" I remembered the bloody feud between us and the other species and it sure as hell wasn't pretty.

"I have to get going now." Mom stood up, pouting. "Oh, I forgot to mention. Alexander has three sons. Triplets. So they are your step-brothers. They should be upstairs, and I'll just call them to take care of you while I'm gone."

Stepbrothers?!

Three Stepbrothers?! 

Fucking wonderful! Just what I needed. More people to adjust to. 

"I can't say I'm surprised," I grumbled. "First you forgot to tell me you got married, and then forgot to tell me there are step-brothers involved."

Mum smiled sheepishly, reaching out to hold my hand. "I wanted to tell you, Hannah, but I didn't want to overwhelm you with everything that was happening in my life. I thought it would be easier to introduce you to them when the time was right."

My mother had always been caring and protective of me, but I could see a hint of nervousness in her as well. 

"I understand, Mom," I replied, trying to quell the anxiety swirling within me. "I just… I didn't expect this."

Mum nodded, her smile growing. "I know. Come on, let me introduce you to them."

As my mother led me to the back door, my heart raced with anticipation. I didn't want or need more men in my life. If you asked me, the less the men, the better. 

I was so nervous, I hadn't even realized when we had walked into a garden in the backyard. 

And there they were.

Three men, half-naked, laying on mats under the sun and looking hella familiar. 

"Hi boys," mum called and they turned to her with a smile, which vanished when they saw me.

"This is my daughter, Hannah. You boys remember I told you about her, yeah?" They stared dumbly and my mom, oblivious to it all, rambled on. "Hannah, these are your new step-brothers. Daniel, Dean, and Damian."

I stood rooted to a spot, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth as I watched the expression on their faces change from surprise to amusement.

The men I had seen in the club last night were my damned stepbrothers?! 

Shit!