Another cross-over chapter! This chapter crosses over with chapter 58 of A Queen Among Blood :)
I don’t know what they put in the juice, but the pups were crazy today! Don’t get me wrong, I still adore my job, but sometimes these kiddos can require an army to wrangle them. Some days they’re mellow and just want someone to cuddle with them and read them a story. Other days, like today, they’re like jumping beans bouncing off the walls. I’ve stayed behind today to finish cleaning, so Macy could go home to her animai Kelly since today is their anniversary. I’m trying to scrub away the sticky marks off the tables from where the pups spilled their juice today when I feel something drip on my head. I look up just as I see another drip about to splatter on my face, but quickly dodge it. 'Gotta love those supernatural reflexes,' muses Beatrix. 'Tell that to my hair,' I say as I touch a sticky patch in my hair. I look up and notice the almost sap-like drops dripping from the ceiling and stare at them in bewilderment. “How on earth did they get juice on the ceiling?!” I shriek. I’m a
I look back at the torment in Jane’s eyes and I see a version of myself I don’t ever want to see again. I want so badly to tell her and free her of this torture, but it’s not my story to tell. We’re talking about Nare’s very medical history, and that’s something I have no right to discuss with anyone behind her back, let alone the person who caused it. “Jane… I very much want to tell you, but I can’t. I can tell you it’s about Michael’s sister Nare, but nothing more. I can’t break her trust or privacy, and I hope you understand that, but I will say, Michael should have told you. You deserve an answer.” “He wants me to suffer,” she says, letting go of my wrists and looking down as a tear trickles down her cheek. I gently take her hands and guide her to the windowsill to sit down. “I can’t speak to what is going through his head, but I do understand what rejection feels like, and even with everything you put me through, I wouldn’t wish it upon you. It’s a pain that… there just aren’t
I watch through Matthan’s eyes as he stares down the small woman before him. His hackles are raised as his blonde paws claw into the grass beneath them. He crouches slightly, baring his teeth as a growl rumbles deep from his belly, yet our opponent remains unfazed. Mathan’s trying to act tough, but it’s mostly bravado. I feel his nerves and I’m just as nervous as he is. I have far more faith in Matthan’s skills than my own, but that’s during fighting with other wolves. We’ve never taken on an irshiust before. Yildiz of the Delegation stands before us, her long black hair tied up on top of her head in a bun, her otherworldly floral scent wafting on the breeze as the gold glitter embedded in her mocha skin glints and twinkles under the morning sun. Her bright golden eyes stare at us as though she sees our moves before we make them. She’s 5’5”, which only makes her slightly taller than Matthan’s 4’9” stature. He’s average size among other wolves but gigantic compared to normal wolves. O
The rest of training is probably the most fun and entertaining training session I have ever been a part of. Mutolupuses and nagatas in shifted and non-shifted forms are taking turns taking on Yildiz and everyone is pulling out the most bizarre distraction techniques I have ever seen. Some of them are truly hilarious and others are just stupid. The best part is Yildiz is giving just as good as she’s getting. She seems very amused by all of this and looks like she’s having fun. She says it reminds her of the antics her sisters get up to at home, and I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of shenanigans irshiusts get up to, but I bet you’d never forget it if you saw it. We’re all watching and cheering while Yildiz fights one of the Aurum Obscuro pack members. The wolf manages to get behind Yildiz and we all look on wide-eyed when it bites the back of Yildiz’s leggings and gives them a solid yank giving her the worst wedgie I have ever seen. She doesn’t cry out in pain, which makes sens
I clutch my stomach tightly as tears pool in my eyes and a snort erupts unabashed from my mouth. This only makes me laugh harder, and now I can hear Landry in the kitchen laughing too. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh this hard,” he chuckles while stirring some batter in a mixing bowl. “I don’t know why that line makes me laugh so hard,” I squeak between fits of laughter. We’re watching Robin Hood: Men In Tights while Landry whips us up some yummy food in the kitchen. This is one of my all-time favourite movies because it always makes me laugh. Technically it’s a really sad scene. Robin has just come home to find his entire family and pets are dead, but it’s the way Blinkin’ tells him all this that makes it so hilarious. However, it’s when Blinkin’ perks up at the end and cheers, ‘Oh, it’s good to be ‘ome, ain’t it Master Robin?!’ that absolutely breaks me. He’s just devastated the poor man and now he’s cheering as if this was the best news to come home to. This movie is hys
I tried to keep my mind and emotions clear through dinner and dessert for Jennifer’s sake, but I’m not sure how well I did. Probably terrible given how my mind won’t stop racing. Pregnant. Teen parents. When Matthan joked about it during Jennifer’s heat, I felt my soul leave my body, but now that it’s actually happening I feel so much worse. Not because I hate the thought of being a dad, but simply because I think I’m going to screw up beyond anything I can repair. I screwed up so badly with Jennifer that I almost killed her, and I know I’ll be working to make that right for the rest of my life. The difference is that when I worked to earn my way into her heart, she had the option to say no. She could reject me all over again and send me packing. This baby doesn’t even get a choice. This poor innocent life we’ve made is stuck with an incompetent, weak, screw-up for a father. I look over at Jennifer laying in bed peacefully beside me, all snuggled up with a sweet look on her face w
So, believe it or not, I actually enjoy patrols. Training, no. Patrols, yes. Training means working on strengths and skills I don’t really have; I’d even go as far as calling myself a pacifist. I just don’t like violence and prefer to avoid it at all costs, even if it’s to defend myself. Defending Jennifer on the other hand is a different matter, and now that she’s carrying our pup, I do want to be able to protect them from anything. Patrols are different though. Everyone eighteen and over is required to do patrol shifts. This is so everyone contributes to protecting the pack. It’s not a hard job. You just spend a few hours in a designated section of the pack border trotting up and down in wolf form – unless you’re an Omega – keeping your nose and ears out for suspicious sounds, and scents and keeping an eye out for intruders or hikers. When humans get too close to the pack – usually hikers enjoying the terrain – an alert goes out to the pack to inform everyone to avoid shifting or an
Matthan races through the town streets, passing pedestrians and the odd car, none of whom are remotely fazed by seeing a giant wolf running with otherworldly speed. Matthan pushes as fast as his paws will carry him until we see the pack clinic coming up in the distance. Jennifer is standing outside patiently waiting with a big smile on her face and a bundle of clothes in her arms. It’s only then that I realise I forgot to bring a change of clothes when I went on patrol this morning. Oops. Matthan comes skidding to a halt and plops himself down on his butt in front of Jennifer, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pants though feeling very proud of himself. Jennifer lets out an amused giggle and walks over and scratches under his chin sending a rush of electricity through his body that I feel as if she were touching my face. Her aquamarine eyes are shining with mirth as she continues to scratch Matthan’s chin affectionately, causing him to wag his tail so furiously it might becom
“Okay, I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m dying to know what name you picked for him. Please don’t make me wait for your parents to get here,” I say impatiently, plopping myself down in the chair beside Jennifer’s hospital bed. I was alright not knowing while she was pregnant, but now that our son is here, I am dying to hear his name! I can’t keep calling him ‘son’ or ‘baby’. 'Why not? It’s not like either of those statements is incorrect,' Matthan points out. 'How about I just call you ‘wolf’ then?' I retort. He gasps, 'You wouldn’t be so disrespectful.' 'That’s his point,' Beatrix tiredly chuckles. Poor thing is giving her everything to help Jennifer heal faster, and I can’t thank her enough. “Okay, okay,” Jennifer chuckles, cradling our son in her arms, “I can finally tell you.” As I sit on the edge of my seat, excited to finally hear the name she kept hidden for weeks, there’s a gentle knock on the door. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, whipping my head around in frustration only t
I’ve experienced all types of fear in my life, but none of them will ever compare to the fear I am feeling right now. Not just my own, but the fear coming from the woman who has brought me nothing but love. The level of helplessness I feel seeing Jennifer laid out on a surgical table as Doctor Johnson cuts into her belly is unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to what Jennifer is going through. I do my best to block out the sounds of the machines and the back and forth of the doctors and nurses and just focus on Jennifer and try to get her to focus on me. I squeeze her hand and kiss her forehead and feel extra gratitude that there is a screen up to stop us from seeing what they are doing to her body. I don’t want to see them cut into her, and she shouldn’t have to see it either. I know all she can feel is some pressure, but it’s not painful, so that’s good. “You’re doing so good,” I say reassuringly, keeping my arm around her head so she can focus on my scent and not the other smel
“Okay, enough of the kissing, time to open presents!” Declares Nare, coming over, taking Jennifer by the hand, and dragging her away to a nearby sofa so she can begin opening presents. I stand by and smile, experiencing every moment of joy emanating from my soulmate as she opens gift after gift. Some gifts confuse her, and me, because just looking at them I wasn’t even sure what some of them were, and then there’s the breast pump which surely was originally designed as a torture device. That can’t actually be comfortable, can it? As Jennifer continues to open presents with glee, her mother walks over and hands me a glass of non-alcoholic punch. “Thank you,” I say, taking the glass from her. “This was a beautiful thing you did for her. I can already see how much this has lifted her mood,” she says gratefully. “Everything Jennifer ever said about you is true, and I know you will love her and this baby as much as Craig loves me and Jennifer,” she says placing a hand on my shoulder, “I
“Jennifer is going to love this!” Cheers Beatrix excitedly from the passenger seat. I glance over, my mind once again trying to reconcile that while I am looking at the body of Jennifer, it’s not Jennifer in control. The main thing driving that fact home is the glowing aquamarine eyes looking out the windshield. The other is the mannerisms. Beatrix is exuberant and uses a lot of big gestures, whereas Jennifer is more delicate and demure, except for when she’s excited. “Is she still sleeping?” I ask as I drive towards the packhouse. “Like a baby,” she giggles, rubbing her belly affectionately, “I’ll start to wake her up once we get there. I don’t want to risk spoiling the surprise.” “I really appreciate you helping me surprise her like this, and I think she’ll love how you’ve dressed her today,” I say graciously. “Well, I have known her since conception. I know what she likes,” she says proudly. Beatrix, Matthan, and I have been planning today very carefully without letting Jennif
“Is it normal for the baby to have hiccups?” Jennifer asks nervously. I give her hand a tight squeeze projecting all the calm I can through our bond. Joanna gives her a warm, reassuring smile like always. “Hiccups are absolutely normal.” Jennifer smiles up at me and instantly relaxes again. 'These mood swings are rough,' Matthan whines. Being bonded mind, body and soul to a pregnant woman sure as hell gives you perspective on how easy we guys have it. Jennifer tries to block me out to spare me most of it, but I have politely told her off about that. Do I enjoy waking up several times a night because I feel Jennifer waking up with an overwhelming need to pee? No, not particularly. But she’s an eighteen-year-old going through one of the hardest changes of her life. She’s creating life inside her, and my only job at this time is to make her comfortable. I’ve found her a few times crying and naturally, my first instinct is to worry, but when I focus on her emotions it’s so confusing.
Landry immediately gets started on dinner, pulling out cheese, cream, and pasta as I pull up a stool at the small kitchen island. I think he’s going to make carbonara! 'The papers, go and get the papers,' Beatrix reminds me. 'Oh! Right, thank you for reminding me,' I say as I get back up and go and grab the papers from my bag. 'It’s what I’m here for,' she says casually. I walk over to Landry, smiling up at him while I hold the papers firmly in my hand. “Whatcha got there?” He asks, glancing over at me as he puts of pot of water on to boil. “Well, I guess we were both thinking of each other today because I did something for you too,” I say with nervous excitement. “What did you do?” Landry asks eagerly, so, instead of building the moment I hand him the papers. Landry takes them and slowly begins reading, his eyes growing wider and wider as a million emotions swirl inside him. “This… this is an application to pastry school…” “I know!” I say proudly, “I did some research, and wit
What a day! Okay, I probably say that a lot, but today was different. Today when I arrived at the daycare everyone was waiting to surprise me with balloons, handmade cards, and posters congratulating me on my little nugget. I admit I got pretty emotional and I’m unsure if that was the hormones or just me. Even though it’s my job to shower the pups with love, today I felt I was showered in love. Nothing can warm your heart more than the love and affection of an innocent child, and getting to receive all that love from them just made me all the more excited to meet my baby. I’ve already picked out a name! I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, and I still don’t want to know, so I have variations for both, and I just know Landry will love them, but for now, I’m keeping them a surprise. If he asks, I’ll mention them, but for now, it’s a secret between me and Beatrix. 'You’re right though, Landry is going to love them,' she says happily. 'I’m dying to tell him, but I want to wait for the
Jennifer lets out a loud gasp beside me as I stumble back, shaking my head in confusion. My mum was an Omega? How could I have not known that? 'Matthan, did you know my mother was an Omega?' He shakes his head, 'It was so long ago, and we were both so young. I could speak with her wolf, but it never even occurred to me that she couldn’t shift, especially since she passed before we could.' I lean against the wall of the cottage, trying to process this information. My mum was an Omega, and my dad thinks that her Omega status is what killed her. That doesn’t even make any sense. I can feel the soothing touch of Jennifer stroking my hair comfortingly, but I can’t find the words to speak. “Mr Green, you have my deepest condolences for the loss of your animai, I can’t even begin to comprehend that level of pain, and the fact you’re still alive is rare, but as the father of an Omega, I have to ask, why do you believe your animai being an Omega led to her death?” Jennifer’s dad asks calml
I wait patiently on the front porch of our cottage trying to mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to say to my dad. 'He does anything to Jennifer or the pup and I’m ripping his throat out,' snarls Matthan. 'I may not be much of a fighter, but do you really think I’d stand by and let him hurt my animai and baby? Do you think I’m that incapable of protecting my family?' I ask sadly. Matthan sighs and sits back on his hind legs, 'Of course not, I didn’t mean it to come off like that. I have every faith in you, and I mean that. I’m just a little overprotective these days,' he says sheepishly. I smile and give him the mental equivalent of a hug, 'I guess it comes with being expected dads.' Our moment is interrupted as I hear the sound of a car approaching in the distance and it’s not long before I see my dad’s navy blue Mercury Marauder pull up the gravel path behind the Ryder’s aqua-blue Toyota Prius. My dad has had that car longer than I’ve been alive. He never felt a need to