What a morning! You’d think someone spiked the water or the juice because the little ones have been bouncing off the walls. I must admit, it’s been a nice distraction though. I don’t want to think about what happened yesterday, and it’s eating at me to feel how horrible Landry feels about it. Landry tends to carry everyone’s guilt and his own. Goddess Morrtemis herself could show up and grant him eternal forgiveness and he still probably wouldn’t forgive himself and it saddens me greatly. 'We could try recommending he visit Beta Eric again. I’m no clinical expert, but even I can tell our Lan is dealing with some trauma thanks to his jerk of a father’s emotional abuse and neglect,' Beatrix says heartbrokenly. Bee is a tough cookie, far tougher than I, but even she has her sweet side. I know she loves and cares for Landry as much as I do. She’s always the one giving him a firm push, which I don’t always agree with. I don’t like being forceful with him or anyone – probably why I prefer
The rest of the day went by very smoothly. I spent most of it focusing on Bai while the other carers tended to the other kids. It was the most Bai had interacted with anyone, so they didn’t pull me away. He really seemed to relax and open up while we played chess, and I’m hoping in time I can maybe get him to play with one of the other children, maybe one even willing to let him teach them to play chess. He’s such a sweet boy, I’d love to see him making friends. I’m just in the kitchen doing the dishes after lunch when I hear footsteps approaching carrying the scent of rose and chamomile. A smile breaks across my face, and I spin around and leap at the tall figure entering the kitchen. They catch me effortlessly as I breathe in their floral scent. “Pappa!” I cheer as I feel my dad’s arms wrap around me and swing me around with ease. “How are you, Cupcake?” He asks joyfully while kissing my cheeks and setting me on my feet. “I’m wonderful,” I smile up at him, “What brings you by? T
As I start to sit back in my seat, sharp pain strikes my side knocking the wind out of me. I cling to the table, trying to process the pain that makes it hard to breathe as Beatrix's howls echo around my mind. “Jennifer!” My mum cries, leaping from her chair to come to my side, “Jennifer what’s wrong?” “I don’t… know,” I pant. Beatrix begins to whimper, 'Landry’s hurt.' 'What?! What’s happening?!' I shout at her but quickly focus more on my bond with Landry and Matthan, 'Lan? Matthan? What’s happening?' I ask in a panic. 'Everything is fine, I promise,' says Matthan, but I don’t believe that. How can anything be fine when my ribs feel like I got hit by a tank? Is it his dad? Did Landry’s dad come back and is now hurting him? Fear and panic rush through me and without a second thought, I’m up on my feet and sprinting across the street while I faintly hear my parents calling my name behind me. I don’t have time to think, I just keep running. I know I’m not that fast, but I’m still
Jennifer and I spent all of last night discussing my decision to get private training lessons and once we had everything out on the table, she asked if today I would accompany her to pack training, so we could at least experience it together. She’s not asking me to attend every training session with the pack, just this one, and as much as the thought of training gives me flashbacks of trying to get out of P.E. the thought of spending more time with Jennifer was a huge incentive. I’ve already cleared my day with Maggie, whose only response was ‘It’s about time’, so it's safe to say I won’t get any argument from her. I managed to scrounge up some workout clothes I brought from home. I don’t know why I packed them, but I guess I’m glad I did. The clothes still feel and smell brand new, so that tells you how little I wore them. They’re nothing special, just a grey long-sleeved workout shirt, black workout leggings and black workout shorts over those and black sneakers. The shorts might be
They continue their demonstrations and now Matthan is paying closer attention. After they’ve gone through it a few more times, Mei shifts back into her human form, and I now understand why she was wearing a summer dress. She never has to change her clothes this way. Luna Marcus shifts back but has to put his shorts back on. With all the magic in the world, I wish there was a makkari who could cast a spell that would allow us to not have to strip off our clothes when we shifted, to avoid shredding them to pieces. Surely they can do that. “Since we have limited nagatas at our disposal, we’ll be going a few at a time. So, Nare, CJ, Natalia, Gary and Dwain, you go first, and you’ll be paired with Hua, Xīn yí, Fú, Yìchén and Jùn Jié.” He then turns to look at Mei, “Did I say those right?” He asks, and she smiles up at him nodding happily, and he smiles with relief turning his attention back to us. “The rest of the wolves will wait for their turn and the rest of the nagatas will step to th
“Someone looks entertained,” suddenly announces Nare, yanking me back into the here and now. “Huh?” I ask, focusing my attention on her as she sits down in front of me in the packhouse dining hall. “You’re sitting here giggling with scrambled egg just hanging from your fork,” she chuckles, “So, spill. What’s so funny?” She asks while digging into her eggs benedict. “Maggie called Landry into work early this morning to help with cleaning the guest house. Poor Landry is trying not to be sick because it seems some people were very intimate and very messy in one of the rooms, and Landry has to clean it and the smell is making him ill. I feel sorry for him, but feeling and seeing how grossed out he is, is making me laugh,” I say with a giggle. “That’s because it’s hilarious,” Beatrix says with a tired chuckle. “All that rolling around and laughing took it out of you,” I tease. “It was worth it,” she says with a yawn. I can’t help but be a bit concerned. I’ve never seen Beatrix so low
Just then the sound of a crash fills the dining hall, and Nare and I both look over as pack members around the room begin to laugh. I see Jane over towards the buffet, red-faced, hair up in a ponytail with strands falling loose around her face as she looks down at the shattered plates scattered around her. Sympathy washes over me as I watch her grab a tub and begin picking up the broken pieces while trying to hide her embarrassment. I feel sad and disgusted as I look around at all the people who are just laughing at her, instead of helping her, including Nare. “Couldn’t happen to a nicer person,” Nare sniggers. I frown, “That’s not very nice.” Nare’s eyes glow brightly for a split second as she looks up at me, “That bitch doesn’t deserve kindness, not after what she did to me, or you for that matter. Have you forgotten her relentless bullying? Have you forgotten the things she did to you?” She says with strong contempt. I sigh, “Of course, I haven’t forgotten. I’m not asking you t
'LANDRY!' I jolt awake, looking around in disorientation for the source of the voice screaming my name, but I don’t see anyone. It’s just me and Jennifer. Jennifer! I look down and relax as I see Jennifer sleeping peacefully with her arm still draped over my lap. I smile down at my breathtaking animai whose scent is still overwhelming my senses and setting the bunker ablaze with its frangipani notes. Her body against me feels like a sweet, delectable fire that has me feeling excited and jittery at the same time. Her curls are a wild nest of hair scattered around her face and her usual cream-coloured skin is flushed a bright scarlet like she’s been doused with boiling water, and that’s not unreasonable given her beautiful skin is coated in sweat. Her breathing is slightly laboured, and her heart is beating a little faster than normal, but thankfully all I can sense from her is a peaceful deep sleep. Same for Beatrix. Beatrix has been in hibernation since Jennifer’s heat hit. It’s no
“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