What? Aiden is adopted?"Mother, what do you mean by the day you adopted Aiden? You didn't birth him?" "Yes dear, Aiden is adopted" My limbs turned cold as horror flashed through my eyes."What's wrong dear? You look pale" she worried."Does he have a twin by chance? At the adoption center did they tell you anything about his twin?" I kept rambling out my questions."I didn't get Aiden from an adoption center. I found my Aiden in the woods."Woods?! "It was evening time on the twenty-third of February two thousand and two and I had gone out fishing with my husband Houston Sal and my son Aiden Sal but something strange happened to us, we were attacked by wolves and we were separated while running for our lives. I hid inside a nearby cave where I found Aiden, he was a quiet little child and looked like he was starving. He looked at me in fear and beginner to growl as a dog would, I offered him some snacks that were in my pocket and he took them and ate. I asked for his name but he di
"Yes they are.'' "What?" So many shocking surprised and mysteries encircling Aiden's existence and finally an actual answer but am not willing to hear it. "The Sal family are also the Salvatore." "The Sal's are the descendants of Darius Salvatore. He had a daughter who was impregnated by his son before they all faced their demise. Due to the chaos, their family caused Brianna Salvatore ran away, she named her son Tyler Sal and that's how their generation continued" What she said made a little sense to me. I was expecting her to explain why they looked alike and if she believed the possibility of them being twins. "I don't know how they look alike, you have to find out about that by going back to your pack, the oldest wolf should be able to explain things to you "She was right, Grandma was the oldest wolf in the pack so she had answer."For now, would you like to meet the rest?" She asked with a wolfish grin. "What rest?" She replied to me with a smirk and turned around. I watche
After a hot shower, she collapsed into bed and didn't stir until the following morning, when she woke to bright sunlight. She sat up in confusion as she tried to get her bearings and realized that she wasn't in the spare bedroom anymore. A quick glance around confirmed that she was back in the master suit and a glance down at the empty space beside her confirmed that Sandro had indeed slept beside her. She peeked down at herself and was relieved to note that she still had on the t-shirt she had worn to bed.She checked the clock and groaned when she realised that she had slept to nearly ten in the morning. Pushing the tumbled mass of her hair out of her face, she got up and was alarmed when the room started spinning wildly around her. She stumbled a couple of steps before reaching for the headboard of the bed and steadying herself. She frowned slightly as she tried to recall the last time she had had a decent meal... definitely not the previous day's breakfast, which had come back
She nearly leaped out of her skin and dropped the pencil with a muffled yelp when he captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilted her face up until she raised her vulnerable gaze up to his unfathomable chocolate brown eyes. He let go of her chin to stroke the back of his hand down her soft cheek and she tried her best not to cringe from his touch but she wasn't quite successful in masking her reaction because his eyes iced over and his hand dropped heavily back to his side."What other secrets are you keeping from me, I wonder?" He mused beneath his breath."I have no secrets," she responded."What would you call this?" He indicated the room with a sweeping gesture and she laughed but there was absolutely no humour in the harsh and abrasive sound"This was hardly a secret," she shook her head bitterly. "If you'd come here at any time over the past year and a half, you would have known about this. I never lock the door... you were free to enter at any time.""Wh
He raised one hand and Amaya braced herself for his unwanted touch, desperate not to flinch. In the end, she still jumped slightly when his fingertips brushed across her lips."I know what makes you tremble with desire," his voice had lowered even further, nothing more than a seductive rumble now and Amaya's lips parted slightly. "I know where to touch, where to kiss, where to suck... I know how to make you moan, scream and cry out in ecstasy."That's just sex," she finally found her voice but hardly sounded convincing. He merely smiled, lifting his other hand until he had her face framed with his thumbs stroking across her cheekbones and his fingertips burrowing into the soft hair at her temples."It doesn't solve anything," she continued to protest, with the same lack of conviction as before."Maybe not," he shrugged without concern. "But it feels fantastic...""But we don't do it right," she murmured, thinking about the fact that he'd never kissed her, not on the lips, not once...
They barely spoke over the next week or so, merely co-existing in the same house. Sandro still insisted that they take breakfast and dinner together and that they sleep together but he never touched her in bed, maintaining the distance that she had insisted on, some part of Theresa was relieved while another, even larger part, bemoaned the loss of the one bond they had shared. Still, she kept telling herself that it was just sex and it had never meant anything.Besides she had other, more immediate, concerns. Like the fact that she had thrown up every day for the last week and the fact that she was still stricken by dizzy spells at the most unexpected times... like the fact that her period was now than it had ever been before. She was relieved that the intimacies between her and Sandro had ceased, because he was as familiar with her cycle as she was and she would really prefer absolute certainty before telling him anything. She also wanted time to figure out what her next move would
"Eating out tonight. Dress: casual. 'Business thing'. Will be home by 6. Dinner @ 7:30"She groaned, Aiden and his damned "appearances"! She was tempted to simply refuse but didn't have the energy for the argument that would ensue. At least he'd forewarned her this time, there had been a few incidences in the past where he had simply come home and told her that they were going out in an hour. A couple of times the events had been formal, leaving Amaya to scramble for appropriate dresses and silently cursing the fact that she hadn't even had the opportunity to have her hair professionally done. Sighing softly, she gave up on work for the rest of the afternoon and instead decided to get her hair done. Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else.Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photog
"What did he do to the dog?" He finally gritted out, sounding like he was chewing nails."I never knew for sure," she confessed. "Mom said Sheba went to a new family and was happy with them. But I don't know... I always feared that he took her back to the pound." Despite her best intentions, tears of long-remembered pain flooded her eyes and she averted her gaze and tilted her chin in an effort to appear casual......"I couldn't sleep for the longest time afterwards, imagining how confused Sheba must have been and on the really bad nights I pictured them taking her into the vet's surgery to be put down... because even though I loved her, she really wasn't cute, or clever or all that special. If she went back to the pound, I don't think she would have gone to another home.""You mustn't think like that," he admonished."I know. Never mind, it's so far in the past that the wound has healed long ago, not even a scar," his intent gaze told her that he didn't believe a word of it but for