The past several days blended in to each other as Samantha stayed close to the house. Her attempt to enter the boutique left her feeling broken, defeated and frustrated. She knew the feelings would persist as long as her eye was this fantastic shade of eggplant. It had been three days now and each day, the bruise darkened with no sign of abating any time soon.
The only saving grace to any of this was Richard still hadn't come back home or reached out to her. The longer he stayed away, the more she dreaded seeing him again and the pit in her stomach grew heavier knowing they were going to have to have a very difficult talk eventually.
The afternoon she came home from the restaurant, she had looked around the house, lost. She laid on her bed and cried. It didn't get her anywhere, nor did it help ease the dull ache inside. She ran a hot bath and added Himalayan sea salt to it, hoping the warmth would penetrate into her chilled core, but sat in the tub with her arms curled around her knees until the cold water eventually nudged her from her trance.
She dressed in a soft white cotton tank top with matching pajama pants and robe and curled into a heated blanket, exhaustion finally overtaking her. After the first few hours, she tossed and turned the rest of the night with vivid nightmares. It was like the more she was numb and detached to the physical world around her, the more evocative the pseudo world of her dreams became.
In the early hours of dawn, her mind finally stilled and she slept late through the morning. That day was a blur and the idea of food made her stomach churn. She thought of everything she should be getting up and doing, then berated herself when she didn't have the motivation.
The worst thing about that day was catching hints of his scent around the house. She drifted down the stairs to his study and curled up in his computer chair, the soft leather gently steeped in his scent and the faint smell of unsmoked cigars.
I shouldn't be missing him like this. I shouldn't be finding comfort in his smell. What he's done is unforgivable. What he had done was so despicable, it should have extinguished any feelings she had for him.
But she couldn't make her heart understand that. The lack of his presence, even his sour, negative energy, hurt equally as much as the monster he'd become and she spent the rest of the day in a constant war between her heart and mind. That night, she mist his pillow with his cologne, relishing the familiar scent of wood, pepper and citrus as she curled into it, able to slightly ease one ache, at least.
Two days after her expedition downtown, she felt like she'd forgotten how to take care of herself. She was still in her pajamas from the night before last and was dehydrated, her stomach so empty she was dry heaving. Losing herself in wine had no appeal to her right now as the thought of swallowing anything strong tightened her throat.
She spent countless hours scrolling through old social media posts and photos on her phone, seeing the pictures and times they seemed so happy together. Examining the pictures, she began to identify when he'd lost that happy sparkle in his eye, his eyes and expressions turning colder as time progressed. How did she not see it before?
Here is where she snapped a picture at dinner. They were sitting next to each other as usual and looking at each other, grinning like fools. A few months later, in another picture of them together, he smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Another picture she took while they were bowling with Nate and Mari. He was walking off the lane and looked up with a tight smile and his green eyes looked almost black with irritation. She didn't have many pictures of them together, or of him after that. It was like she subconsciously knew there were no moments of love, friendship or happiness worth capturing.
The third day after he left was Saturday and she was greeted with a bright ray of sunshine streaming in through the window. She still hadn't eaten, or had much to drink. Her stomach finally stopped protesting at the lack of food. She entered her ensuite bathroom and turned on the light, shocked at the grim visage before her.
Her face was pale as she trembled, weak from the stress her body was going through. Her eyes had an odd shine to them, enhanced by the hollowness of her sunken sockets and pronounced cheekbones. Her face was dry and chafed, and her hair that had been in a loose braid had mostly come undone.
How did I let another person destroy me so completely, she asked herself in detached awe. I can't continue like this. I could die and nobody would know how or why. He would probably be thrilled about it but she wouldn't roll over and give him that satisfaction.
She took a wide-toothed comb and started to untangle her hair. As she worked, she looked back and realized her whole life had become revolving around Richard, taking care of Richard, planning and setting goals to accomplish Richard's desires. It hit her hard to understand now that nothing was lonelier than knowing she gave so much, every ounce of herself, all her time and effort trying to navigate the world to keep him happy, only to have him hurt and abandon her.
It was her own fault, but that knowledge made it worse.
No good deed goes unpunished.
She showered and changed, her clothes that were meant to be loose and comfortable were hanging off of her. But, it was an improvement that she made it downstairs today and looked around the kitchen for something she might be able to palate.
She sipped on a cold bottle of water while she prepared her food then sat down at the island in the kitchen and nervously looked at everything in front of her, swallowing back the lump forming in her throat.
She closed her eyes as she took her first bite.
From now on, I'm choosing me.
The food and new attitude did Samantha a lot of good. It was like she walked around the house with a fresh set of eyes. She tied her hair back and started with the laundry, looking at his clothes mixed with hers in disgust.She was a nuisance.A bother.Clingy.A child.She punctuated every thought with another item of his she threw in a separate pile to go back in the basket, then she yanked his towel off the hook and threw it on top of everything she left behind. Luckily, the washroom was upstairs so she took her clothes and sorted them in there before starting the first load.After an initial pang of anxiety, feeling like she was being petty and immature, she decided that it felt good. Next, she stripped everything off of the bed so it could wait its turn through the machines. Feeling a moment of satisfaction, she moved to the bathroom with cleaning supplies and started in the shower, scrubbing down the walls. Unsure what to do with his hygiene items, she gathered everything into a
Daniel's eyes popped open with a start. The soft tap on the door was just enough to rouse him from his deep slumber. He checked the clock on the nightstand and it read four pm. Dammit. He meant to be awake before now.He got up and threw a tee shirt on, over his dark jeans, as he opened the door and found Lucas lazily leaning against the opposite wall in the hallway with his arms crossed."Sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep," he drawled, not looking the least bit apologetic. “Donna sent me to get you so she could have a word with you before the cookout officially starts.""I'm surprised she didn't get me herself," Daniel mused as he left the door open and put his shoes on."Why would she when she knows she can get me to do it," Lucas grumbled good naturedly.Daniel followed Lucas down the stairway. As they descended, the smell of food became thicker in the air, making his stomach rumble and remind him it had been a long time since his last meal. He could hear Donna just outside,
He knew this discussion and her displeasure, no, her infuriation was inevitable. He hoped to take care of this tomorrow but it was here in front of him right now, today."Donna, I do not want to nor will I ever send Henry away," Daniel swore. "But I promised him he and his wolf would thrive, and they have. But I cannot in good conscience hinder or limit him either.""He won't go," she said stubbornly. "He doesn't want to.""That may be," Daniel sympathized. "But I think I owe it to Henry to let him make that decision himself, as much as it pains us both. You know his wolf is strong, Donna, you've known it from the very beginning. It was part of the reason you feared another Alpha would kill him.""He's not as strong as you, or Lucas, or Thomas, or Judd, or even Justin,"
Daniel lifted his face up to the full moon and let his wolf wash up through and over him. It wasn't a seamless transition, not even for an Alpha such as him. Being a werewolf was initially called a curse for a reason, but with his pack and full moon present, his shift came relatively easy and painlessly and he accepted it for the blessing it had become.There of course was the pain as his bones broke and reshaped, but by now it was one he was familiar with and barely gave it a thought. A lot of movies like to portray the lengthening of the jaw and snout as the transformation works its way down, but in reality, the change starts in the spine between the shoulders. The kinder way to describe it, without detail, would be to say it began at his shoulders and rippled out, like a rock tossed into a still pond.But it wasn't that simple or serene.
She was sitting quietly, exhausted but tense in the dark living room. The tv was off and the room was quiet, somber and still to fit her mood. The small lamp next to her emitted a soft glow, but the subdued light did little to ease her oncoming headache. She glanced at the clock yet again, its thundering ticks matching the knocking in her head. Eleven thirty-two. She scolded herself for hoping he would be home by now. But why would today be any different? The past three months had gone by the same way in one big blur of loneliness.Her glass of Malbec was just over halfway gone. The more she drank, the less patience remained. She tightened her fingers around the cool globe and opened her mouth, letting the warm liquid roll in, savoring the tannins coating her tongue before she swallowed it down.Come on, do your job, she prayed to the wine. She inhaled its earthy, plum aroma like incensed smoke at an altar. Hopefully she’ll get some kind of sleep tonight. In the stillness of her neve
Richard continued viciously pulling back, increasing the tension on her hair.“I provide for this house,” Richard ranted, spittle flying into her face. “Me. You have no right to question where I’ve been or what time I come home. You will stop harassing me, you ungrateful bitch. You don't know how good you have it!” He yanked back harder and tears flooded her eyes and a small cry escaped her. Her heart hammered and her breath seized, and for the first time in her life, she was truly scared.He held her there for a few extra moments until she whimpered and tried to nod, then he pushed her away from him and she collapsed onto the floor.“You know,” he said as he crossed back to the hallway and his face slipped back on a mask of civility as smoothly as he slipped his jacket on. “I can’t look at you or deal with your shit tonight.” He roughly grabbed his keys from the bowl, and without another word or glance back, walked out the door.She expected to hear the door closing in an echoing thu
After the wedding, Richard convinced her that he needed her with him for dinners and functions to socialize with current and prospective clients. It began to feel like their marriage was on display as a model for financial success and happiness, the clients appreciating the stability a happily married couple exuded.Richard began having Samantha schedule, organize and set up the meetings and events and before long, brought her on as an Event Specialist for the company. It didn't exactly pertain to her degree, but it was fairly similar and allowed her to express her creativity, so she didn't mind too much, even though she could have been making much more on her own. It left her with a decent salary and she was able to tailor her schedule to fit around Richard’s, maximizing their time together. It seemed like the perfect arrangement.She doesn't know when the distance between them started. After the first three years of being so in sync and tuned to each other, a slow descent into a sta
"Daniel," the sandy-haired man called out as he entered the brightly lit office without knocking. He handed a few files to the dark-eyed man behind the massive, well-polished, mahogany desk that left faint traces of citrus in the air."Lucas," Daniel acknowledged. "What are we looking at?""The top folder are the main agents," Lucas says as he took a seat and leaned back, crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his head. Daniel may be the big dog, but they had been friends since childhood. "The second is the list to let go."Daniel scanned each folder briefly, starting with the second one. Fifteen employees, most of them in secretarial or data entry positions. They wouldn't need this many with the new systems he was installing."These are fine. Pick the five strongest people, if they're worth a damn, they should be able to handle the workload of the whole fifteen. Make sure the ones being let go get a decent severance and a ninety day stipend.""Ninety days?" Lucas coughed."Ye
Daniel lifted his face up to the full moon and let his wolf wash up through and over him. It wasn't a seamless transition, not even for an Alpha such as him. Being a werewolf was initially called a curse for a reason, but with his pack and full moon present, his shift came relatively easy and painlessly and he accepted it for the blessing it had become.There of course was the pain as his bones broke and reshaped, but by now it was one he was familiar with and barely gave it a thought. A lot of movies like to portray the lengthening of the jaw and snout as the transformation works its way down, but in reality, the change starts in the spine between the shoulders. The kinder way to describe it, without detail, would be to say it began at his shoulders and rippled out, like a rock tossed into a still pond.But it wasn't that simple or serene.
He knew this discussion and her displeasure, no, her infuriation was inevitable. He hoped to take care of this tomorrow but it was here in front of him right now, today."Donna, I do not want to nor will I ever send Henry away," Daniel swore. "But I promised him he and his wolf would thrive, and they have. But I cannot in good conscience hinder or limit him either.""He won't go," she said stubbornly. "He doesn't want to.""That may be," Daniel sympathized. "But I think I owe it to Henry to let him make that decision himself, as much as it pains us both. You know his wolf is strong, Donna, you've known it from the very beginning. It was part of the reason you feared another Alpha would kill him.""He's not as strong as you, or Lucas, or Thomas, or Judd, or even Justin,"
Daniel's eyes popped open with a start. The soft tap on the door was just enough to rouse him from his deep slumber. He checked the clock on the nightstand and it read four pm. Dammit. He meant to be awake before now.He got up and threw a tee shirt on, over his dark jeans, as he opened the door and found Lucas lazily leaning against the opposite wall in the hallway with his arms crossed."Sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep," he drawled, not looking the least bit apologetic. “Donna sent me to get you so she could have a word with you before the cookout officially starts.""I'm surprised she didn't get me herself," Daniel mused as he left the door open and put his shoes on."Why would she when she knows she can get me to do it," Lucas grumbled good naturedly.Daniel followed Lucas down the stairway. As they descended, the smell of food became thicker in the air, making his stomach rumble and remind him it had been a long time since his last meal. He could hear Donna just outside,
The food and new attitude did Samantha a lot of good. It was like she walked around the house with a fresh set of eyes. She tied her hair back and started with the laundry, looking at his clothes mixed with hers in disgust.She was a nuisance.A bother.Clingy.A child.She punctuated every thought with another item of his she threw in a separate pile to go back in the basket, then she yanked his towel off the hook and threw it on top of everything she left behind. Luckily, the washroom was upstairs so she took her clothes and sorted them in there before starting the first load.After an initial pang of anxiety, feeling like she was being petty and immature, she decided that it felt good. Next, she stripped everything off of the bed so it could wait its turn through the machines. Feeling a moment of satisfaction, she moved to the bathroom with cleaning supplies and started in the shower, scrubbing down the walls. Unsure what to do with his hygiene items, she gathered everything into a
The past several days blended in to each other as Samantha stayed close to the house. Her attempt to enter the boutique left her feeling broken, defeated and frustrated. She knew the feelings would persist as long as her eye was this fantastic shade of eggplant. It had been three days now and each day, the bruise darkened with no sign of abating any time soon.The only saving grace to any of this was Richard still hadn't come back home or reached out to her. The longer he stayed away, the more she dreaded seeing him again and the pit in her stomach grew heavier knowing they were going to have to have a very difficult talk eventually.The afternoon she came home from the restaurant, she had looked around the house, lost. She laid on her bed and cried. It didn't get her anywhere, nor did it help ease the dull ache inside. She ran a hot bath and added Himalayan sea salt to it, hoping the warmth would penetrate into her chilled core, but sat in the tub with her arms curled around her knee
Daniel stepped off the plane onto the unpaved strip that was a hard packed crusher run covered in short grass. He enjoyed the familiar buzz of insects, the wind whispering among the leaves and the distant sound of a mountain creek all welcoming him home.A local farmer owned the strip. Somewhere along his family tree was a great-uncle that was a werewolf and the pack had been close to his family for a few decades now. He was standing next to another man by a white, unmarked Tahoe and Daniel made a beeline for them."Good to see you, Daniel," the farmer greeted him, nodding."Jim, likewise," Daniel replied as he nodded in return. "Thanks for letting us through on short notice, this is a quick trip.""Anytime," Jim waved."Will you be joining us for the barbecue and run tonight?" Daniel asked."My family and I will be there, Alpha," Jim grinned. "For the barbecue, not the run. Justin here came down and grabbed a couple of pigs two days ago and has had them in the ground since yesterday.
"What are you sniffing at, Alpha?" Donna had asked sharply through the phone. "It sounds like that nose is going to get you in trouble."Daniel wasn't aware he had his nose in the air, like a dog, or wolf, that came across something interesting, until Donna mentioned it. The wily bastard had locked on to a scent that was sweet and lightly citric.What the hell? He frowned as he traced it back to the woman with the sunglasses. He could feel his wolf's contented purr as the smell became stronger when she lifted her face up to the sun and shook her hair, letting the dark, loose waves fall behind her. His wolf was drunk on her pleasant fragrance, rolling around as it wrapped around them. Daniel leaned into his notepad on the table, exasperated at its antics.The woman looked radiant basking in the sun with her head tilted slightly back. He enjoyed the way a smile hinted at the corners of her mouth and wondered briefly what her lips tasted like as his eyes traced their curves. He admitted
Samantha was embarrassed she was caught staring at the man. She didn't know how long it lasted. He could have been dangerous with that acute predatory look in his eyes that seemed to stop time and make the world around her disappear, but the steadiness of his gaze, which should have daunted her, felt like the first solid thing she'd seen since her life began falling apart.The feeling he was seeing the things she was trying to hide was unnerving, so when his attention shifted and released its hold on her, she let her hair fall in front of her face, an effective curtain to shield her. She made it a point not to look his way again, but it was like she could feel his high energy and presence. It wasn't oppressive. It felt as if it was sunshine, but if the light had weight, a soft pressure against her skin.After he seemed to dive back into work, she began to relax again. The sun on her face after the meal and wine was heavenly and soon she forgot about her faux pas. Unfortunately, she sh
Daniel sat quietly as he processed Donna's story. Lucas brought her the tea and sank back down in the chair he claimed earlier. Henry was looking down at his hands and Daniel could smell sadness, anger and despair as it rolled off of Henry and narrowed down to one emotion. Hate. He shook his head. Poor kid."First things first. Henry, you will become a part of my pack. You will accept me, listen and obey me as your Alpha. I will teach you to control, live, and thrive with your wolf."Henry looked up at Daniel. Uncertainty and hope began to dawn on his face."Sir? How can I?" he whispered. “I lost my family, my home. I’m a monster! I’m the same as that thing that destroyed my life! I want to kill myself, and I can’t even do that!” He sobbed and Donna's emotions overtook her as well, his pain adding to her own, causing her to quiver next to him as she hugged him tightly."You'll do no such thing," Daniel reinforced softly. "We are not monsters. Sometimes, there are bad things out there