Last night I held her in my arms as she slept. I wasn’t sure she was going to bed at all until I watched her yawn multiple times as she got dressed after her shower. I refused to let her leave the room until she got some sleep. She had no objection and climbed into bed with only a red Columbia sweatshirt on. When I climbed into the bed I made sure to keep my distance at first, the last thing I wanted to do was overstep knowing she’s hurting right now. But when she curled her little body up against my side I couldn’t help but pull her as close to me as possible without letting go. Her strawberry red hair shines bright from the sun shining through the curtains, I look at her as she snores softly with her mouth slightly open. I would close it for her but I don’t want her to stop making that little sound. As much as I would love for us to just stay in bed all day, I got word from Creed that her brother woke up. The last thing
We met up in my office not too long after breakfast. Charlotte insisted on pushing his wheelchair around the pack house. Creed didn’t mind though, he said he was too good to be pushing someone around all day. I made sure to tell him not to tell Charlotte that.“ So first what’s your name? All I know is you are Charlotte's brother” I started the conversation because they didn’t seem to know what to say to each other really.“ Well I'm not sure if this is the same name she remembers but I’ve always been called Henry. If they used my name, here the past few years they’ve used anything but.” He finished looking towards the ground as he spoke playing with his fingers.“ Who are they?” Charlotte asked to take the blanket from Creed who just look
Charlotte POVWhen I pictured myself killing him I never imagined him to be my father. I never imagined being the one to take a life from someone who is supposed to love me. What if he is my father but doesn’t know it? Maybe that would make it easier. How can a father distort someone they created so easily? Did his father just not show him enough attention? What am I saying, he can’t be my father. How did my mother get away with lying about who we really belong to? Maybe that’s why he killed her, for lying. My brother suffered because I was too much of a bitch to stay here and fight for what was mine. But now I get to go out and kill what I’ve always wished I had. Why does living have to be so hard? And dying has to be so scary? Fear lives rent free in my head along with anxiety! I don’t even know his name, yet he just changed everything. How is Alex so cool with
Alex POV“ Where's Charlotte?” He asked me to look around the office till he landed his eyes back on me.“ I thought it would be wise to have this conversation without her. Now you know your sister is my mate.” I started getting a nod in response“ good, and having a mate means you will do anything and everything to protect them. We haven’t always seen each other in such ways but we are trying.” I explain to him“ What does this have to do with me?” Looking confused and scared her wiped his sweaty palms on his pants trying not to make eye contact“ She's been hurt once already from the loss of you. Now that you are back in her life she blames herself for not staying around to save
We looked into his past but he’s life has been covered up pretty damn well. The only information we were able to recover was anything he’s life was like before he was taken. Which is useless because it's everything Charlotte has already told us. However there is one thing that stuck out more than the rest. Charlotte isn’t his sister at all, making this even harder for me because I’ll have to be the one to break the news to her after all these years. When Henry was born, the mother passed away at birth, Charlotte's mother was the one to perform the birth of the child and with no one else in the pack wanting to take him in, her mother almost had no choice. But she was so young at the time that she didn’t know better and believed every word they said about him being her real brother. I don’t know if they planned on telling her at all but they definitely didn’t get a chance to if they were. I don’t think it
After breakfast, I headed downtown to the workshop because Charlotte wants a bakery built close to the packhouse. I told her she could have any job she ever wanted and she told me a bakery loaded with homemade treats and pastries is what she’s always wanted. With everything going on I thought something like this would help keep her mind at ease. Once I arrived I had Creed and Ryan head in and buy everything we needed to start off. Looking at the blue print laid out on the hood of the car, I notice ways I can make it bigger, might also add a second story for her office and inventory. As I waited for them to come back out, my phone rang in my pocket.“ hello?”“ hey long time no speak” chuckling on the other end I will say I wasn’t expecting her to call“ What's up
“ Did you find him??” She yelled running off the packhouse porch towards me“ Yeah, we found him.” I huffed out spitting blood onto the ground“ what happened??” She gasped coming closer wiping the blood off my mouth with sleeve“ ask him.” I growled pointing to her brother that was shifted into a wolf being pinned by two of my men“ Why is he in wolf form??” She mumbled wrapping her little arms around me in a hug. If she was to cry right now I wouldn’t blame her. No one would. But she didn't; she just stared at him as if she was trying to find the answers in his eye. The way she keeps herself together is impressive, women are way stronger than we give them credit for. At least she is any
Charlotte hasn’t spoken to me since she found out about Henry not being her brother. I mean, I guess I can agree with Creed when he said she needed to know. Maybe this is the reaction she would have had no matter when I told her. She’s grown up hating herself for not saving them, not being the strong tough wolf her parents wanted her to be, to finding out he is alive and blaming herself all over again for the life he’s lived, just to find out that he was never really her family in the first place. We all put someone before ourselves without realizing they aren’t who they say in the beginning. Life likes to throw curve balls at you and wait to see how bad you’ll go down. Nothing in this world comes easy when it comes to simply just trying to live. I wish I could turn back time, a time where I met Charlotte sooner. A chance to change the life she’s lived so right now wouldn’t hurt as bad. Helping Creed build the
She never came out of her room yesterday, not for food, not to catch up on her pack duties. Nothing. When I tried to get into the room and talk to her she wouldn’t say anything, just kept the door locked and the tv up really loud. Don’t get me wrong, I have a key to the door. But the goal is for her to want to talk to me again, and barging into the room where I'm not wanting just might not be the answer. She let Creed in the room long enough to give her food and restock her snacks in the mini fridge. He said she looked awful, her hair is a mess and there’s trash all over the room. It’s been days since she’s left the room and everytime he goes in there to give her food he said it smells like she hasn’t even showered. It breaks my heart to know that she’s broken because of me. My grandma was able to go up and talk to her when they got here but she said I’ve really done a number on her and there&rsquo