Michael
"What do you mean she has a puppet inside the pack house?" I asked Fabian curiously and until now we still haven't figured out what the hell is happening and where the hell is the door right now. I can't even imagine how the door suddenly disappeared and it was replaced with a wall, a fucking wall.
"There must be a witch inside the pack house that is working with our mother. I'm not sure but I think this is what's happening right now." Fabian responded to me and when I heard what he said, Elena–Maddox's mate, automatically came into my mind. It was as if every piece of the puzzle was starting to make sense. I suddenly realized one thing, mother helps Elena in unleashing the curse inside her and maybe it doesn't come free of cost, maybe there is a payment for that help and Elena just didn't tell me.
"That conniving witch. She might succeed casting a spell to hide the door but I don't live for a hundred years to
Michael"No!" I said emphatically to Fabian causing him to look at me with a frown as if he doesn't get what I mean when I said no to him. After a few seconds, it slowly sinks into him and his frown becomes a scoff."Why not? It's completely harmless. I'm just gonna compel her and not suck her blood until she dies." Fabian said to me defending himself and I just rolled my eyes at him. I don't care if what he's about to do is completely harmless or not, I won't let him compel Elena. I mean we just have to ask Elena and I'm sure she will tell the truth and she won't lie to me."I swear if you do something like compelling her or force her to get any information, I'm not helping you anymore," I told him with a serious tone of voice so that he'll know that I'm not joking around but since Fabian was born to annoy me, he just smirks at me and then smiles playfully."So you're helping me now? I wasn't aware of that, broth
Michael"Open this goddamn door, Elena!" Fabian shouted as he continues to knock on the door. I let out a deep breath as I waited for Maadox or Elena to open the door."Fuck! Don't tell me that conniving witch is working again right now. Is she trying to make their room soundproof now?" Fabian asked me and he looks so frustrated as if his life right now depends on Elena. I just shrug my shoulder at him and I always tried to be calm as possible every time Fabian calls our mother a conniving witch. I know that he has a rough past with our mother but the mother that I grow up with is loving and caring so I can't help but somehow feel annoyed that Fabian is calling our mother names that I don't think she deserves."Can you just fucking relax for a second, Fabian," I told him calmly and then I gently pushed him away from the door causing his jaw to tense in annoyance but when he realized what I was going to do he just took a deep
Michael"How d-did you know?" Lincoln asked Elena and he was stammering out of nervousness. There are only three of us in this pack who know that Fabian is a vampire, Lincoln, my mate, and me. Everyone in this pack thinks that Fabian is just a mere human and he's Lincoln's mate."Well, I'm a witch." Elena simply replied and I can't help but gulp because something is telling me that that's not the only thing Elena knows. I'm not sure but I think she also knows that we're brothers."You know too?" I asked Maddox and he just nodded at me."Elena told me but I actually thought she was just bluffing. I didn't believe it until now, this is insane." Maddox replied to me and I agree with him, this is insane."Does anyone outside this pack or any Alpha knows that there's a witch and a vampire in this pack?" Maddox asked me curiously and I could feel the nervousness in the tone of his voice. I can tell that he's
Michael"What a sudden turn of events, eh?" Lincoln said to me and I can smell the sarcasm in the tone of his voice. He force himself to smile but I could still see in his eyes the sadness and frustration when Fabian suddenly disappeared in thin air without saying goodbye."It's gonna be fine, Lincoln. Fabian stormed off because of me and not because of you, I'm so sorry for that." I apologized to him but he just shake his head at me. I walk closer to him and then I embrace him because he looks like he's gonna cry a few moments later."I'm sure he'll be back in a few days, just like what happened before." I tried to comfort him with words but I don't think it was a great help so I just caress his back to somehow brighten his mood."What if this isn't just like b-before?" Lincoln asked me in a somewhat trembling voice and it looks like a lot of worst scenarios were once again playing out in his mind."I
Michael"Why the hell are you holding that?" Fabian asked me with wide eyes and I couldn't help but look at him with furrowed brows when I noticed that he was slowly stepping back away from me as if he was scared with the white oak stake that I'm holding. I know that the white oak stake can temporarily paralyze him or temporarily kill him, I really don't know what's the right term, but the way he looks at me it was as if he's afraid that I'm going to stab him with this white oak stake again."I should be the one asking you who the hell stab you with this white oak stake?" I asked in return instead of answering him but he just rolled his eyes at me."Well, who else do you think would dare stab me with that white oak stake?" Fabian replied to me and at that point, there was only one person that I can think of that would dare do this to him."Mother," I said softly that it was almost a whisper but then since he's a v
Michael"What are you thinking, bro?" I asked Lincoln when I finally found him outside the pack house, it was a little bit dark in this part where he was standing but I could still clearly see what he was doing. Lincoln was busy puffing the cigarettes in his hands and that's when I know that he was under too much stress already because of what we just found out, he really doesn't like smoking. He takes a cigarette or two every time he's under so much stress and pressure because according to him, the cigarettes somehow calm him down and help him feel at ease."I don't know, Michael. I don't know what to think anymore, this is sick. I'm mated to my three vampire brothers." Lincoln responded to me and then smoked his cigarette again."Half-brothers," I corrected him but Lincoln just looked at me with a raised brows as if he can't believe what I just said."Am I supposed to feel better with that?" Lincoln asked me and
FreyaI was beaming happily while carrying my two-year-old son, Ezekiel, who was also beaming happily while watching all the petals of the flowers dancing along with the wind. We were in the flower garden, only the two of us. As each minute passed and I was just standing here in the flower garden I couldn’t help but ask myself where Michael was. For some unknown reason, I don’t remember why Michael is not with us right now. I was casting a Wingardium Leviosa spell that's why the petals are now dancing along with the wind to amuse my child."Ma-ma," my little child uttered. I looked at him with a wide smile on my lips and then I softly kiss his cheek because he's really so cute especially now that he looks so amazed with the spell that I just cast."Yes, darling? Did you miss your daddy already?" I asked him in a gibberish way but my baby just giggled in happiness. A few moments later, I suddenly noticed that Ezekiel was pointing at something and out of curiosity I followed where his h
Freya"What are you thinking, mate?" Michael asked me as he slowly let go from hugging me behind my back. He took the glass I was holding and then put it inside the dishwasher. He then put the pitcher back inside the fridge."Still thinking about the dream?" Michael asked me again and I just nodded at him softly in response. I can't help but think about my dream though, I tried to shake the thoughts off my mind but then those three men in black hoods always haunt my mind, I can't see their faces because they are so blurry in my mind. I don’t even remember what Ezekiel looks like in my dream. The only thing I remember right now is that baby Ezekiel was just calm as he was taken away from me, it looks like he wasn't confused, scared, and afraid that some stranger is holding him and taking him away from me."I'm sure that dream doesn't mean anything, mate," Michael said to me but I just shake my head and then leaned on the kitchen island."I don't know, Michael. It feels so real and at t