*** Helen *** I am terrified. I am travelling in a vehicle with a sack over my head and my hands and feet are bound. I can hear voices but I do not recognise them. My head hurts where they banged it, although I think this was done by accident. I heard one of them remind the others that I was to be delivered alive and well and unharmed. Delivered where? And where was Summer? Who was looking after my little girl? Am I about to meet my maker? If it was just me in this world, I could cope with dying, that would be okay. But I am all Summer has, I have to look after my little girl, I need to get free and get back to being her mummy. Nothing else matters. After what feels like hours, the vehicle comes to a stop and my capturer starts to lift me again. I can hear voices whispering. “Are you sure this is the right one, Aivi? She is so small, how can she be his match?” “Shush, you big idiot, you just said my name. and yes, this is definitely the right woman, I saw her myself.” I start t
*** Alan ***Helen is taking the piss big time. After I finish fucking Mel, I head for a shower and start to change into my shirt and suit. Now I know Halle Morales has some goons looking out for me in town, I am having to go out of town to go to the casino.Mel brings me the shirt she had ironed for me and as I put my arms into the sleeves, my phone starts to ring. It is an unknown number.“Hello, is that Mr Jefferson? This is Sunny Days Daycare. Helen hasn’t come to collect Summer and she is not answering her calls, could you please come and collect her? We closed over an hour ago and it’s not like Helen to be late.”Am I hearing right? “Erm, no, I can’t. Why are you calling me?” I ask incredulously.The line goes quiet. “I am sorry, Mr Jefferson, this is Summer's father, right?”“No. No it's not, so I suggest you call Helen back and tell her she looks after her kid or she can go to child services. Do not phone this number again. That kid has nothing to do with me.” I cut the call
*** Summer *** Oooo, it smells good, like strawberries and pancakes. But the lady keeps looking at me and smiling and I do not want to smile yet. I miss my mummy; my mummy smiles a lot and sings songs, and we have fun. I miss my dollies and my teddy bears but mostly I miss mummy. My jammies are all wrong and my bed was too big and there is no light. Mummy always leaves a light for me so the monsters cannot get me, but the lady says, “Shush and time for sleeps.” She didn’t do story time either. The lady puts the pancake in front of me, but she doesn't cut it like mummy does. “Don’t cry sweetheart, we are going to take good care of you.” “I want my mummy”. *** Manzitti *** As I try to approach Helen, she backs up away from me as much as the cuffs allow her. She looks badly beaten and my heart feels hollow at the sight of her injuries. How will I ever get her to agree to be mine now? She will never want to see me again after this and I do not blame her. "I just want to release yo
*** Ivan ***Alpha orders us all out of the cells and I feel so bad for him. His mate will never trust any of us now. I know Manzitti, this will be fucking killing him. He would have tried to be patient with his tiny mate and, as much as it would have tormented him, he would have taken it slow for her. Now he has met her and felt the bond, like I have, he would have done whatever it took to win her over.He would have wanted to get to know Helen and allow her time to get to know him but Gamma Aivi has fucked that up royally. And the sacred trust and relationship between Luna and Gamma will never be there now; well, not while he is still Gamma. Both myself and Manzitti told the elders Aivi was not ready but because his father had been the Gamma and had died in service, they had been insistent that he take his father’s place. Now look at what that sentimentality has caused.“Slayne, I am just going to change my clothes so I am ready if Manzitti needs me.” She smiles at me, and my heartb
*** Helen ***I am kind of hurt that Manzitti did not at least attempt to peek at me while I was in the shower. I faced him the entire time just in case he did, and he never once moved and as time went by, I started to feel more and more self-conscious. Maybe the mate thing doesn’t necessarily mean he is attracted to me sexually? I was sure I had seen desire in his eyes, and yet it’s been so long that I doubt myself now, I have obviously got it wrong. He doesn’t fancy me.I was scared of him leaving in case another wolf-man came in. They are so big and strong, yet they look completely human. My options were pretty clear to me. I could get showered and dressed alone and in fear, or I could ask Manzitti to stand guard with his back to me and not be afraid.I suppose I have to be honest and admit… I did want him to want to look at me. I feel the connection between us, and I can’t explain it, it's unlike anything I have ever experienced before. My body is by no means anything to write hom
“Hey, don’t cry. Shortie, I promise I will help you find your daughter.” Manzitti’s voice brings me out of my tormented reminiscing. I have wasted so much time trying to change Alan, trying to be something I am not to make him happy. I am done.Before I realise it, Manzitti’s big, strong arms are around me, and the physical contact brings more tears to my eyes. My little Summer, my little ray of sunshine, I hope she is safe wherever she is. I need her back with me, I cannot bear not knowing where she is and if she is safe and cared for.It feels so good to be in Manzitti’s arms, to be held like I mean something to him. I have so many questions about who he is, what he is and what I am to him. I will be completely transparent and honest: I do feel a connection to him, and if I am going to end my marriage properly maybe this is something I would be willing to consider in the future. Although the thought of being intimate with another man and him judging my performance too scares the liv
*** Melanie ***This is the first time I have ever been to Alan and Helen’s house, and I am both in awe and jealous at the same time. They live in a quiet cul-de-sac in a private estate. Their house is modest but immaculately kept. It is decorated tastefully and with pride.Apart from one photo of Helen and Alan together, there is no evidence of Alan belonging here. The photographs of Summer are numerous and it’s the first time I have seen the daughter of my lover. She is cute, although there is hardly any of Alan in her, she favours her mother in looks.I feel inadequate as I look around. My rented home is nothing in comparison to this place, why on earth would Alan want to leave this comfortable and beautiful home with his wife and daughter to come and live with me?Then it hits me all at once: it’s because he loves me! He has never ever said it to me even when I have asked him, he’s replied yes but he’s never said the words. But now I understand, he must really, really love me and
Seven years ago, he said he was almost finished with her. Only a couple of months later he broke my heart into a thousand pieces when he announced to everyone that he and Helen had eloped, and he had popped her cherry. He announced it in the bar in front of everyone giving me no heads up or inclination of what was happening. Alan told us all he and his gorgeous wife were off to start a new life in Germany. He didn’t even make eye contact with me, he just acted like I didn’t exist or matter. He just sat there pulling Helen all over him, pawing at her and bragging about her.Later that same night he came into my bedroom through the window, and we made love for the last time. I didn’t know it was going to be the last time but he basically called it a leaving present afterwards. I wasn’t sure if that was for me or him.I point out the small photograph of him and Helen on their wedding day and Alan scowls at me. “Not now, Mel, for fucks sake,” he snarls at me before placing the photograph