So we know some of the who. His housekeeper, the first he turned down, and an old woman. But we don't know the how and especially the why.
What exactly did I do in this life or a past life that was so terrible that I needed to have this shit happen? Yes, I slept with women that aren’t my mate. Plenty of people have, but an argument could be made that the pregnancy scare with Lia was to teach me a lesson in continuing to sleep around. Fine. Lesson learned: I will have PTSD for the rest of my life. Sure, I can medicate and go to therapy as necessary to mitigate and control my attacks, but there isn’t exactly a cure for PTSD. I do not need crazy ass bitches drugging me or whatever they were doing. I was livid as I watched the footage of Anastasia helping Domitilla and the old woman I didn’t recognize get into my home. In the years that I’ve been Beta, I’ve never had an issue with Anastasia. She was part of the housekeeping staff at the pack house, and after, Nicolao was next in charge of the staff. I’ve never had an issue with her before. Now… now we have a BIG fucking problem with her. I don’t know why she was helping Do
I am not generally quick to anger and certainly not first to violence. It’s never been my nature. That has always been Persephone’s wheelhouse. I’m the one that wants to think calmly about things and find a way to move forward without violence. However, since I awakened Helia, there have been moments when I’ve felt the need to act in violence. But even then, I want to resolve things without bloodshed. That is not the case now. Call it the mate bond. Call it pregnancy hormones. I don’t care. All I know is that I’ve been seeing red since Alexander said he’d possibly been kept drugged. And now that he’s told me his housekeeper, her DAUGHTER, and some old woman were behind all this, I could feel my blood pressure spiking, and I’m sure it was through the roof when he said they are related to Lia. Can we not be rid of that woman? First, she sets Ivan up to remain on house arrest and blames Alexander. Then she falsely claims to be pregnant with Alexander’s baby. She threatens to make me sta
While I was relieved that Delilah hadn’t hurt herself when the window broke, the fact her powers could get so out of control was worrying. Her abilities, to some, may be seen as passive, something that couldn’t cause damage. Those people are ignorant of the power of plants. Sure, flowers can be beautiful, but they can also have thorns and be poisonous. Valter learned the power of plants when he had to spend a party mummified in vines. I’m sure under normal circumstances, Delilah isn’t the type who would use her power offensively. Okay, so I shouldn’t say I’m sure, as she’s proven that there have been some drastic changes in her personality in the years we didn’t talk. But that’s beside the point. She’s still, at her core, a good person. So, I believe it’s a combination of pregnancy hormones, especially as at least one set of twins is of Alpha blood and the mate bond that has made her control unstable. I know she doesn’t want to be in the dark about stuff, but if this is how she re
I wished I was going to get Lia, but I felt better knowing Amelia would be dealing with her. Amelia won’t be gentle with her after the trouble she caused Ivan. It’s probably wrong of me, but I hope she gives Amelia trouble so that she has cause to use excessive force. Though then, a thought hit me, and I felt terrible. I don’t even know what happened to her child. I only know it was not Alexander’s. Did she keep it? Did she give it away? I feel terrible saying it, but I was never told if she had a boy or a girl. Not that I cared to know that information back then. Now, however, I’m worried for that child. They never asked for this, yet suffers for Lai’s crimes. Will her child be there when they come to take her away? Who will take care of them? What will become of the child if it’s found Lia had something to do with this recent attack against Alexander? What kind of life did this child have if she kept them? What would she have told the child about their parentage? I’d been lost in
It’s like every time I think I might be able to manage to keep it together around Delilah, the universe, as Americans say, says, ‘Hold my beer’ and finds a new way to screw with me. Given what I had seen on the security footage, I'd been holding it together well. I’d even been hopeful that while I may still need time to handle in-person interactions with Delilah, we could at least talk on the phone as we used to, or somewhat like we used to. Then it all came crashing down. Delilah brought up Cesare, and it was like the rug was yanked out from under me, and I fell into the abyss of darkness. I know Delilah didn’t bring him up intentionally. From how she phrased the question, she not only doesn’t know that Lia had a boy, but she doesn’t know if Lia kept him. On the latter, we are in the same boat. After Cesare was born and I knew he couldn’t be mine, I didn’t want to know anything. I let André handle everything after that. He was the go-between and only told me what he thought was most
I growled in annoyance as I looked at the clock again. They are late. Zia Anastasia and her twit daughter were supposed to be here by now. They should have been here three days ago if you ask me. Bisnonna Ersilia had a good reason not to show up till today, but she at least showed up on time. Zia Anastasia and, most likely, that twit Domitilla are wasting time, and their stupidity will get us all in trouble. This whole plot was thrown together quickly due to Alexander’s early return from his trip. After I failed, or rather after that stupid clinic failed, to ensure I conceived Alexander’s son, we didn’t think we’d get this chance again till December next year. And now that he has found his mate, or at least it is suspected he met her, we won’t get another chance. Bisonna Ersilia clearly said we will never succeed once he completes the mate bond. I’m still pissed that he found her, and worse, it’s that little bitch Delilah Fayte. I never liked their ‘friendship.’ I had hoped I’d gotte
I worried about how he’d react to me kissing him. I didn’t want to be someone that violated his boundaries like that. And while Lucius had kissed back, it wasn’t the same. I had been ready to give up, assuming a kiss wasn’t enough to shock Alexander from his PTSD episode. Then to my surprise and delight, the kiss changed, and I knew it was Alexander kissing me. It was perfect, especially when he pulled me closer. I didn’t want it to end, but karma is a thing. So when André burst in with everyone, I could only blame karma. Persephone received karma for all the times she interrupted Crista and Alec. And now I’m getting karma because I was the one that gave Persephone karma. Or maybe it’s also Alexander’s karma. I’m not sure. I know I was annoyed that we got interrupted. I didn’t have to say anything because Isadora did enough on our behalf. Which was good because I was too embarrassed at them walking in on me in Alexander’s lap. Of course, my embarrassment quickly faded when we were in
The level of stress I’ve been under in just a handful of days is too much. Or at least it feels that way. Sometimes it feels like people expect me to ‘man up,’ which is such a bullshit line. Some of the strongest, physically and mentally, people I know are women. So, it’s bullshit that because I’m a guy, it’s somehow expected that I can and should suck it up and get over shit. My mind is still processing that Delilah is my mate and figuring out how to be in a relationship with someone whose current condition triggers my trauma. And before I can even work through that, I get more shit thrown at me. I get drugged and violated by my housekeeper, her daughter, and some old woman I don’t know, and like the rotten cherry on this shit sundae, it may all involve the source of my issues. The only positive thing that has happened was that rant felt like I got a lot off my chest. And the hug helped, as pathetic as that may sound. I already said I missed her hugs and that Delilah gives great hug