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DAYS AFTER….
I could walk now, and my stomach has been stitched, but one thing that still amazes me is why I still can't talk. I didn’t see much of Alpha Lucian, and I guessed he must still be mad about what I did, so I didn't bother asking for him. A nurse was assigned to take care of me and it was through her that I learnt that I was a Vampire… like a motherfuckin vampire, the creature that I hate the most. It’s a shock I couldn't cope with immediately, but to whom do I tell? Or what do I do? I just have to accept it. The pain of Mike’s cruelty hasn’t faded, but it gave me more energy to want to survive. The nurse said it’s strange that I didn't heal like other vampires even after unlocking the trait in me by sucking a werewolf's blood at first hunger as they called it. But I didn't want to know, so far I survived…Survive with whatever means and go back to the Rave pack to pay Mike and Sheila back tenfold. I sat before the mirror and stared at my face, and a tear slipped down my face. My pretty face now looked so scary that I almost felt like a stranger to myself. But I clenched my fists, “I will survive this no matter what” The nurse came in later, “Miss, get ready to be discharged. The Alpha says you should be taken to the palace” I nodded. Now that I’m well again, I know Alpha Lucian won’t want to keep me again. Werewolves and Vampires are enemies by nature, which Alpha in his right mind will keep me? The nurse gave me a cloth to change into, and then with a Limo, I was taken to the Umbra pack palace. In comparison to the Rave pack, everything here is different and very beautiful. But of what use is a beautiful palace now? The guide and I passed the large throne room, and I wondered where I was being taken, but I couldn't ask. Just as we’re about to cross the bridge that leads to another wing, my eyes caught the TV screen from another room, and I stopped. On the screen, was him…. Mike Ferdinez, my ex-husband. I staggered back, as if I was seeing the real him, but another person joined him on the screen, and they both smiled happily while flashing the peace out sign to everyone. “Dr Mike Ferdinez of Rave pack has finally shown the world his fiancéee, who happens to be a nurse under him, Nurse Sheila Banks, and….” I looked away expressionlessly. I didn't feel anything — I don’t want to feel anything. Except Sheila, no one knew me to be his wife anyway, so showing off Sheila as his hidden partner definitely made good news headlines. My guide looked at me critically for a while, as he asked, “Are you okay?”I nod with a curt smile and we continue.
~ The old man banged the table for the umpteenth time, “Are you mute from birth?” “Where are you from?” “Are you aware you’re a vampire before Alpha Lucian picked you up?” I just listened as he ranted on and on. I had thought I was being taken to see Alpha Lucian, but instead, I was brought before this man. I wanted to ask why I’m being interrogated but his temper didn’t give me a chance to ask for a pen. My head hung limply, eyes closed, exhausted. “Talking to her is useless. I guess she was mute from birth” the other man standing there tells him. “Fine. Since you can’t talk, let’s wait and see what awaits you” His dark eyes locked on mine, scanning me to see if I was lying or really dumb. He drew a dagger, yanked my hair back, exposing my neck, as if ready to slit my throat. “This is the test we give to hardened criminals who don’t want to speak up. Alpha Lucian said you’re injured and given all the resources you’ve wasted at the hospital, your voice should have returned” “Alpha, you’ll kill her,” the other man yelled, but the old Alpha sneered, “I have to test her! Alpha Lucian will kill us both if she turns out to be a con” He placed the dagger to my throat, I gulped hard, anticipating the pain, but I’m sure that I won’t be killed. Alpha Lucian won’t keep me all this time only to kill me now. “Why are your wounds not healing. Aren’t you a full vampire?” The other man, who seems to be more gentle, asked, and I shook my head in negative affirmation. I don’t know anything about the quick transition in my life. But I’m not anxious to know that now. The old man pulled my hair again, “What vampire clan are you from? Why are you….” The sound of the door opening stopped him and he dropped my hair unceremoniously. “Maidservant Bella, what brings you here?” His inquisitive voice turns submissive. Curious, I turned my head in the direction of the door, and there was a robust woman, dressed like a maid indeed, but who looked very classy and elegant. “Alpha Clyde, what are you doing to the girl?” She quips. Her cold grey eyes flash towards me, and I lower my gaze. “Alpha Lucian says I must get her talk and….” “Get her talk!” She cuts in sharply. “He says to get her talk and not to kill her” “Maidservant Bella, can we discuss this outside? You don’t have to disgrace me, and besides, she—” The woman stops his word with her hand raised. “I understand. So did she talk?” “No. She’s mute,” Alpha Clyde says, and the woman freezes for a while before advancing toward me. She pats my shoulder gently before asking, “What’s your name dear?” I open my mouth to form a word but I fail at that attempt then she smiles as she pats me again, “Don’t overexert yourself” Then she faces Alpha Clyde, “Get me a pen and paper” “Oh oh yes” Alpha Clyde leaves the room and come back a second later with a pen and paper. “Write your name, my dear,” she asks with a broad smile, and I gently lift my hand and grab the pen. It took me a while before I could finally scrabble the word ‘EVE’ down “Wow,” she giggles, “Eve. Your name is so pretty" I manage a smile before she bang the table hard, almost sending me to the ground with the amount of adrenaline that rush to my veins. I looked at her with trembling eyes, wishing I could ask why the sudden change of attitude. Then with a smile that doesn’t reach her face, she spoke, “Nothing goes for nothing here, Eve. You have to repay the pack for everything we did to keep you alive and not kill you as other packs do to a Vampire” Tears burn my eyes, and I instantly understand that this is right. They can’t just take care of me for free and let me go scot free. I tremble under her scrutiny as I manage to grab the pen again and scrabble “I’ll do anything” Yes. Anything so far I can survive and get answers to my questions. She chuckles, “Good decision babes. Can you do any household chores?” I instantly nod. “Good” She faced Alpha Clyde again, “She’s an easy girl, why are you interrogating her like she was a criminal?” “Maidservant Bella, you won’t tell the Alpha right?” His voice starts to tremble even though it feels like they were joking. The woman raised her eyebrows gingerly, “Time will tell” “Come with me,” she gestured to me before leaving the room, and I follow after her.CHAPTER 89ADAMThree months after Eve came back, we had our first real fight.Not about her being reckless. Not about the trauma. Not about any of the obvious things.About dishes."You left them in the sink again," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "I asked you to put them in the dishwasher.""I was having a panic attack. Dishes weren't my priority.""You've had three panic attacks today. At some point, dishes need to happen."Eve's eyes flashed. "Are you seriously criticizing me for not doing dishes while I'm struggling with PTSD?""I'm not criticizing. I'm asking you to follow through on basic household tasks.""Basic household tasks feel impossible when I'm fighting to stay grounded in reality!""Then tell me that! Don't just leave things half-done and expect me to read your mind!""I shouldn't have to explain every single time that I'm barely functional! You know I'm struggling!"We were both yelling now. The girls hovering in the doorway, uncertain.I forced myself to stop
EVE The nightmares came back worse than before. Not just mine. Adam's too. We'd wake up at three AM, both of us gasping, reaching for weapons that weren't there. "The factory again?" he'd ask. "The factory. You?" "Same." We'd lie awake together after that. Too wired to sleep. Too exhausted to do anything productive. Dr. Reeves said it was PTSD. Recommended medication. More frequent therapy sessions. Time to process the trauma. "You killed someone," she told me during one session. "Not in immediate self defense. Not in the heat of battle. You made a choice to end a life. That's different from other violence you've experienced. Your brain is trying to reconcile the person you think you are with the person who could do that." "I don't regret it. She was evil. She deserved to die." "Believing something is right doesn't mean it doesn't affect you. You can know intellectually that you made the correct choice while still struggling emotionally with having made it." Dr. Reeves made
EVE Leaving the Void was harder than entering it. We packed up everything we could carry, which wasn't much. Lucia's blankets, some food, the supplies the witches had given us. Adam dismantled the makeshift crib carefully, like he was hoping we might come back someday. "Ready?" Circe asked, standing by the door with her pack. I looked around the cabin one last time. Two weeks. Just two weeks of peace and normalcy. It didn't seem like enough. "As ready as I'll ever be," I said, adjusting Lucia in the carrier strapped to my chest. We walked back through the forest toward where we'd entered. The journey took longer this time because we kept stopping to rest. Lucia was heavier now, and I wasn't used to carrying her for long distances. "There," Adam said, pointing ahead. "That's the oak tree. The boundary." We stood there for a moment, none of us moving. "Last chance to turn back," Circe said. "No," Adam said firmly. "We made a decision. We stick to it." We crossed the boundary
EVE Madam Bella cornered me three weeks after we returned to Umbra Pack. "We need to talk," she said, blocking the doorway to Lucia's nursery. "About what?" I was holding a bottle, prepared to feed Lucia on schedule. Six ounces every four hours. The routine was efficient. "About you. About what's happening to this family." Bella crossed her arms. "Adam is falling apart. He barely sleeps. Barely eats. Just watches you like he's waiting for someone who isn't coming back." "That's an accurate assessment. The person he's waiting for no longer exists." "Stop that. Stop talking like you're some kind of robot." Bella's voice rose. "You're still Eve. Still a mother. Still a wife. You're just hurt." "I'm not hurt. I'm empty. There's a difference." I tried to move past her but she didn't budge. "Please move. Lucia needs to eat in three minutes." "Lucia needs her mother. Not a feeding schedule." Bella grabbed my shoulders. "Look at me. Really look at me." I met her eyes. Registered conc
CHAPTER 56 ADAM Sanctuary looked like a prison. High walls. Armed guards. Magical barriers so thick I could feel them pressing against my skin from a hundred yards away. "This is where you bring people to help them?" I said as we pulled through the gates. "This is where we bring people too dangerous to exist in normal society," Dr. Cross said bluntly. "But also yes, where we help them. The two aren't mutually exclusive." The vehicle stopped in front of a massive concrete building. No windows on the first three floors. Everything designed to contain, not comfort. "I don't like this," Circe muttered. "None of us do. But we're here now." Eve held Lucia closer. Our daughter hadn't moved or made a sound the entire drive. Just stared with those dead eyes. Inside, the facility was sterile. White walls, white floors, the smell of antiseptic and magic. Guards everywhere. Cameras in every corner. "Room 347," Dr. Cross told the intake guard. "Family suite. They stay together." "The ch
CHAPTER 87LUCIAMama was different now.Not bad different. Just different.She jumped at loud noises. Checked exits whenever we entered a room. Couldn't sleep in their actual bedroom because the ceiling made her panic.I understood. Kind of. She'd been buried alive for three weeks. That would make anyone scared of small spaces and heavy things.But it was still weird seeing Mama scared of anything.She'd always been the brave one. The healer who ran toward danger. The one who protected everyone else.Now she needed protecting sometimes. Needed reminding she was safe. Needed help when the panic attacks came.Sophie handled it better than me. She was good at being gentle. At saying the right comforting things.I wasn't good at that. I was good at being direct and honest and sometimes too blunt.Like when Mama had a panic attack during breakfast and I said, "You're breathing too fast. That's not efficient oxygen intake. You need to slow down."Papa gave me a look. "Lucia, that's not hel







