Hundred and thirty- nine

It’s been months since the ordeal. Exactly three months since Jake and Jared regained their consciousness and opened their eyes from the coma.

I sighed, watching the ocean crash against the shore in slow, rhythmical movements, enjoying the salty sea breeze.

I had my mating ritual a week ago and currently we are on our honeymoon. I wouldn’t say that life had been easy on us, reaching up to this point, but I was just grateful that finally, I had my moment of peace and love.

When the two of them woke up from their week-long torpor, they were happy, albeit, some of the Lycans took this as a chance to condemn us all. Apparently, the word that the four of us were in a relationship had spread like a wildfire, though we weren’t trying to hide it after the whole event.

There was a huge amount of backlash and even when we explained to them that we were mates and even threw in the Red String of Fate theory to them, most of them ignored it and chose not to believe us. It was at that moment th