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Al's POV
Pain.
That was what I was feeling as I left that kitchen. I didn't even make a sound. I didn't even let them know that I had seen them.
Adrian, my brother and Dr Edward, the man I had secretly loved and admired for years.
I have known Ed ever since I can remember. His son, Cecil, is my friend. Since I met his father, I literally moved into their house. If I was never at home, my parents knew where to find me. I was always around Cecil and we became inseparable.
Seeing his dad made my heart skip a beat and strange sensations ran throughout my body but I was too young to know what was happening to me then. All I knew was that I always wanted to be close to Ed. Thus, I would come up with all kinds of reasons and excuses to be near him.
When I was seventeen, I braved myself to approach him and tell him what I wanted, what I felt. I wanted to be with him. I was mature enough and I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was Professor Edward Green.
I found him on his patio and smiled at him when he looked up at me.
“Albert, how are you? Do you need anything?" He asked me and as I took the seat next to him, I felt naked.
It was as if he had seen through me.
“Where is Cess?” He asked me after a while.
It was getting dark and I had made sure that Cecil had gone out with his baseball friends and that he wouldn't see me talk to his dad.
"He's gone out with Sky and the others," I told him and he finished typing whatever it was he had been typing, stretched and then settled back in his seat.
“What's wrong? You are staring," he asked me and I blushed.
I felt the heat creep up from my neck to my ears and I knew I was turning pink.
“Proff, can we… ahem… can I…” I stuttered, all the words I had prepared having had evaporated and my mind was blank.
He had that effect on me.
"What do you want to say," he asked me and there was a hint of impatience in his voice.
“I… can we be friends proff?” I managed and I looked at anywhere but at him.
“Kid, what about your studies? You are about to sit for your college entrance examinations and as far as I know, you don't perform well in Chemistry. Why don't you concentrate on that first and then we can talk after?" He said and I knew he was shutting me off.
Why did he have to call me ‘kid’? I know he is much older than I am but why did he have to make me feel small?
But if it was a challenge he wanted, then I was up for it.
He wanted me to pass Chemistry and I would. If that was what it would take for me to have him, then I would do it.
From that day, I poured my will and my being into studying and I did everything I could to cram and understand what I could and as I sat for the exams, I had one goal in mind: pass and then confess to Dr. Ed. I wanted him and I was going to have him.
After the exams, I continued going out with Cess but as usual, I would make sure to create opportunities to see his dad. For instance, instead of going out to a friend's house to watch a game, I would suggest his house and as such, I would run across the man who made my heart flutter.
One day, my older brother, Adrian, saw me staring at Dr Edward with butterflies in my eyes.
“What are you doing?" Adrian had asked me.
“I… ahem… nothing," I denied but the trembling in my voice sold me.
“I can see the way you look at him and you should stop. He's much older than you and he's not a good man. Also, what do you think our parents would do if they found out that they have a gay son and that the son is in love with someone of dad's age?” He asked me with a sneer and his look made me feel dirty.
Did he think that I wanted to be gay? Did he think that it was my choice? I know that as a werewolf, being gay is looked upon and it didn't help that my dad was a beta and I am supposed, no, I am expected to be as strong as him. Being gay therefore is a weakness and gay werewolves are looked down upon.
But I didn't and still don't care whether I am gay or not. All I knew was that I loved Ed and I wanted to be with him. I wanted to feel his touch on my skin and….
“How do you know he's a bad person?" I asked Adrian who was looking at me as if I was the scum of the earth.
"So, you don't deny that you are in love with him?" He asked me and I scoffed.
I was a grown man now and I didn't fear Adrian anymore.
“Why would I deny it?" I asked.
“Just stay away from him if you don't want to regret," he said and it sounded like a threat but I didn't care.
I walked away and went to my computer to see if the college entrance examination results were out and how I had performed.
I was a nervous wreck as I booted the machine because this would determine if I got to be with Ed or not.
I had passed!
Thank you!
And now, it was time and I started planning.
I wasn't planning a grand confession or anything elaborate, all I wanted was to ask him to give me a chance. All I wanted was for him to get to know me and see that I genuinely cared and loved him.
His wife was dead and I didn't see the reason why we shouldn't be together.
I bought flowers, bought a new shirt, and used almost half of my savings to book a table for two in a five star hotel in the human world.
I knew he would love it and again, I chose an evening when I knew that Cess was out with Sky.
I parked my Jeep on the driveway and took the bouquet from the passenger seat and made sure that my clothes were okay and then walked towards the main house.
I was literally bouncing because I had aced all my papers and now, he didn't have any reason to refuse me.
I didn't knock because this was literally my second home and so, I let myself in.
When I entered, I smelled them almost immediately. Adrian and Dr Edward.
I had grown with Adrian sharing a bathroom and would know his scent even from a mile away and I knew Dr Edward inside out.
I walked towards the kitchen and I wasn't secretive about it and I froze in the doorway and it was clear why they hadn't heard me.
There, at the kitchen counter, sat Adrian with Ed between his legs and they were kissing and their clothes were tussled.
Ed's shirt was untacked and it was a rare sight to see him dishevelled like that.
My heart stopped and I felt as if life was being squeezed out of me.
Adrian, my brother, and the man I loved.
Adrian, the man who had told me that Dr Ed was a bad man.
I didn't know how I turned, or how the bouquet fell or how I got to the jeep and fired it.
I took my phone and dialled Cecil and opted for a voicemail. I didn't trust myself with a voice call.
“Hey man? I've got to skip town.
Will call you sometime.”
And with that, I started driving.
Where was I going?
I had no idea.
All I knew is
that I had to leave. I had to go as far as I could from here.
Albert stood in place and then let go of Edward's hand that he had been holding.“You… you… how…?” Adrian tried speaking but no words could come out and Albert just stood there looking at his brother. His face was so calm that it was giving Adrian jitters.Not able to withstand the pressure anymore, Adrian made as if to run away as he held the baby tightly in his embrace.Albert moved with a speed and grace that made the air shimmer, his golden eyes locked onto Adrian and held him in place. Behind him, Edward, pale and hair now white again from the ordeal, steadied himself, but his gaze was sharp and unwavering. Both were alive, focused, and radiating a power that Adrian could feel in his bones.He stumbled backward, still clutching the swaddled baby, his mind scrambling to comprehend the impossible. How had they found him? How had they anticipated his every move? How had Albert survived because Adrian could swear that he had killed Albert? The forest air felt heavy, almost electric,
Bibi Kamwe’s footsteps were silent over the cracked pavement, the soft crunch of debris beneath her boots drowned by the distant hum of the forest they had left behind. She had buried Albert and made sure to cast several wards so that no one would ever find his grave.In her arms, she carried a small bundle, one of the two babies she had taken from the chaos earlier, swaddled tight against her chest and a backpack containing the placenta and the umbilical cords. Beside her, Adrian… or Aiden, as he liked being called, moved with measured grace, eyes sharp and calculating. He was halfway through his plan and all that remained was to show up before Edward, beaten and half dead, crying and telling him how he was able to save one baby from Bibi Kamwe who had taken Albert. He was sure that Edward didn't know that Albert was carrying twins.He wasn't worried because the two of them, Adrian and Bibi Kamwe, had survived chaos that would have broken most. They had outmaneuvered enemies, evaded
AlbertI woke to silence so complete that it felt like sound had been stripped from the world.For a long moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. The forest breathed around me, no, with me, and I felt it the way one feels their own pulse. Slow. Deep. Ancient.My body lay on a bed of crushed leaves and darkened soil. The air smelled of iron and rain and moonlight. Blood streaked my arms, my chest, my thighs, too much blood, dried and fresh all at once, but when I lifted my hand, there was no pain. No ache. No weakness.I sat up slowly, half-expecting the familiar dizziness, the echo of wounds reopening, the reminder that I was still breakable but it never came. I guess the blood I lost when Aiden ripped me open was returned to me.My skin was unmarked beneath the blood. Not a scratch. Not even tenderness. I pressed my fingers into my ribs, my stomach, my throat, nothing. Perfect. Whole.Alive in a way I had never been before. My breath caught.The last time I had felt like this, I had
EdwardThe bond did not fade gently. It snapped.Not cleanly, such things are never clean, but like sinew torn from bone, like something alive screaming as it was wrenched apart. I staggered mid-step and gasped as I held my chest.Air left my lungs in a violent ush, my knees buckling as if the earth itself had struck me. One moment Albert had been there, faint and distant, but present, and the next there was nothing. No warmth. No pull. No answering echo to my heartbeat.Just silence.“No,” I whispered, the word scraping raw from my throat.The world tilted. My vision blurred, not from injury, not from exhaustion, but from a terror so sudden and complete that it hollowed me out. I clutched at my chest like I could physically grab the bond, like I could hold it in place if I pressed hard enough.Nothing answered. All was silent.I had known pain all my life. I had known wounds that split flesh and shattered bone. I had known the agony of loss.But this… this was worse. This was losing
AlbertDeath is not darkness. That was the first lie I had believed.Darkness implies absence. To me, it was like an empty room, a door closed, a world gone quiet. But what claimed me was not absence. It was pressure. A vast, crushing stillness that pressed against me from every direction, as if the universe itself had leaned in close and whispered, Enough.I did not fall into it. No. I was taken. I was forced into it.There was no pain at first. Pain requires nerves, breath, a body still arguing with life. I had none of those. I was awareness stripped bare, floating in a place where time did not move forward or backward. It only waited. And in that waiting, I felt them.Not voices.Not faces.Presences and it made my unconscious self jolt.They were two small lights, fragile and impossibly bright, brushing past me like moth wings against my soul. My babies. They did not cry. They did not reach. They only paused. I felt them linger at the edge of me, as if curious, as if reluctant to
Albert“Albert, decide. For the sake of our familial ties, I don't want to hurt you. But if you continue being stubborn, you will force my hand,” Aiden said as if he was a saint.I looked up at him and despite the pain I was in, I chuckled.“Familial ties? Did you think about familial ties when you kidnapped me, brother? Did you think about familial ties when you colluded with this witch to kill me? Do mom and dad know what you did to me? Do they know what you are doing to me now? So, Aiden, if you want to kill me, go ahead but don't think that you and I are family. We ceased to be a long time ago and the fact that I didn't tell mom about what you did to me wasn't because I love you. It was because I love her and I would hate to see her get hurt,” I said and as I finished saying that, another contraction hit.This one was so intense that I stretched my body on the floor and writhed in pain as I felt my pelvic tear.“Mama, we can't hold on anymore," I heard a voice tell me but when I s