Forrest became confused by the question asked. “What are you talking about?”“Let me rephrase the question. Did she say anything to you at all while she was panicking earlier? Or make any sort of sound at all?” Raymond asked again.“Do you hear yourself? Of course she-” Forrest stopped right then, thinking back to earlier. As he thought about it, forget not talking to him, Christen didn’t make a single sound at all when she struggled out of his hold. Rather, she barely said a word throughout it all. Breathing and grunting aside, she didn’t make any other sound than those. Heck, he wasn’t sure if she was even grunting at the time. She just barely made a sound.The only time she did speak, though, was when Christian came in and jumped into her arms in a hug. Even then, though, her voice sounded hoarse.“We didn’t see any bruise on her neck, much less a scar of any kind. But it is possible that she went through a great deal of hurt there. So much so, she lost the ability to speak,” Raym
Christen was at peace, as she usually would feel when with her child. He who was on her bedside, introducing a doggie plush toy.“Isn’t he cool? Uncle Forrest and Auntie Kiara got him for me,” he said. “I don’t know what to name him yet, though. Maybe we can name him together?”The small smile she had on her face softened at the question asked. “Of course, Christian.”The two of them had been playing plenty of games for a while now, even during the small examination Raymond was giving her earlier. She knew it was rude for her attention to be on something else when he had been asking her some questions, but she couldn’t help it. She was in an unfamiliar area- supposedly a hospital room- with a person who was nothing more than a stranger to her. Not only that but… he’s a male. Doctor or not, she has had enough men to deal with to last a life time. Besides, just because he was a doctor did not mean he was someone to be trusted. If anything, it made her even more tense around him. Doctors
As he left the hospital, Forrest couldn’t help thinking about the expression Christen had. How she kept her son close to her earlier. The look she had at the time? He managed to play it off to Christian earlier in claiming that she was pouting, but if he didn’t know any better… She looked really sad. Afraid, even. And he had a good idea of what.‘Given how she had acted earlier, she must have thought I was going to keep Christian away from her after this visit,’ he assumed.It had to be that. It was clear how much Christen loved her son, despite the fact that he was also son of either Damien or whichever one of the bastard customers had tortured her so. Raymond also said that she was more comfortable being around Christian, speaking to him, over the doctor. Even if the doctor may just be assuming things, he may have been right. ‘But why?’ he had wondered then. ‘Why would she cherish Christian that much if he was forced onto her?’If she had become so scarred and frightened from her t
The ride to his house had been silent for Forrest. He who was still trying to wrap his head around what Franklin revealed to him. Ridiculous as it was that the doctor chose to tell him it by a text message of all things.’So the boy is actually a werewolf. And half werewolf, no less,’ he thought, glancing at the kid who was looking out the window. ‘No matter how I think about it, his father has to be Damien. There is no way there could be any other werewolf who became so low as to go to a place like that and have their way with other females.’Only a disgrace of a werewolf, a werewolf who has no self-respect, or the worst of rogue werewolves would have anything to do with a place like Damien’s business. As far as Forrest knew, there were very few werewolves who would stoop that low. As owner of that very establishment, the possibility that Damien was the father remained. A possibility so high, Forrest tightened his grip on the steering wheel even more.“And he thinks he’s worthy of be
"I see. So that’s the story,” Keenan sighed, having been told everything from Forrest and Kiara about Christian’s background, as he took a sip of some tea.The three were in the dining room, talking about Christian’s situation while the boy was being occupied by Forrest’s servants. Dinner had long since ended. As they ate earlier, both Forrest and Kiara had a hard time telling Keenan about the boy. Not because they didn’t know how he would take it, as it was more out of concern for the child. Forrest informed his mate of the results Franklin had sent, hoping she would tell her father ahead of time about the boy so they would have this discussion at a better time with a better atmosphere. He did not think he would return to have to explain everything to his former Alpha with his mate.Thankfully for them, as it would turn out, Keenan had a soft side towards kids. A side that was foreign to Forrest, who always remembered Keenan as a stern Alpha wolf to his pack members, even the pups. H
Christen did not sleep well at all last night. Not one bit. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she was able to sleep well. Not even with Christian by her side was she able to sleep well. All she had ever dreamt about were nightmares about two things. Rather, three.One was a nightmare of many people in her life blaming and ridiculing her for many things, pushing her around and treating her like a slave. Her family were especially the ones responsible for all the pain and pressure placed onto her. Worst part, she couldn’t say anything back to any of them.The second nightmare was none other than the many ‘costumers’ having their way with her body. Of course, she didn’t want to have anything to do with them. In fact, she tried running from them in those nightmares. Sadly, it ended with her getting caught by them and either be used for their sexual desires, or be tortured in the most painful way possible, as punishment for trying to run from them. Whichever the case, it was ne
How much must her life suck for this to happen? Rather, how much does life hate her? She may have become depressed to the point that she wanted to die, but she did not want her last sight in this world to be them of all people. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve gone and caused us?!” her mother demanded, marching over to her bedside. “After all these years of silence, give me one good reason why we just now hear that you have been in the hospital this whole time!” her father also demanded. ‘They heard of me being here?’ Christen mentally repeated in question, before coming to realize how they found out about her being here. ‘Oh, that’s right. The police…’ After Christian and Forrest’s visit yesterday, a couple of cops came by her room and asked her some questions. She didn’t know exactly what they were asking her about, since she didn’t really pay much attention. Rather, she wanted to have nothing to do with them. Cops they may be, to her, that didn’t really make them so
"Master Forrest. Are you sure you need these evidence now?" a werewolf asked, walking behind Forrest with a briefcase in hand, as they walked down the halls in the hospital to Christen's room. "With all due respect, I don't think it is wise to interrogate anyone in a hospital.""Tell that to those two humans who decided it would be fine to storm in here and make demands for a patient, Leonard," Forrest retorted.A little earlier, he had received a telepathic message from a werewolf working at a police station about how one of the officers made a call to Christen's parents about her awakening and whereabouts. A message that sent a suspicious feeling down the Beta's spine, causing him to take immediate actions. Thankfully, he has already taken proper actions and prepared evidence to at least provide the truth behind the McGuire's downfall. Evidence that left him unamused, as it undoubtedly will to anyone else. Especially court.Soon enough, they were nearing their destination, where the