Fenris was shocked enough with everything he had found out that involved Christen. The way she so nonchalantly accused him of being like the other guys who toyed her really took the cake. “I would never play you like they did!” he exclaimed.Christen was unfazed by the shout, though, as she shook her head. “Of course you wouldn’t. You’re not human like my customers are; maybe you have a different preference in games, too. And now that you’re married, maybe this game you’re playing is one that your wife would be okay with. So long as it ends with my blood being spilled or something.”Shell shocked, Fenris did not know what to think or say about this. “How could you have so little view of yourself? Of me?” he could only ask.“Like I said. It wouldn’t matter what I say. Not to anyone else. Only Christian- my own son- cared, but now he’s gone. With a much better family, who would give him more than I ever could.”“You really think I don’t care? When I saved you from death, cared for you,
Fenris ran in the snow in his werewolf form on all fours at full speed like his life depended on it. Desperate to get to his house in the Diamante-Krawler Pack as quickly as he could. Only it was not his life that needed the saving, but Christen’s, who was strapped to his back with the blanket. Body practically limp on him.“You’re going to be just fine, Christen! I promise you, you’re going to be okay!” he shouted to her, not receiving any response from her at all.‘How could this have happened?! Right after I promise her!’ he frantically questioned. That indeed. How could it be possible? He had just woken up from the nap he was having with her, feeling refreshed, and wanted to make some light meal to have with her. By the time he woke, she was still asleep, not that it bothered him. And since her body was warm- a sign that she was still alive- Fenris just thought to let her sleep peacefully a little longer while he was getting lunch ready for them. While her appetite may not drasti
"What do you mean ‘you don’t know what’s wrong with her’?” Fenris demanded the healers, after spending hours watching them do their jobs, constantly checking Christen’s condition and comparing notes with one another, and even overheard them coming up with various theories as to what became of her. Theories shot down but the other healers.“Exactly as we mean it, Alpha. We checked over as many things as we could, and even took blood samples to see if there was anything wrong. Unfortunately, as far as we could tell, there was nothing wrong with her at all,” one of the healers explained.“‘Nothing wrong with her’ would mean that she would have no problem with waking up. Yet, she hasn’t so much as respond to our call to her one bit. You cannot be telling me that this is all nothing,” he demanded. “Check her again. Use every method you can think of to find out what is wrong with her. Try to get her to wake. And if I see so much as a scratch on her, I will hold all of you accountable. Is th
"Thank you for your patronage." Christen nodded at the cashier’s gratitude, as she walked out of the supermarket, a bag of groceries in hand. Once she was out of the store, she pulled her phone out and checked to see if she had received any new messages, only to sigh upon seeing none. ‘Still no response,’ she thought in gloom, as she put her phone away. Christen was hoping to get a response from her husband about dinner tonight. Specifically, if he was going to be home tonight. Sadly, she didn’t get any response from him, as was the apparent norms between them. They had been married for three years now. Rather than a couple of any kind, the two may as well be strangers, with how little they interact. It was not as though she liked this lack of interaction- if anything, she wanted to get close to him- but so as to not be a bother to him, Christen decided to respect his privacy. Besides, given his occupation as owner of Riverdale Corp- one of the largest and top corporations in the
"Sit." Christen sat on a small sofa in the living room upon Forrest’s insistence, curious and worried about what it was he wanted to talk to her about. She may not know what the topic will be about, but for some reason, something in her told her that it wasn’t anything good. Especially not with the tone he had used earlier. “Okay. What did you want to talk about?” she hesitantly asked, deciding to put her trust her husband. In the one man who accepted her as a person. Forrest let out a sigh at the question, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know… I was actually hoping I would think of something to say this in a lighter tone, but in the end, it has to be blunt,” he spoke, bringing upon more worries to his wife. “Firstly, I want to be sure of one thing. Christen. Do you love me, truly?” Christen became more worried than she was confused by the sudden inquiry. Her dislike at the situation steadily growing. “Of course I love you. So much, I’d do anything for you. I have always
"Hello. Is Forrest Riverdale here?" Christen's eyes widened at the question that came out of this visitor's mouth. Who was this person? Why was she here at her doorway? She certainly didn't look like an advertiser with the fancy clothes she was wearing. More importantly, why was she asking about Forrest? No, even more so... Who was she to just call him by his given name? "Um... Did I ask a bit too low or something?" she asked, snapping Christen out of her thoughts. "S-Sorry, uh... Who are you?" she asked. "Kiara," came a response. Not from the visitor, but from Forrest, who followed Christen to see who was at the door. Christen was quite shocked to see her husband out in the halls, but not as much as she was to hear him call this visitor's name... and see a smile on his face. Forrest was never one to show any sort of emotion before. Not on the day of their wedding, nor on any of their 'outings'. Why, she's never even seen him have a neutral smile on his face when speaking to his
"That concludes today’s meeting. If anyone has further concerns about what was talked about today, this is your only chance to speak now,” Forrest said, meeting with his employees of Riverdale Corp’s Advertisement Division about creating an ad for one of their business partner’s new product. Finding no one speaking up, he then said, “Very well. Then meeting adjourned.”The crowd dispersed at his call, returning to their usual business or getting started on ideas for the advertisement. One man, however, approached Forrest. “Excuse me, Mr. Riverdale.”“I believe I called the meeting adjourned, Mason,” Forrest interrupted.“Yes, I understand, but-”“I also already gave you the chance to speak earlier. In the world of business, you cannot hesitate to take whatever chance you get. Otherwise, it will slip by, and you may as well be faced with nothing but regret.”“It’s not about the meeting.” Forrest sighed then and finally turned to Mason with his hands up, fingers intertwining each other,
After a pleasant time with Kiara- who left to return to her father’s company- Forrest has spent the rest of the day tending to his own company’s business. Be it to fill out some forms, look over his employee’s works, and speaking to his many clients. As he worked throughout the rest of the day, he could not understand why, but that nagging feeling of incompleteness still had its hold on him. Truth be told, he had been getting this odd feeling for the past few years now. At first, he thought it was because he was in disbelief that he was finally together with Kiara, without having to keep up the whole ‘married’ act with the human he bought. If not that, then perhaps there was something in that roast beef the human made that had a funny side effect, but that couldn’t be possible. For after all, as a werewolf, he would’ve sniffed something out if she had smeared it with anything suspicious. But it truly tasted like a good roast beef- the best he’s had, if he would dare say it. Even Kiar