Nathan? Who could that be? Lucille wondered, as she took in the faces of everyone on the table. Everyone, apart from the ancients and Sheila, looked more confused than surprised, and that included Freya. Freya’s confusion shocked Lucille. She would have thought that Freya would know whoever Nathan was. “Who is Nathan?” Freya asked, echoing Lucille’s thoughts. Sheila gulped down nothing, her mind taking a most necessary trip down the memory lane. Nathan was the man she had met at the treaty party, the man that had seemed so fixated on her, the man that had her drugged with emotions, that had her heart stirring more than Peter would have ever done. Nathan was the man that she had slept with. The father of her triplets. How had his necklace gotten here? Did Emma meet him perhaps? She stood up, without knowing, fanning herself. “Mom, who is Nathan?” Lucille re-asked, already feeling that the answer to this particular question might turn over the research they have gotten so far. “
Her father was alive. Freya allowed the happiness to seep into her. Her parents were alive. She could talk with them. A smile slithered across her lips, expanding when she felt Aiden's hands on her thigh. “I am happy for you, my love.” She heard him say through their mind path, and threw back an erotic picture to him. “When we find my sister, my body is yours to take.” She snickered, when she saw him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Dude was already horny. Her snicker though, caught the attention of the people on the table. “That happy? Huh?” Maya enunciated, winking at a blushing Freya. Then it was obvious.“I know this is out of point..”Peter started, garnering attention to himself. “But Sheila, if you had slept with Nathan that night, then how did you come to be in my bed the next morning?” Melvina gasped first, before Derek held himself from baffing. What?!! All eyes went to a confused Sheila. “I don’t know. But I am sure that I had slept with Nathan that night. He must h
“How old are you, Curtis?” Dobah asked, quite intrigued at the confidence of the young man. Not every son would be bold enough to go against his father, and yes it was different for the daughters. He knew his thinking was old fashioned, but that was the truth. “I am eighteen. Birthday party was a week before Derek's.” Curtis answered, curious as to why the man was interested in him now. “Did anything happen at the party? From what I can decipher, you seem besotted with your father. I can see that by the level of shock that clouds your face when a misdoing of his is mentioned. Your sister doesn’t have that. She has long accepted whose side she would be on.” “Well, I guess the party was where it all changed. As you said earlier, I love my father. Which son wouldn’t? Even though I was uncomfortable with the way he treated Maya sometimes, I still loved him. Then at the party, I noticed that my mother didn’t come for the main party, she stayed back in the room. Actually, she has been re
Kane soughed. To think that the woman had been afraid to tell Nathan about his babies because she was afraid. He shook his head. He didn’t blame the woman, he actually blamed Nathan for not saying anything. Perhaps, if the big man had, perhaps all these could have been averted. The first conflict between the packs could have been avoided for one, because the ancients would have come to play then. So, how would Arnold have gotten away with his plot? Secondly the triplets would have grown up together, and their powers harnessed properly, that would also set back the plan of the wicked. Heck! The plans wouldn’t have resurrected in the first place. This pack would have been the strongest, and his mate wouldn’t have been under fire. He wouldn’t have allowed it. But this was the fates wasn’t it? The fact that nothing happens the way people would want it to, that had been the reason for the prophecy of many centuries, the fate of the pack had been written since a long time ago. It was ju
Collective sighs of relief escaped the mouths of everyone in the room again as Julius made the declaration. For one Sheila had a smile on her face, and a fire in her belly. The anticipation of seeing her mate again was threatening to make her wolf go crazy. The latter was all giddy and up from the information. Sheila herself felt her entire system brimming with expectation, brimming with anticipation of what would happen at their meeting, and what would happen when they are alone in the room. She shivered, thinking of the last time they had spent together. As her eyes moved, they found her daughters staring at her. Both had the same expression-sure of how to feel, and happiness-because she was happy. Nathan would love them. She only hoped that he wouldn’t push her away because she had hidden these treasures of hers away from him. She hoped that he will forgive her. Goddess please. She pleaded, sending another prayer in the air, not knowing how much of that was answered. “Good, t
Another mystery to solve. Derek thought, letting out a sigh. Wasn’t there anything that was just clean cut, and devoid of mystery and complications concerning his mate? Everything about her was so shrouded. He didn’t know why that was so, but he was beginning not to like it, even though he could obviously see that it was for the benefit of them all. If things were clear cut, wouldn’t she have been kidnapped or worse killed by those evil villains? But why hadn’t Tempest written Emma's address in the paper? Was that also part of keeping her safe, should in case the maid was bought over like the matron that Leonarya had paid to hand over Freya? How had Leonarya known that Freya would be at the orphanage? Derek rubbed his forehead with his thumb tiredly, he could feel a headache coming on as a result of thinking and trying to find answers to these questions. But if the address of Emma's home address had been written, then it would have been a piece of cake finding her, even tonight s
After Derek left, there was silence in the dining hall for a few minutes, with every one left to their own thoughts. Then Peter decided to break the silence. “Thank you, Kane, for that. I believe he needed it.” Kane shrugged his shoulders, not finding it necessary to bask under the praise. “It is nothing. As you said, he needed that. It was late, but better late than never.” He looked at Lucille then, when he felt a proud glow overshadowing him. “Are you happy and proud of me, cara mia?” He passed this message through their mindpath, a smile slithering across his lip, when Lucille blessed him with a smile before turning toward a Freya who was quite amused with what was going on. Freya was more amused that she would call her sister, aunt. “I doubt she will like that.” Aiden enthused, finding it funny too. “I know she won't, but I can't help but want to tease her.” Freya replied, through their private path.Aiden shook his head, noticing that Kane's neck just had a patch of red.
“I can’t kill an innocent man...'' Freya kept muttering, her mind going on a faster than light journey through the mini storages in her brain, looking for a cure, anyway to draw Fayot out of his almost dead state. Dead? She couldn’t tag hm that yet. He will not die. Just as her mind was running inventory and checking magical spells, she felt a cold, but at the same time, a warm small hand touch her arm. Startled, she looked up, not because of the hand-for she already knew who it belonged to-no, because of the strangeness of the phenomenon, and why Eva was able to do something like this. She was already feeling the magic aura surrounding her that didn’t come from her mother, Lucille or the ancients. This was different. “Eva..” She croaked out, gaping at little Eva who smiled at her, before giving a nod. Whether the nod was to confirm her identity or to push her to continue, Freya wasn’t sure, but she allowed her eyes to find the people who had taken a few steps away from her when