A MONTH!? Persephone has been in her coma for a month!? Reed has been helping try to develop the cure. Dove's talking to Persephone in her coma? So many questions.
I’ve been at this for a month. It has been torture seeing Persephone like this for a month. I barely sleep and never leave the medical floor. I have only slept because my body shut down on me, or Logan showed up and used his Alpha command. I don’t care about anything that’s happened beyond these walls. I know that Shikoba has kept the company running smoothly, as always. She last reported to me that due to my name reveal, she’s had every employee sign an ironclad NDA that if they ever speak of who I am beyond these walls, the company will know and destroy them financially. She’s also kept everyone from asking questions about what we are doing on the medical floor and who the people we transported are. She’s covered it by saying it is a top-secret medical experiment that cannot be discussed. I know Bloodmoon is fine without me around. The pack has Logan, John, Charles, and their mates. If anything, it’s probably quiet around there without me. I see them at least once a week. Sometimes
It felt like an eternity since I’d been in his arms. I know it’s only been a month, but the true passage of time is meaningless when you are separated from the person you love and half of your soul. I know he joked about never letting me out of his sight, but I don’t plan to let him out of mine either. While I would rather not follow each other to the bathrooms unless it’s for sex like we did at the office when I gave him a blow job, I never want to be far from his side. I don’t know or care how long we were lying here. I know it wasn’t long enough. It will never be long enough. Wrapped in Jonathan’s arms, I feel safe like I’m home and never want to leave. There is only one nagging issue. I’m awake, he cured me of the virus, but I still can’t sense Sara. Have I lost her? Did the virus or the fact it took a month to cure me take her? Did she sacrifice herself so I could stand a chance at surviving to be healed? “What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked as if sensing I was worried about something
When Jaci marked Persephone, I lost my shit with him. Of course, my rant about consent and reminding him she was recovering from a coma fell on deaf ears. He is lucky she didn’t freak out on us. Or worse, her body could have gone into shock in her weakened state. I would not have forgiven him if his rush to test his theory of waking Sara had cost us our mate. Thankfully the mark didn’t have any negative outcomes. Jaci lucked out that his hunch was right, and not only did this wake Sara up, but Persephone didn’t get angry about it. It probably helps that I reminded him of the one consistent thing anyone who has ever tried to talk to me about marking has said, it hurts, and pleasure is the perfect distraction. Silly wolf would have left our mate in pain if not for me taking back enough control to ensure we gave her pleasure to balance out the pain. And despite her family walking in on us, we enjoy our marking. I’m not sure why they showed up now, however. I didn’t notify her that the c
While I enjoy Chinese food, Jonathan ordered what felt like a whole menu, and when he laid it all out on a table, I protested that it was more than we’d eat and even tried to suggest he give it to some of the employees. Yet nothing was left to offer to anyone else when all was said and done. I blinked in surprise as Jonathan popped the last eggroll into his mouth. “Did we seriously just eat all that?” I asked as I gestured to the empty containers. “Yep.” Jonathan chuckled as he started to gather the empty containers. “How? I mean, I know that as werewolves, we tend to need a higher calorie intake after we turn sixteen. But this is more food than I’ve ever eaten.” I frowned. “Persephone, you were in a coma for a month. You were given nutrients through an IV bag, but that’s not the same. And on top of that, we just completed our bond. Marking tends to be a draining activity.” Jonathan rationalized. “And what’s your excuse? Marking wouldn’t make you that famished.” I asked, arching m
Being fully mated is freaking amazing. I know I’ve been told I’d only understand my mated friends after I found my mate. I just never really believed it. That shows you how much I have to learn. And how much Persephone has changed my life and perspective on so many things. The last month has been hell; if I have anything to say about it, she will never leave my side again. Except for using the bathroom, that may be going too far. But I digress. Back to what I was talking about with being fully mated. We had worked well together during those short few days before the shit storm. That was NOTHING compared to now. Persephone had been in a coma while Reed and I worked on the cure, yet through our bond, she’s moving in sync with me, grabbing what I needed before I even voiced that I needed it. “Well, it appears showing up today was a waste of my time.” Reed huffed as Persephone grabbed a beaker before he could. “Stop whining.” Persephone rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that I’m in tu
I’ve not met Daniel Weaver, but my best guess is that Jonathan looks like him, though I’m not sure how much. It was enough that Anka mistook Jonathan for Daniel. Jonathan’s feelings about his father are complicated. There’s a lot of hurt and confusion in his mind and heart. I’m unsure how to help him through it, but I will do everything I can. Anka is awake, but there are still eleven more to go. For now, I can help with curing the infected Demonclaw members. I took some of the syringes and walked to one of the frail infected, a woman with red hair that I bet before she was infected was vibrant and full of life. I can’t help but wonder how these people were selected. Were they volunteers? Are they people that Lucian was condemned to death? I can’t imagine anyone volunteering for this, but I can picture that psycho using this as punishment. I considered these things as I injected her with the cure and watched and waited for her to wake up. Pale green eyes blinked at me, and her heart
Maybe if my mind weren’t elsewhere, I’d have been more present during the bigger dinner at the pack house. People had to repeat themselves when they tried to talk to me more than once. And I probably didn’t give Alec’s food the chance it deserved. I am sure it was delicious, but I rushed through eating it and barely took a second to savor anything. Though even if I’d forced myself to slow down and try to savor what I was eating, I have a feeling it would have been tasteless. Again, not knocking Alec’s cooking. But everything revealed at my office has left a bitter taste. Anka infected herself on purpose. The virus was always intended to kill a wolf spirit. Lucian infected his Gamma female and Delta. Everyone infected other than Anka was because they pissed Lucian off, including Persephone. Realizing how horrid he was and that he could have cost Persephone her wolf made me irrationally angry. It made me want to find a way to resurrect the bastard so I could kill him all over again, sl
Fucking hell! This keeps getting worse. I was hoping meeting Daniel would somehow reveal he was innocent in this. Or as innocent as someone forced to create something deadly can be. Instead, Daniel is shitting all over those hopes. He wasn’t forced to do things, at least not that he’s admitting to. He knew what he was doing, and it made me sick. And I could feel how all this was hurting Jonathan. He never voiced it, but I knew he hoped his father could be a victim. But as far as I can see, he’s only a victim of his own stupidity. Outside of some physical similarities, I see nothing about this man reflected in my mate. “What…what kind of person does that?” I demanded. “Who the hell invents things like that? You knew what these things could do. Some scientists get a God complex, but you dared to make an invention that would trick the mate bond. You dared to spit in the face of the Goddess.” I shook my head in disgust. “There is a special place in hell for people like you.” I wrinkled