Chapter 58: AnswersSierra’s POVChristmas morning was always my favourite. I get up, open presents, have lunch, and spend the day playing with everything I get.As I got older, I hit a point where I was just genuinely happy with anything I got. My parents were gone, and I had No One to celebrate with.I always wished for myself to be put with a loving family. Maybe having a sibling would have given me a bit more of a chance to be happy. I would wish to tell my younger self to prepare. Prepare for what, though? A life with abuse? Minor conflicts resulting in being chained to the cellars? One wrong scrub and I'm in agony for days.It's 2:37 in the morning and I can't sleep. For hours last night, Nikolai and I lay in bed talking, laughing and having good sex, but right now, my mind is one giant ball of pain.They should be here.We should be going to see them in the morning - Well, later on, - and exchanging gifts and love. We should be happy and trauma-free, but we are not, and that i
Chapter 57: how did you…Nikolai’s POVChristmas Eve has always been a big tradition in our family. Everyone gets together, and they celebrate it in a certain way. Movies, take-away food, laughs and love but this year it’s different. This year I’m not celebrating it alone.I have Sierra this year and I’m thankful to have her by my side.“Morning beautiful” I whisper as she stirs in bed. Her brown hair tickles my chest and my hands run up the length of her back as she moves up a little, kissing my neck first before her hand trails under the duvet and straight to my morning wood.“Morning” she whispers as she grips me tightly. Like her bloody body didn’t have enough last night. “I don’t think that’s a good idea love” I tell her and she instantly lets go of my cock. Fuck.I’d really like to fuck bed but right now I also need to get up, pee, shave and get dressed so I can take her to the cemetery to visit her parents' grave.“Sorry”I roll on top of her and take one of her nipples in my
Chapter 56: I would throat punch him. Sierra’s POVDo you know how hard it is to get back to your room, strip off your clothes and put your most sexiest underwear on with a silk robe in the time it takes your mate to walk up the stairs and to our room? - Grabbed, he was slow and sulking, so he did take his time - but the look on his handsome face only tells me I accomplished my mission.I'm too wide awake to be sleeping, and I need him. I have had one of the best nights of my life and also a crappy end to the night, but I want to finish this all off with Nikolai…close to me and showing me just how much he loves me. “Sweet...mother...loving...” he whispers. I don’t think he planned to say it out - semi - loud, but he did, and now I’m nervous that it’s all too much because he hasn’t moved and he hasn’t said anything, but ‘Sweet mother loving…’ is that meant to be a good sign or not?I go to cover up. My brain is not computing with his actions, and I don’t exactly like the look on his
Chapter 55: Sweet...loving Nikolai’s POVI look over at Sierra standing by Alpha Zade —his face morphs from pain to fury. I'm still in my wolf form, and I'm still waiting for one of them to do something so I can release my inner beast and let him out to play.“You're lying!” Zade says, trying to edge himself further toward Sierra, who takes the littlest step back.“Why would I lie?” she asks him while continuously swiping at her cheeks, and that alone makes me feel like making this bunch disappear completely. Anything to see her beautiful smile again. “I have no reason to lie. You took everything from me. Have you ever stopped to wonder why I never spoke after their funeral?” she asks him, holding her head up high. “Sorry. The funeral everyone attended, but their only child didn't because she was beaten so badly to the point where no one wanted me to be seen out and about”Go baby.I whisper the strength she needs to keep going and encouraging words to her through our mind link so s
Sierra’s POV “What is it you want to tell me?” Zade asks as he pushes himself back froma prowling Alpha with a temper the size Oregan and I am so happy to finally have someone in my corner. Even if it is to just scare the bejesus out of people for speaking to me in the wrong way. “I remember one of many moments really. I was 14, you and Rosie-” I say as I point toward her “- would have been around 18, at that time, you became vile toward me so you would have known I was your mate by then. You were hostile and made me do everything, cleaning, attempt to cook even though you knew I couldn’t cook to save my life and quite frankly, I burnt so many things while attempting to keep my shaking hands steady when Marta and several other she-devils took over out of frustration. Claimed I was going to kill someone...” I laugh but it was bitter. “I didn’t want anything from you, never asked for anything but I straight refused to speak to you when you banned me from going to my parent's funeral.
Sierra’s POV What more could someone ask for while looking their prey in their eyes and ending every ounce of suffering they inflicted on my life. Every burden and plot that they had against me? Every nasty remark they ever said about me, assuming I couldn’t hear them? I asked myself over and over again what I had done to deserve their hatred. The answer was always the same. I hadn’t personally done anything, but they just found me to be a threat to their supposed happy lives. Not so happy now, are they? At my mercy and at my home. Suffering for a few hours while I finally enjoy all the fun. Leaving them all together with enough warriors surrounding them, all giving me a respectful glance before bowing their heads, I run off behind the tree that Nikolai and I shifted under, and I shift back into my human form and get dressed. I’m just getting my shoes on when I feel him behind me. He’s still in his beautiful wolf form. All black fur and red eyes. Big paws that have held me at