"Well, it's not like I'm protesting or anything. The more the merrier," The one pounding between her legs stopped moving, turning his blue gaze; a shade different from the first man; on me.
I stared back, my head blank until he arched a brow and wiggled it.
Holy shit!
I shrieked, suddenly coming back to my senses, and rushed out of the room like my ass was on fire.
What the hell was I thinking? Why was I still here? I should have hightailed my ass out of the damned club, the minute I stepped in and saw the sick depraved things they did.
I had no idea what Dr. Peterson had in mind sending me here, but whatever it is, it was NOT working!
"What the fuck? What the actual fuck?" I ranted to myself as I raced out of the club.
"Leaving already?" The short bouncer at the door asked. I flipped him the middle finger when I saw the Knowing grin on his face, slipped into my cat on the sidewalk, and drove home like a mad woman.
The minute I got into my room, my shoulders sagged in relief and I sagged against the wall feeling incredibly overwhelmed. That was not the fun experience I had hoped for!
Fishing out my phone from my purse, I dialed Dr. Peterson's number, my fingers trembling with anxiety.
The woman took her sweet time in answering the call, however. I had almost turned into a nervous wreck when she finally picked up the call.
"Dr. Peterson, it's Hannah," My voice came out shaky.
There was a brief pause, and then she responded, "Of course, Hannah. I know it's you. How are you doing? Is everything okay?"
"Uhm,... about that Club you asked me to go to?"
"Oh. You took my advice. I was doubting you would. Tell me, what happened? You don't sound so happy. What happened at the club?"
"Uh, a lot of things. Did you send me to a sex club on purpose? Was that what you had in mind when you wanted me to have 'fun'? Because that's just plain sick Dr Peterson!" I blurted, unable to keep my brimming anxiety from spilling.
"A sex club?!" She yelled, sounding genuinely confused and surprised. "What are you talking about?"
Taking a deep breath, I poured out my heart, describing the unexpected revelation of the club's nature, the explicit performances, and the overwhelming atmosphere.
I held back on telling her about me getting turned on by those three men pounding a woman ruthlessly. That… didn't fucking count.
"I didn't expect it to be like that," I admitted, my voice quivering. "I don't think… I don't think I belong there. Why did you suggest that club?"
Dr. Peterson's voice was sincere and mellow when she replied. "I am so sorry, Hannah. I never knew it was an erotic club. I got the invitation from a close cousin and thought it was just a lively nightclub. I had no idea it would be like that."
The knot in my stomach loosened at the knowledge that she hadn't done that to me knowingly. The experience felt jarring.
"It's okay," I mumbled, trying to steady my breathing. My butt touched the floor and I took a deeper breath to relax against the wall.
"I was just shocked, that's all. Perhaps I needed to see it, I guess. It made me realize how much my past… the trauma still affects me. I felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable."
Dr. Peterson listened attentively as I shared my conflicting emotions and how they brought up memories.
"Understandably, it brought up those emotions, Hannah," she said. "Healing is a journey, and sometimes, facing uncomfortable situations can be part of the process. But remember, you don't have to rush anything. Take your time, and we'll work through it together."
"Thank you so much. You… make it sound so much easier really. And that's a fucking relief."
She chuckled, most likely at my use of language, but like she always did, Dr Peterson never judged me. And that was why she was the best therapist for me so far.
"I'm happy to help. Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked.
I licked at my teeth in apprehension trying to quell down the voice in my head that told me to completely open up. Eventually, I gave in.
"Uhm, yes. My mother got married. I found out yesterday and to put it simply, I was shocked. I still am, but I understand her reason for keeping it from me."
"How are you doing? How are you coping with it?" She asked calmly.
"I'm fine," I said in a quiet voice. "She wants me to see her husband. And well, after what happened today, I think I should confront my fears bit by bit right?"
"Right," She agreed and I could imagine her nodding her head.
I smiled though she couldn't see me. "Right. I think I'll visit her tomorrow. See who my stepfather is and all."
"That's great! I'm happy you are willing to face your fears. Remember Hannah, your past is in your past. Don't let it cloud your judgment of the future. You will be fine because you are strong."
"Thanks, Dr. P. I desperately needed to hear that."
*****"*"
At nine am the next morning, I was sitting pretty on my flight to Decorah. It was cold as hell, perhaps because of the air conditioning or something. Whatever it was, the light, white cotton shirt, and black pants I wore could not withstand it. It was times like this that I feared my wolf was broken.
After a long flight, I'd finally arrived in Decorah. A place I used to call home.
I looked out of the windows of the taxi that transported me to Mom's, gazing at the passing tall trees and hills.
There was no wonder why Mom loved Decorah so much.
Everywhere looked so peaceful and it seemed like the perfect environment for Werewolves. Trees meant woods to run around and play in. And the hills were perfect for relaxing. I could picture my wolf running freely in the park, round and down the hills.
Free, unbound, and just simply happy.
A bitter taste formed in my mouth and I wrenched my gaze away from the view. When was the last time I had let my wolf free? It felt like a long, long time ago.
Living in an urban area among humans was one of the hardest things ever, but I needed to stay as far away from the past. The haunting memories. The strong scent of wolves filled and invaded my mind and head.
… The past is in the past…
My therapist's words echoed in my mind and I sighed. This was me finding closure and letting it all go.
"Here you are Miss," the driver said as he pulled up into the driveway of a huge ass building. It looked pretty gigantic, like a mansion.
I whistled lightly as I alighted from the vehicle. "Looks like Mom married some well-loaded guy."
Hell, they even had a lawn! Who the hell keeps a lawn these days? Certainly not werewolves. At least from what I remembered? Ah shit, just how long was I gone? It felt like so much had changed without my knowledge.
"I deserve to be free from the burden of the past," I whispered to myself as I climbed the short flight of stairs before the front door. "I deserve to heal and find happiness."
I deserved to be with my mother, gushing over the slightest of things, just like in old times. Seeing her would stir up emotions within me and memories I wanted to forget, but I could not and would not let them define me any longer.
I had barely knocked twice when the door flew open and my mom stood before me, eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh My God Hannah!!! You didn't tell me you were coming. This is such a huge surprise!"
Her hands wrapped around me in a tight hug and I held her tighter, relishing her scent that I had missed so much.
"I know," I grinned. "I wanted to surprise you, "I
"Mission accomplished then? I am so happy to see you, my baby. Would you look at your hair? It's all long and grown." She cooed, dragging me into the house.
I stared like a poor fool at the luxurious decor of the living room I was led into.
"It's so good to see you, sweetheart," Mom said, helping me settle on a sofa. Her kind brown eyes held mine and tears welled up in my eyes.
"I've missed you, Mom," I whispered and closed my eyes when she reached out to wipe the tears off my face.
"You have no idea how much it means to me that you are here. I knew you would come home one day. I trusted that you would. I just ...I was never expecting it would be so soon. But I am very happy."
"I'm happy as long as you are," I told her, covering her palm with mine. "I'm fine now ma. I'm healing and I can't keep hiding forever."
"So, how's it going? How's the husband?" I asked after a while, looking around the house which seemed empty.
"Oh, Alexander left early. Meeting with some pack elders. I was also heading out when you came."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I quickly rushed out but got cut off by a stern look on her face.
"Stop that! You've done nothing wrong okay? I'm just glad that you are here."
I nodded, then shifted closer to her. "So tell me about your husband mama,"
"He's a Lycan" she announced and hell, I almost saw the moon goddess when I choked on my spit.
"Wait ..what?" I spluttered between coughs. "You are married to a Lycan? How's that possible? You hated Lycans!"
"I know. But the last few years have been different around here. The wolves and the Lycans started cooperating. Seems like the bad blood is gone " She explained. I wasn't sure about her words, but she looked intensely happy. I wasn't going to rain on her parade by being a sour puss.
"Well, about time. I've missed a lot, haven't I?" I remembered the bloody feud between us and the other species and it sure as hell wasn't pretty.
"I have to get going now." Mom stood up, pouting. "Oh, I forgot to mention. Alexander has three sons. Triplets. So they are your step-brothers. They should be upstairs, and I'll just call them to take care of you while I'm gone."
Stepbrothers?!
Three Stepbrothers?!
Fucking wonderful! Just what I needed. More people to adjust to.
"I can't say I'm surprised," I grumbled. "First you forgot to tell me you got married, and then forgot to tell me there are step-brothers involved."
Mum smiled sheepishly, reaching out to hold my hand. "I wanted to tell you, Hannah, but I didn't want to overwhelm you with everything that was happening in my life. I thought it would be easier to introduce you to them when the time was right."
My mother had always been caring and protective of me, but I could see a hint of nervousness in her as well.
"I understand, Mom," I replied, trying to quell the anxiety swirling within me. "I just… I didn't expect this."
Mum nodded, her smile growing. "I know. Come on, let me introduce you to them."
As my mother led me to the back door, my heart raced with anticipation. I didn't want or need more men in my life. If you asked me, the less the men, the better.
I was so nervous, I hadn't even realized when we had walked into a garden in the backyard.
And there they were.
Three men, half-naked, laying on mats under the sun and looking hella familiar.
"Hi boys," mum called and they turned to her with a smile, which vanished when they saw me.
"This is my daughter, Hannah. You boys remember I told you about her, yeah?" They stared dumbly and my mom, oblivious to it all, rambled on. "Hannah, these are your new step-brothers. Daniel, Dean, and Damian."
I stood rooted to a spot, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth as I watched the expression on their faces change from surprise to amusement.
The men I had seen in the club last night were my damned stepbrothers?!
Shit!
“Hello sister,” One of the brothers, a rugged man with the piercing blue eyes I had seen the night before, called with a smirk on his face. He was tall- They all were, and his facial features were especially defined. He walked towards mum and I, the smirk on his face giving him a mischievous look. “Hi,” I croaked out, heart pounding loudly in my ears. I had no idea how exactly I waa supposed to react. Do I pretend that I had never met them? “Boys, be nice to Hannah please. I will be back with your dad later tonight. Show her around the house and help her settle in, alright?” Mom instructed and the mischievous one nodded, stopping right before me, his eyes boring intensely on my face. “Of course, mummy," He drawled. "She's in perfect hands” Mom snorted, giving him a side eye.“That's the first time you are using that word on me and I already know you're up to no good. I mean it Damian, play nice.""I very well swear it," He teased, gave her a mock bow and she slapped his arm, rolli
For a minute, everything stood still. I could hear the sound of my heartbeat rushing through my ears. I'd messed up hadn't I? Fuck what the hell had possesed me to kiss him?! I pulled away instantly, my face burning with embarrassment. "I… I'm sorry. I hadn't-" Dean's free hand cupped my cheeks gently, tilting my head so I could look at him. My breath snagged at the intensity of his gaze, whatever I wanted to say melted in the heat of his hands on my face. His thumb slowly stroked my bottom lip, his touch burning yet soft and sensual, causing me to shudder. Oh...that felt good. Dean closed his eyes briefly, made a low noise in his throat and covered the distance between us. His mouth met mine and the world fucking melted in the background. His hand slid from holding my cheeks to cupping my neck as he devoured my lips and hell it felt good!I grabbed at his chest, hungry, aching, eager to receive all that he could give. The pleasure that his kisses promised. His abs rumbled beneat
“What?” I blurt out, blinking stupidly and tearing my eyes away from Damian’s junk, daring to look at his face. Sure enough, he had a wide grin playing on his lips. His hands reached for the towel and thankfully, he tied it around his waist. “I said, are you having fun over their sister?” He asked, stepping closer. “I understand if you've never seen something so beautiful in a lifetime. Are you totally blown away?” Stupid, I thought, mentally slapping myself in the face. Fucking stupid. I took a step back when he walked over to me, a mischievous glint in his eye. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I rolled my eyes, attempting to play it cool. “Please, Damian,” I retorted, trying to hide my embarrassment. “I've seen better. Get over yourself.” He chuckled, drawing even closer, the heat radiating off him licked at my skin. “You sure about that, Hannah? Your face is all red.” “You’re imagining things,” I replied, my tone laced with mock indifference. Damian raised an eyebrow, “O
“We are tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.”Smart man, Neill, but it isn't easy now, is it? I mused, turning over the page of the book I was reading, mentally applauding Nora Roberts for being such a great wordsmith.And I have to say that Margaret Mary was definitely my spirit animal.I remained in my room, lost in the book, when the distant sound of laughter and footsteps reached my ears. A groan slipped from my lips. Oh well, there goes peace and quiet. At least, It was good while it lasted. The echoes of their return grew louder, and I closed the book, getting up from my chair. Knowing the family I lived with, they were bound to disturb me very soon.And Truly, a soft knock came on my door just a few minutes later. I walked over and opened the door to see Damon standing there looking as ravishing as always. Dark hair, slightly tousled, fell over his eyes. He was dressed casually in a white tank top that clung to hi
TRIPLET DESIRES: 007Well, as far as party preparation goes, this one right here was going pretty well.Mum was busy barking out instructions to the boys, and they all obeyed her, hanging bulbs, flowers, and wires where they should be.It was very fascinating seeing how well she relates with her stepsons. And seeing that relationship made me a little jealous. Not that I wanted my mum to myself, but because I wanted to know what it would feel like to really be a part of them.But there is always the negative what ifs….What if I just get hurt again?Logically, I know that I should not judge everyone because of one person's actions.How long have they known each other?That is something I have not had the chance to ask her yet. Not that we have had any opportunity to really talk since I got here.“Hannah, honey? Hand those blue bulbs to Dean and take the red roses to the dinning, will you?”I nodded, and walked over to Dean – who has been interestingly avoiding me for hours now.He to
TRIPLET DESIRES: 008“Baby,” Mom muttered taking my hands, “What Nathaniel did to you, was unforgivable and my-” “It was not your fault, mum,” I interrupted, giving her hands a small squeeze. Her eyes glistened, and I knew she felt quite awful about it. “He had you fooled, mom. He had all of us fooled. And you were in love,” Mum scoffed and shook her head. “And very blind. I should have noticed the signs. But I was too focused on having a happy marriage and neglected you. I'll forever regret that, Hannah," I squeezed her hand again, trying not to think so much about the memories that threatened to come back. It was all in the past. All in the fucking past.“Mom, I'm fine, aren't I? It's okay. We can't go back to the past or change things-' “But it hurts to see you like this,” She cried, wrenching her hands away from me to cover her face. “You're always so guarded, so scared. Unwilling to let people in. You used to be the sunshine of our lives, and I hate to see how much of you ha
My scars….I gasped and scrambled to the other end of the bed, getting as far away from him as I could get.Dean got up on his knees, staring at me with a raised brow.My heart raced as I stared into his face, searching for a reaction, but I found none.However, the desire and lust I had seen in those eyes a few minutes ago were gone, and now there was nothing.Oh, God!!He must be so disgusted.“Hannah…”“No please,” I rushed out, “Please, don’t say anything, I am sorry, I got so carried away. Please leave.” “Hannah, you don’t have to…”‘Please leave” I whispered harshly, pulling the duvet up to my chest.Suddenly, I just felt bare and naked.“Just listen to me dammit!” he roared, “I do not fucking care if you….”A sharp knock at the door cut him off, and I gasped in shock.What if it is my mum?“Hannah?” It was Damon’s voice, “Your mother wants you downstairs. Dinner is ready,” I glanced at Dean, who was glaring daggers at the door, and cleared my throat.“I will be down there in
The light tap on my door was what woke me up the next day. I stirred on the bed, slowly opening my eyes to shield them from the sunlight which filtered through the curtains.Before I could full open my eyes, a soft voice came from the door, rousing me awake.“Hannah, sweetheart. It's me. Are you up yet?”Well, I am up now.Throwing the blanket from my body, I got down from the bed and stumbled towards the door, running my hand over my face.When I opened the door, my eyes widened when I saw my mum all dressed up and smiling widely.“Hey you,” She greeted, brushing past me into the room.“Hey mum.” I closed the door and followed her to the bed, where she sat down, still grinning and bouncing in obvious excitement.“You are all teeth this morning. What's happened?”“Did I wake you up?” I shrugged, “Yeah, but it's already day break anyway, so no Biggie. What's going on?” She chuckled then tapped the space beside her, “Sit down here. Don't you know what today is?”Today? I sat beside h