All Chapters of Mated to My best friend : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aegon's point of view For some reason, no matter how hard I tried, and I did try; counting imaginative sheep, counting numbers backwards, and other supposedly sleep inducing activities, I ended up tossing and turning rather than getting any actual sleep.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my mind to take a break and stop showing me one particular image, an image of a petite young woman with very light skin (made even more pale after months of having little or no contact with the sun), in a gorgeous little mauve number that outlined her subtle curves and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, her ginger hair swept up in some kind of hairstyle that had curls escaping to tease at the nape and making me itch to reach out and twirl those curls around my finger, with her full and plump lips that looked like there were just begging for a kiss, and her big baby blue eyes. She looks so fucking gorgeous that it almost makes me ache to look at her. It's so imprinted itself on my br

Nico's point of viewStepping into the living room from my room and looking through the domed doorway into the open kitchen to see Levin setting a stack of pancakes on the table, and Krystal turning the crank on the manual juicer they had always used, brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes.“ Thank you great goddess and you too Jesus Christ,” I said offering gratitude to both the werewolf supreme deity as well as the deity Levin had served in the human world, whose temple was huge with stained glass windows and murals on the walls in the photographs he still kept of his old life among the humans.I had prayed to both of them when Levin and Krystal were captured to save them, I had no way of knowing which of them had done the actual saving,or if they had joined hands, so I offered thanks and gratitude to both of them, they could settle it between themselves up there in whatever sort of houses deities lived in.Setting the pack and knee length boots in my hands down,I lopped i

Nico's point of view“ You're just projecting Krystal's worry and fear,” I told myself. “ Now get your mind on the task at hand and off silly worries.”But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get the thought of the cottage, Levin and Krystal, along with an unexplainable feeling of something being seriously wrong, or something about to go wrong.By this time the sun had come up, and as I went through all the motions of; setting traps, getting my collapsible bow and quiver out of my pack and slinging them over my shoulder, none of those tasks had my full attention, my mind divided between the tasks and the incomprehensible burden of worry.Just when I was thinking it couldn't get worse, I sat down to eat, opened the bag of food Krystal had given me to reveal a bunch of sandwiches and a big bag of homemade trail mix, and suddenly it got three times worse.I actually felt a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes and when I took a bite of a sandwich I felt like I was eating her foo

Nico's point of view“ I know Wally,” I continued with my face still turned away from Aegon's.“And he's a sadistic bastard who wouldn't waste his time on anyone once he felt they had exceeded their usefulness, and my parents are worth more to him dead than alive.”“Surely he wouldn't be so cruel?”Even though there was a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, I couldn't help but smile wryly at how naive he sounded.“ Cruelty runs in Wally's veins mixed in with his blood,” I informed him.Aegon went silent after that, I had no idea when he left, but the next time I looked in his direction, his chair was empty.With another heavy sigh, I turned back to face the wall and finally let the tears fall, image after image of the couple who had given me love and a home, only to meet their death because of me flashing through my mind. Somehow I must have cried myself to sleep, because the next thing I knew, a tow headed man with furrowed brows and a frown on his face stood over me, checking m

Nico's point of view“ I assume there was no one behind you,” Ingrid cut in.“And you would be right,” I said smiling as I recalled the memory.“She took a boy wearing blood-covered clothes home, introduced him to her husband, sat him at her kitchen table, fixed him a quick meal, then drew him a bath and dug out some old clothes for him to wear,” I continued.“ Years later both she and Levin would tell me that they had known I was coming, some kind of unexplainable feeling when they woke up earlier that morning that made them understand they would have a guest in the cause of the day, and when I showed up, they both recounted feeling an unexplainable urge to take me in and do what they could for me, and they did just that.” “ For the first week, I don't think I did anything but eat and sleep, neither of them asked me any questions, not even my name.”“ They sound like amazing people,” Ingrid said.“ They were,” I assured her.“And they loved me, so much that they were willing to giv