Semua Bab His Mate, His Son, His Regret: Bab 11 - Bab 20

VIVIAN “Give me back my son!” I screamed, trying to get out of Valentine’s hold to chase after that thug-looking punk that was running off with Marvel. He pulled out his phone and called someone, and I can only hope it was the police. He had better pray the police get to him before I do.“Shh, Vivian, please.” Valentine tries to calm me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. “You’re causing a scene.”“You’re causing a scene, you freak! Make him give me back my son!”“Our son,” the bastard tried to correct me.“MY SON!” I screamed. “I don’t give a crap what kind of culty bullshit you are a part of, he is not your son and you need to make your heathen friend give him back!”“Not until you calm down and listen.”“I listened! You guys are freaks who think you are both werewolves. I get it! I saw the weird Twilight shirts your friend and cousin, and even their baby were wearing in that picture. I don’t know what kind of occult bullshit you are both a part of, but leave me and my son o

VIVIAN I groaned, rolling over on the softest bed I had laid on in a long time. My senses are overwhelmed with the comforting scent my body has longed for so long. The scent I could faintly pick up on my son, and the same smell that clung to my sweatshirt years ago that I used to comfort myself with when life was getting to be too much. I clutched onto a pillow, taking it under my face and breathing deeply in the scent over and over again. I know this scent. Valentine.My eyes snap open with the realization, and then my memory from before falling asleep returns to me. I am no longer under that strange spell Valentine cast on me, but I can still feel that deep comfort. It’s like it is rooted — my soul, numbing my limbs and making it impossible for tension to build back in my body.I no longer have the will to fight him. I should. He’s obviously crazy. Who seriously believes that they are a werewolf? All I want to do right now is envelop my body in this scent and enjoy this magnificent

VIVIAN Valentine pulls me with him out the door, Courtney fanning her fingers playfully as she waves bye to us with a smile on her face. Calum, the cute and chubby little boy, calls out, “Bye Val,” as we walk out the door. So cute, but so weird to hear a toddler believing the same nonsense as the adults. I guess their cult starts brainwashing them while they are young. Is it really going to be okay keeping Marvel here while that ridiculous paternity test comes back? What if they try to indoctrinate me and my son too, and we are stuck, not able to leave? We will end up in one of those Dateline specials on TV one day. I Survived a Cult. Maybe I should give the show a call when I get my phone back to prepare them for the story I’m sure is to come. My phone. I left it in my car. My car that Courtney and Ben, who both seem Twilight obsessed, took and did who knows what with. Are they going to give me my phone back? They have to, right?“Uh, Valentine?” I pull on the hand that is holding m

LEVI"SHIT!" I punch the steering wheel in my Chevy. I just passed by her night job, and they said she never showed up last night. Where the fk could she be?!Why the hell did I threaten her like that yesterday? I knew she was bullshitting. She wouldn't cheat on me, maybe she was just trying to get me back for scaring her grandpa. The old bat. She didn't have to fight me when I tried to get the brat from her.Vivian gets extra sensitive when it comes to her grandpa and son. It's something I've always hated. She would always put both of them before me, I do more for her than anybody. I love her more than anybody. Why would she choose to put the people who burden her the most before the person who treasures her so much?I've been driving all over town all morning looking for her car after discovering she wasn't at work, and I can't find it anywhere. She wasn't at home this morning either. Marvel was not at school, whatever it's called, the place he usually is at when she works, and I ha

STEPHANIE "Wake up. Wake up, child!" Luna Harriet pushed me over in my bed. I groan in protest before I wake up enough to realize it's Luna Harriet. I can't protest.I got home barely an hour ago after spending the whole night out with Addison at her place. I had to sneak out at midnight and barely made it back by breakfast. I didn't want to raise suspicion with my dad or Luna Harriet, but it's getting harder and harder these days. I hate that I have to sneak around."Luna Harriet? What's going on?""You need to get up and get ready." She pulls back the covers of my bed and then walks over to my wardrobe and starts rifling through my outfits."Here. Wear this." She throws over a red lace top, far too low cut to wear on its own. I guess I’ll be wearing it on its own anyway, since she doesn't provide me with an undershirt for it. "This with it." She tosses over a pair of high-waisted black skinny jeans.I resist the urge to huff or roll my eyes. If I disrespect Luna Harriet in any way,