Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds Novels & Stories

I just hope having us here would give her some strength too. I missed her terribly, and I so desperately want her home with us. And there is no denying my other mates feel the same. We had all been shocked, maybe even a little disgusted by the hand that fate had dealt us when we had discovered it, a quartet of mates... but now we were together, all marked it seems like the most normal and natural thing. The most natural of scenarios for us. And I could not begin to imagine not being with any of my mates now.

We are both healed. Only the traces of the wounds caused by the silver bullet are more visible and a few bruises. I look in the mirror and run my hand over my wounds. They will remain a witness forever that this ugly past did exist and is not a bad dream. How I wish it were an imagination… Looking at myself in the mirror, I lift my tank slightly, exposing my abdomen.

I was sure we would leave this venture with more wounds than when we had started. It didn’t matter, though. It was my turn to be angry, to fight back, and I wanted everything Justin had and more. I wanted to be greedy, selfish and so mad that it scared me. His Lycan and I had that in common, I believe. I fell back as I came, but Justin kept me there, brushing my back to feel at my wounds. They weren’t even close to being all healed. We will press further, be stronger, and for fuck’s sake, we would finish this.

he urged. Contrary to what we had anticipated, my neck didn't bear three separate marks as initially expected. Instead, there was a singular, perfect mark replicated three times, as if each had marked me in the same spot. The unity and precision of the marks were astounding, a physical testament to our deep, interconnected bond.

It had bound them together and pulled them apart, leaving scars that told a story of what could have been, of dreams abandoned in the shadows of their fears. As she stood before him, the weight of that shared pain enveloped them both, and for the first time, she felt a flicker of understanding emerge from the depths of her heart. They had both walked through the fire, each holding onto their individual burdens, but now the lines were blurring, and the scars they bore began to intertwine.

She pulled her hand back quickly, pretending it hadn’t happened, but the air shifted anyway. By the time the camp disappeared behind the curve of the forest road, swallowed by trees and distance, something inside me had shifted too. The place had been brutal, sure. But it had also been… necessary. We weren’t fixed. Not even close. The cracks between us still ran deep, jagged and unhealed. But for the first time, I felt like we were both standing on the same side of the fissure, looking at it instead of pretending it wasn’t there. Maybe that was enough for now.

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

we both screamed at the same time. I saw blood gushing out of my wrist. I looked at Zelda and she was bleeding in the same spot. I looked at the blade on my hand and I was sure I didn't cut myself with it. I looked at Zelda and she was as confused as I was, our wounds looked exactly the same. "Does that mean that hurting her will hurt me too?" I asked myself in confusion. The revelation hit me like a sudden gust of wind—a startling realization that sent ripples of disbelief through the very core of my being. The idea that causing her pain would inflict an equal measure of suffering upon me was a truth I find hard to accept.

The weight of the recent events and the fear we had endured gradually lifted, replaced by a profound sense of love and safety. "Thank you." I sheepishly smiled, but I gasped aloud as I remembered their injuries. "I need to heal you." Gently touching their wounds and assessing the extent of their injuries. I could see the pain etched on their faces and the unwavering resolve in their eyes. "You had all fought fearlessly, and now it's time to tend to your wounds and heal together, Mates," I smirked at them. "Don't forget how fearless you both were." They just chuckled.

We were both hurting and trying to deal with our pain and get past it. What a beautiful coincidence, because even back then, little did we know that we already had one thing in common. Or, should I say, a common enemy? It was like fate had it that we would somehow meet. And we did, in the most beautiful coincidence, and the connection kicked off so flawlessly. It was, still is, and forever shall be, the sweetest feeling there is under the sun. Oh, how I miss our moments. Ooh, how I miss even just seeing him from afar.