CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
NADIA
If only wishes could become… horses!
Their eyes burned into me with an intensity that held different emotions. I saw it.
Two wolves leaned closer to me and instead of hurting me, breathed softly on my neck and kissed me. Their lips held mine with passion and as they moved around my body, it seemed like fire, hot and burning yet a sensation that seemed rather pleasing.
One of the wolves kissed me up to my ankles while the other moaned into my mouth, his lips holding desires that I could not exactly explain.
It was slow and passionate, and every one of their actions felt like I mattered. The heat from it burned into me, in a way that got my thighs feeling wet from the liquid that had begun to escape from my vagina.
But for some reason, as much as I nudged them to continue and handle me aggressively, a bad side from being constantly abused by the twins, they didn’t yield.
They said nothing, their lips only spreading apart whenever they licked me and kissed me – reminding me how to be loved like a queen.
Their eyes seemed familiar but I could not exactly piece the faces together, and it continued that way till I woke up.
I sighed, remembering the dream I had the previous night. Seeing that the wolves were two in number, my mind ran to Alex and Sandro but I instantly shut it up.
Alex had acted like he was a changed person the last time he came but with the calmness that the wolves had shown, I could not put myself to believe that it could be them.
Not long after, Nurse Sarah came to inform me that I had been discharged from the hospital. The cool breeze hit my face as I stepped outside, and it felt like a breath of fresh air after being cooped up for so long. She walked alongside me, her cheerful voice lifting my spirits a little.
“Maybe you should give him a chance,” she suggested gently as we approached the parking lot where my ride was waiting for me.
I sighed, remembering everything that had happened. I had finally opened up to Sarah about Alex and Sandro-how they bullied me so cruelly but somehow had a strange pull on my heart. It felt odd to think I was mated to them. I couldn’t explain why my body seemed at peace with the idea when my heart screamed otherwise. Initially, when I told Sarah that I was a werewolf, she was scared to even come close to me.
“I thought your kind was only seen in movies,” she had said. After I convinced her that we were not all that bad and that we were still humans, she drew back. “As long as you’re not like the bad ones,” she said.
“Look, I know it’s complicated,” Sarah continued, her eyes kind and understanding. “But sometimes, people can change. You might want to give them that chance.”
Her words echoed in my mind, but I felt a twinge of doubt. “I don’t think I can,” I replied, shaking my head. “The memory of everything they’ve done to me will always stick.”
Sarah smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You can only try, but you can never run away from your fate, Nadia. Just think about it. You know I’ll always be here if you want to talk.”
“Thank you for everything, Sarah,” I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur. I pulled her into a hug, and the warmth of her encouragement surrounded me like a welcoming blanket.
After we parted ways, I hopped into the car that had come to take me home. As the driver navigated the familiar streets, I gazed out the window, lost in thoughts about my unexpected bond with Alex and Sandro. My mind kept swirling in circles, focusing on their faces, their taunts, and that strange connection that still felt so powerful then back to the dream.
When we finally reached my house, I hopped out and paid off the driver. My heart raced as I walked to my front door. But something caught my eye. A flower was waiting for me at the doorpost, delicate petals glimmering in the sunlight. I knelt, a little surprised, and noticed a letter lying on the floor next to it.
I glanced around, half-expecting to see someone lurking nearby, but there was no one. Slowly, my curiosity overcame my caution as I picked up the letter and the flower. The scent of the flower was sweet, filling my senses with warmth, but the letter brought a feeling of foreboding.
I walked inside, closed the door, and leaned against it, my mind racing. I dropped the flower and the letter on the table and made my way to my bed, lying back and feeling exhausted. But just as I was about to drift into my thoughts again, the urge to go through the letter clawed at me. “It’s probably just another message from Alex or Sandro,” I told myself, trying to dismiss it. But the feeling remained, nagging at me like a rock in my shoe.
“You can never be so sure,” my wolf whispered to me. “Why don’t you go through it?”
“Okay, I will!” I said, my tone sounding more frustrated than I intended. I sat up and grabbed the letter from the table, opening it with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.
As I unfolded the paper, my eyes widened in shock. It wasn’t from Alex or Sandro. I blinked rapidly, trying to process the neat handwriting. It was from Jack.
“Hey,” I read the words out like someone was listening to me. “My hands are shaking a bit even as I write you this letter. Lol. Mark told me what happened to you on the day you had the test. I feel really upset that you’ve had to go through a lot just so you could get the grades you deserve. I wish I could be there with you, but I’m not too sure if you would welcome me or ask me to leave, just like the last time.” I paused.
His words hit me like a wave; I could almost hear his voice as I read. He ended the letter by saying he missed me and wished to spend time together again. A smile crept onto my face as I finished reading. I realized how much I had missed Jack-his laugh, his charm, the way he always knew how to brighten a room.
Just then, I heard a gentle knock on my door. My heart raced again. I quickly folded back the letter, my smile fading. Who could it be? I didn’t say anything, waiting in silence. The knock came again, gentle but firm. “Who is it?” I called out, but there was no response.
I carefully stood up and walked over, feeling a mix of trepidation and excitement. I opened the door slowly, peering around the frame, but I didn’t see anyone. Just as I was about to step back inside, I heard a soft voice call my name.
“Nadia,” it came, gentle and loving, and my heart jumped.
I spun around, my breath hitching in my throat as I faced the familiar figure. There, standing at the end of the pathway, was Jack. Shock and surprise washed over me, intertwining like a thrilling dance. “Jack!” I exclaimed, not caring about the noise that spilled from my lips.
Without hesitating, I ran to him, throwing my arms around him in an embrace that felt like coming home after a long journey. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to see him, how much I had missed him until that very moment. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him, my heart swelling with emotion as the world around us faded away.
Jack was surprised at first, his eyes widening, but he quickly melted into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor. We stood there, lost in the moment, the warmth of our bodies blending like a soothing balm.
“Wow, that was unexpected,” he murmured, pulling back slightly, and searching my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts.
“I know! I can’t believe you’re here!” I said, a laugh escaping my lips, overwhelmed by the happiness that bubbled within me.
Jack reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers as we walked back into the house. “I heard about what happened, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t know how I would be received, though,” he admitted, his thumb brushing lightly against my knuckles, sending shivers along my arm.
“I’m glad you came,” I replied, looking up at him, feeling a rush of electricity between us.
Once inside, we settled onto the couch, our hands still linked. The comfortable aura of our connection enveloped us as we began to share stories, catching up on everything that had happened since college. With every word, laughter flowed freely, and the lightness in the air felt intoxicating.
“I heard you had a bit of a rough time lately,” Jack said, his expression turning serious but his gaze gentle. “Are you okay?”
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything flow back in. “It’s been hard, but I’m healing. Sort of,” I admitted, my voice faltering slightly. “Being around Alex and his brother only makes me sick. I wish they could just disappear from my life.”
Jack frowned slightly, concern etched on his face. “They bullied you, didn’t they? I remember how you talked about them in school. You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”
Tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes. It was comforting to have someone who cared. “Thank you for saying that,” I said softly, squeezing his hand. “It means a lot.”
As he spoke, it felt like we were in our little world, where nothing else mattered. I could feel the connection between us growing stronger with each shared secret and laughter. The weight of trauma faded slightly in his presence, replaced by curiosity and warmth.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in easy conversation, but with every shared glance and touch, it felt like something deeper was brewing under the surface. I felt alive, electrified by Jack’s presence, and I realized how much I wanted to hold onto this feeling-both the sweetness of our reunion and the undeniable chemistry sparking between us.
But in the back of my mind, a lingering worry whispered. What would happen when I had to face Alex and Sandro again? Would Jack still want to be around me when they inevitably re-entered the picture? That fear danced like shadows at the edges of my thoughts, but for now, I pushed it aside, choosing to focus on this beautiful moment we shared.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, I allowed myself to lean closer to Jack, resting my head against his shoulder. Everything felt right in that moment, and maybe-just maybe-it was a step toward healing.
But just as I settled into the warmth of his presence, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that change was coming. The world outside moved unknowingly on, while I basked in this slice of tranquility, unaware of how the tides were about to shift.
And as the evening unfolded, I wanted to savor each moment with Jack, to drink in every word and smile shared between us, until the shadows of the past faded ever so slightly away…