Winnie pulled the silverware basket out of the dishwasher, humming softly. She had just made a fresh batch of cookies, and was cleaning up her mess.
The timer beeped, and she moved to the oven to pull out her last batch, placing them on the rack to cool.
She returned to her task, drifting off as she did so. It had been a crazy few months, and she was happy. Her head was clear, and her heart was full. She was cared for, protected, loved.
She did wish she knew more about her past, before Thomas that is. Was she just sold for money? Who were her parents? Christian was still digging, so maybe one day she would know.
She gasped as the knife she was rinsing slid across her thumb. She shook her head. She should have been paying attention.
The water turned pink and her stomach twisted. She turned off the water, wrapping her injury in a towel. She squeezed it tight.
The first aid kit was in their bedroom upstairs. She was fine. She could make it up there.
But as soon as she stepped away from the counter, everything blurred. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her ears started to ring. She struggled to suck in air to breathe.
Christian was the one who knew something wasn't right. He raced down the steps from his office with Lex on his heels.
Winnie was hunched over, baring her weight on the counter. He reached for her, looking for the cause of her panic.
"Shit, she cut her finger a little bit," Lex said, eyeing the bit of blood seeping through the towel. He did not know she was squeamish. "I'll go get a band-aid."
Christian lifted Winnie up, carrying her to the sofa. Hopefully she wouldn't pass out, but if she did, she wouldn't be able to hurt herself further.
"Honey," he cooed, cupping her cheeks. "It's okay. We'll get you all fixed up. Take a deep breath. Match me." He placed her uninjured hand on his chest, taking exaggeratedly deep breaths.
"There you go," he encouraged. "Good job."
She focused, dropping her exhausted head on his chest.
"I don't even know what that was about," she mumbled.
He rubbed her back. "It's okay. It happens. Panic likes to come out of nowhere."
Lex returned with the kit, dropped down and taking her hand. He removed the towel from her thumb and she gave another little gasp, hiding her face in Christian's chest. She didn't like the feeling. Not so much that it hurt, but it reminded her of her panic.
Lex cleaned it gently, before wrapping it in a pretty bandage.
"There you go, Win," he said. "All fixed."
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Because of Them
Werewolf𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. --- Winnie has been enslaved her whole life. It isn't until she comes across her three mates, Christian, Wilder and Lex, that she learns how...
