Hudson:
She looked broken in that room, her body now sleeping next to me. The witch had given me a black box, her chest rising up and down. Fresh cuts covering her whole body, the old witch saying that her old scars had come back to life. Apparently, she ripped at her face in the end with her claws. Shame dimmed my eyes, the bed creaking as I sat up. Pulling out a black box, my trembling fingers opened it. How could I not see the abuse? Ripping off the cover, photos of us flashed back up at me. The first one was when we were six years old, her blue summer dress making her look beautiful. Her chocolate brown eyes hid the pain of her life rather well, her arms wrapped around my waist. Scarlet burned my cheeks, her lips were kissing my cheek in the photo. Faded bruises covered her face, her excuse was that she had fallen a lot. Moving onto the next one, she always made me take a bunch of photos. Shifting through them, a small smile curled on my lips. The two of us stood back to back in matching cop uniforms, her sixteen year old self kissing my cheek again. Touching my cheek, heat rose to my cheeks. Whenever I was having a bad day, she would peck me on the cheek much to the dismay of my many girlfriends. Every time I broke up with a girl, she would spend the night at my place and hold me. How could I have been such a fool this whole time? She was telling me that she loved me all the time, growing up. My mind went back to a special memory of when we were six years old.
"If we never find our mates, will you marry me?" She asked softly, her six year old eyes gazing warmly up at me. "I don't want to be alone forever." Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, a black and blue greeted my eyes. Tucking her knees to her chest, she sat in between my legs. Wrapping my arm around her, she gave me her real smile.
"Where did you go?" She asked sweetly, shaking me out of my trance. "Do you want me to make you a bit of breakfast?" Clutching her close to my chest, her eyes fell on the box on my bed. A small smile brightened her face, her fingers wrapping around the last photo we ever took together. It was her eighteenth birthday, her white summer dress hugging her figure while my eyes gazed down at her lovingly. The black suit I wore was out of place but she had asked me to wear it just for that day, her lips pressed to my cheeks.
"I kissed you on the cheeks every time you had a bad day because it was a quick glimpse of being your girlfriend. It was stupid of me." She continued softly, her fingers tracing my bare chest. "You would always let me do it. Why?" Kissing the top of her head, I chuckled lightly to myself. She looked so cute right now, the tender blush on her cheek making me blush.
"I loved it when you did it." I admitted sheepishly, attempting to look away. "So much that I kind of pretended to have bad days more often." Cocking her brow, she cupped my face. A knock on my door alerted us, James popping his head in. A red invitation sat in his hand with a couple of black boxes in his other arm, him setting them just outside the door. A black car honked outside, Sir Bloodsworth was waving up at us. Opening the envelope, it was an invitation to a ball. I thought that they didn't exist still, him tapping on his watch. Tossing her a box, her breath hitched. Running into the bathroom, the shower turned on real quick. Turning it off in a couple of minutes, she came out clean. Her scent makes me want to hold her, tossing on a black bra. She tossed a sea of golden silk over the head, the simple silk dress hugging her just right. The silk clung to her baby bump, her tossing me a black suit. Throwing it on, she pulled out a camera.
"Let's take a picture, like the old times." She offered excitedly, kissing my cheek as she snapped a photo. "Perfect. A white square with a black center printed out of the camera. Shaking it, she pressed it into my palm. A tender blush rose to my cheek, She looked flawless, her wet hair hanging around her face. The sweetheart neckline emphasized her breasts, shock twisting my face. Clenching it close to my chest, she pulled me downstairs. The golden heels sat on the bed, her worn black boots peeking out from the bottom of her hem. The door opened for us, Sir Bloodsworth passing us both a mask, a mischievous grin sitting on his face.
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The Secrets of a Luna
Werewolf"How dare you try to reject her, you fucking freak! You hurt my friend, so I am going to hurt you." She threatened powerfully, grabbing him by his throat. "You will try to like her, and at least give her a damn chance. I am Alpha Hudson's mate. G...
