Nightingale

Telling the Story

Megan POV*

I walked to her door and knocked. She opened it, and looked beautiful even in the simplest of outfits.

I took note on how her former clothes are snug on her new figure,so we need to go shopping.

"I'm ready to hear your story," I told her.

"Ok."

She led me to the bed and patted the spot next to her.

"I completely understand if after this you don't want to be my mate anymore and kick me out," she rambled.

I grabbed her hand, and she relaxed.

"I doubt that ANYTHING you will say right now could make me not want to be your mate."

"I don't believe that."

"I, Megan Jennifer Fox Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, accept you, Demi Lovato, as my mate."

Her eyes went wide. "Why did you do that? What if you view of me changes? You'll hate me for the rest of your life! You-"

I kissed her. I put everything I felt about her in those 14 hours I've known her into the kiss, which is a lot.

My body felt like it was on fire.

I knew she faced pain, and I put how I wanted to soothe it into the kiss. I knew she was neglected, and I put how I wanted to be there for her into the kiss. And so many more, to protect her, to love her, and to have fun with her.

When she kissed back, I felt the pain I believed her to have. And the neglect I suspected and so much more.

As I cupped her cheek, I noticed it was wet. I pulled away and hugged her.

I whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

*20 minutes later*

Demi pulled away from my embrace took a deep breath and began the story.

"I was born with the name Demetria Devonne Torres, and I was proud of it. My father was Alpha Mike Torres of the Mega-Howl Pack. And my mother, Serene Torres was the Luna. I had an older sister, Gia Torres. And have a younger sister, Madison Torres."

"Did your parents and sister die? Because you add emphasise on the past tenses," I asked her.

"Not exactly. In the beginning, my life was perfect. My dad used to cuddle with me to keep off nightmares. Let me ride his back while he was in wolf form. I called them 'wolfie-back rides'. My older sister and I would paint each other nails, tell secrets, and pull pranks on the pack members. We were known as 'Twisted Sisters' (A/N this is a Grey's Anatomy statement I do not own it). " Tears began building up in her eyes.

"They died. But not literally their love and kindness towards me did because my mom passed. The woman who sang to me. The woman who taught me how to play the piano and guitar.  The woman who painted with me. Who kissed my forehead. The woman who believed I could do great things. She died. She died 4 years ago giving birth to Maddie," some of her tears began to fall, so I wiped them.

"My father turned cold and blamed me for her death because I had asked my mom for a younger sibling. It started off as verbal abuse only from him. Whenever I would sing or play an instrument, he would call me 't-ta-talentless' or 'hor-horrible'. When I did my hair he would ask me 'w-why would I try I'm the u-ug-gly one in the family ​anyway'. It got so bad I would....um...cry myself to sleep. I was 14 years old being a b-baby. Gia would come in the room and cuddle me. Un-u-until he got to her. He manipulated her. Since she was a daddy's girl she BELIEVED him." She started sobbing.

I rubbed her back. "You don't have to keep going."

"No I need to. Once he got Gia on his side, they began taunting me calling me 'fat' and 'ugly' anything they could. One day, Mike was having a bad day, and I f-f-forgot to do the dishes. He ordered a l-line up with EVERYONE in the p-pack. He brought me forward and he had them b-eat me. 3 hits each. There were... 100 pack members. That day he commanded any and every pack member to treat me like shit.

Two years, I was alone. No one loved me. One day I thought I should just e-end it all. My life. My existence. Gone. And I was until she came into my room and h-hugged me and k-kissed me and said she loved me. My baby sister, Maddie. She asked me to sing for her. I hadn't done it for two years but for her I'd do anything so I did. I haven't sung since."

" I was going on a total of four years of abuse. Two since I sang to Maddie. And I was coping with being a punching bag and the Omega. Nevertheless, it got worse. WAY worse. I.... had f-found my mate before you. Kyle Mason future Alpha of the BloodMoon pack. A-and he pulled me..... in the girls bathroom......  r-re-rejected then r-raped ME! I was a virgin!" she was in hysterics.

"Baby don't cry. I'm here It's ok. I got you." I whispered.

"I ran.....away. I abandoned her. My sister. She said I was her hero but I left. I had ran 5-10 miles to here and collapsed. When I was unconscious the moon goddess visited me. With my mom. They are sisters. And they said I'm an elemental goddess and wolf. And a war will approach in 5 years. And.... I'm pregnant," she told me.

I believed it. No matter how foolish my brain said it was, my heart said different.

"Okay. I'm still here." I told her.

"That's not all. Um...they said the child can be yours instead of the rapist biologically IF we do 3 things," I nodded encouraging her to continue.

"Accept, mark, and mate with each other before I have the child in 4 months since Were's pregnancies are fast. That's my story." She got up walking to the drawers.

I grabbed her arm softly and pulled her into my lap.

"Where are you going?"

"Packing. I don't want to ruin your life with my heavy baggage." She confided in me.

"Did you know we will have 1 out of the 3 requirements done if you say a simple sentence?" I informed her. I was willing to do this for I love the 18 year old.

"I, Demi Lovato, accept you, Megan Jennifer Fox Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, as my mate," she stated happily.

"Now we can carry the load together," I told her leaning in to kiss her plump pink lips.

She kissed me back softly filled with love and gratitude.

I was glad to hold up some of her baggage if it meant she could walk easier.