The Sirens Song

Chapter 12

"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes."

- William Gibson

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Chapter 12

We had finally finished the torture of writing invations. I think my hand died. Seriously. I've never felt this way before. Who knew that writing can be so affective torture? It was like a living hell. My hand has officily stopped functioning. And I don't think that's a very good thing. No, it most defentilty is not. Carla is lucky, she can write with both her hands and was trading between the two, I on the other hand. Well let's just say, the next time someone asks me to write something I will dig my-self in a hole and die. But I will make someone else dig it because I am truly undeniably exauted.

Carla on the other hand didn't seemed to mind the constact complaining I made. You would have think that by now her ears would be bleeding out. I asked her about it. She said she got so annoyed with me she casted a spell to prevent her from hearing me and only me. She could still hear everybody else. But me? No. Apparently I am just that annoying. Great. At least Dylan didn't seem to mind. Or maybe he did, and are just really good at hiding it. Whatever.

I am currently lying on a couch somewhere in that gigantic mansion. I don't know where though. This place is huge. And I am in no rush to find out. When they find me they are going to make me endure more of that torture. Why can't they do it? Oh, I know. It is supposed to make the other Alpha's feel special. Apparently they will know if it wasn't me. Somehow. Personally I think they are just using me to get out of doing it them-selfs. That is so cruel. They are so cruel.

My eyes were slowly closing and I was coming closer and closer to sleep whe a voice brutally wokie me up again. People have been doing that a lot lately.

"Luna! Luna!" a little girl maybe five six years old with bright blue eyes and light white blonde hear came in and jumped on top of me. She was grining widely obvisouly pleased with something she made. And then she shoved me it. It was a draving of me and Dylan outside the mansion. Sorry. Pack house that I've learned it's called. It was beautiful. Even I couldn't draw like that. And ther on the side next to me was she holding my hand a huge smile on her face and the text me, daddy and mommy under. It broke my heart. Dylan had a daughter? How come I didn't know this?

A sound by the door caught my attention and I turned my head slightly only to be looking directly at my mate. He had a paniced expression on his face and his eyes held fear. I lookied at him with tears in my eyes and he silently came over lifting the girl up, putting her down on the floor and telling her to go back to her room. That we will have more fun tomorrow. He then turns to me yet again and looks me deeply in the eyes before sitting down on the comfortable blue coach next to me, attempting to take my hand but I mopve it away just in time. He had a daughter and didn't tell me?

"I know this looks bad´" he started. I nodded, this did look bad. he continued. "but she isn't really my daughter. I adopted her when she was two. My best friend and his mate died leaving her parent-less. They didn't have any ither living realatives then her grandmother and she is truly a bitch. Sorry. She is not so comferble around children. So I adopted her as my daughter." by the time he finished speaking I had tears rolling down my cheeks. He adopted his best friends child knowing his mate might not approve of it and he still did it.

I nodded: " What's her name?"

"Max" he said. "Max Raven Reyes Mikeals. Reyes is her fathers last name." he explained. I liked it. Max was a pretty and strong name. And she seemed like a nice kid. But did she know...?

"Does she know that she's adopted?"  

"No." he answered the questen without any hesitation.

"Do you ever plan on telling her?"

"When she's eighteen" he said "and an adult."

"Oh..." I looked down on my hands. I could understand if he didn't want to tyell her, and if he didn't then I wasn't going to. It wasn't my secret to tell. I had others secrets to tell. Later. When they know I'm not an threat. And are too attached to kill me.

He looked at me. "I won't say anything. It's your secret to tell." he looked relieved and slightly uneasy.

"You don't mind? Your not mad?"

"No. She's seems like a sweet kid." And she did.

"She is." he said with pride in his voice. He obviously did care for her like a father would. Wait would we even be able to have kids of our own? How would that even work? What kind would our child belong to?  

A slamming door brought me out of my thaughts and I let ut a sigh before lying back down on the couch. I wanted to sleep. I really wanted to sleep. 

Just as I was about to fall back to sleep the door opened again but I didn't pay much attention to is as I was basically already sleeping. I think I felt someone stroke my hair out of my face but ti could have all been a dream. Next thing I know I am sleeping and dreaming about unicorns sand rainbows.

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wow... that was one bad chapter... :(  so he has a daughter! bet you didn't expect that did ya!  ;)

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