Fated

Chapter 14

(Molly)

They both looked at each other cautiously before walking down silently. Whoever it was knocked on the door to the beat o f Potential Break Up Song by Aly and Aj . She smiled at the fact, but then Thomas’ father threw her a look and she stopped.  They both reached the door and Molly reached for the door handle. Her father growled low at her and she snarled, she was really getting sick and tired of his shit. She opened the door slowly and let out a cry when she saw who it was. There he stood, bruised and burned, alive. She fell to her knees and sobbed.

“She’s prettier in person.” The female said and Molly looked to her. Threat, her wolf growled and growled in her mind. Molly didn’t care, she couldn’t tear her eyes off her mate. He sunk to the floor in front of her and she cried harder, it was a dream. A sick and twisted dream that she needed to wake up from. She pinched herself and blinked over and over but she wouldn’t wake up. She reached out and touched his handsome face. He nuzzled her hand at the contact and she brought herself closer to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. As much as she could, anyway, with the baby belly.

“Molly, I’m so sorry.” His voice was more gruff than it was and her wolf basked in the sound.

“Shh, just don’t talk for a minute. Ok?” She asked through tears and put her nose to his neck. She inhaled a deep sniff and shivered at his smoky scent.

“Uh, I hate to interrupt this love fest thing going on here.” The female said and Molly peeked at her. She was pretty, she had long black hair, a petite figure and freckles. The girl from our dream, her wolf said dreamily and the girl looked to her.

“I reckon you’ve seen me before?” She asked with a small smile and Molly nodded.

“You do know that fate brought me here, brought him to me?” She asked, her smile getting larger, and Molly nodded again.

“I think his daddy would like a hug, he’s having a breakdown over here.” She said softly and Molly nodded. She looked to Thomas who seemed oblivious about their conversation and she leaned down to his ear.

“Go to your father, I have to talk to her.” She whispered and he squeezed her closer to him.

“I let you go before because of my foolishness, not gonna do it again.” He growled in her ear, making a wave of pleasure go through her wolf. Her wolf was practically telling her to dry hump him in front of everybody, the little skank, as she nuzzled against his own wolf.

“Please. Please let go for me.” She said quietly and slowly he let his grip go.

“You’ve 5 minutes. Then you are to upstairs and wait in the bed for me. Understood?” He told her and his eyes twirled amber.

“Make it 10 and we’ve a deal.” She said and he narrowed his eyes on her.

“8.” He said, not wanting to go that high.

“9.” She said and he gave her a brisk nod. She smiled and kissed his lips. How she dreamed of doing this very thing, kissing his sweet lips. His taste was still the same, smoky and sweet at the same time. Beautiful and delicious.

“Ahem, talking.” The girl said, amusement dancing in her voice. Molly broke the kiss apart slowly and tasted him on her lips. She couldn’t get enough of him. She closed her eyes and backed away from him, she looked up at his father. He did look like he was falling apart, but struggling to hold the pieces together. She tapped his hand softly and smiled when he looked down at her.

“You can let it go, no one is going to judge you.” She said softly and slowly, bit by bit, he let the tears fall a he reached for  his son.

“Dad.” Thomas whispered and they both hugged. What was weird, though, was the fact that Thomas shed no tears. Everybody had to cry, it was a way to let go of stress or anger. Everybody had to do it. Right?