Sh'lera 2: Revenge of the Rejected

27: Later that Day

Sh'lera's POV

Six hours, six long hours of sinful sex with Adam. I had just lost my Pride and Diginity, 

I healed bruises, cuts, and scraps all over my body.

Healed kickeys and love bites through our time just now. I couldn't feel my legs so I waited in the lobby a few minutes. 

When I felt better I was walking home, I didn't get anything done besides having sex. That was on my list I guess my body knew something my brain didn't. 

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I was whipping up some dinner when Belle came home, just 30 minutes after the boys. They were already out having fun, I was still on the buzz of the wine. 

"Welcome home Belle," I called once I heard the door open and picked up the scent of vanilla. Her hair was jet black like a raven, her eyes were still shinning emerald an amazing color. "Hi mom," 

Her pale skin was glowing, suddenly I winced at the faint smell that was around, then was gone. "What's wrong mom?" I know I didn't smell the scent of pregnancy, "Nothing," 

"Aw you made sweets how wonderful mom," She said walking in and taking a cookie off the plate, I smiled, "Yes I did a summer treat, have fun?" I asked in a calm tone. 

"Mom I wanted to talk to you, are the boys here?" She whispered sitting on the stool to the counter. Oh damn we were gonna have the sex talk, I can't do this. As a mother I was just prepared to tell the boys not the girl. That was a whole different ball park. 

"No it's just us," I managed to sound very calm, how do I do it sometimes is beyond me!

"I want you to meet Anothy," Okay maybe this will be easy, let's just hope I don't rip off his head. I went back to whipping the batter and preparing the pan to put it in. "Well where is he? When do you want to do this?" 

"Umm after you put the cake in, I want to set some rules." She said slowly and it made me cautious. What the hell was she talking about. "Rules?" 

"Anothy is different from other boys," My nerves were shot, where was the damn wine when you need it?! I held onto the spoon a little tighter and stared at her. 

She removed herself from the stool and moving towards the couch. I went back to making the cake, putting the batter in the pan and soon putting it on the oven and setting a timer. 

I wiped my hands on a rag, took off my apron and untied my hair. I went into the living room and sat next to Belle who was fiddling with her fingers. She did the same thing I would do a lot. I reached over and held her hands. 

"Mom, I want you to meet him first because I know you you'll be able to handle it." 

I gave her a fixed curious look, "Handle it?" 

"You're my mom, the Luna, you trust me." She begged holding my hands tight. I nodded wanting to understand her crypitc talk. 

"Oh I'm just offended how you could ever think I couldn't trust you, Belle I trust you with all my heart." I said sternly making sure to understood every word, she nodded and we were on the same page. 

"Okay let's see him," I smiled at her removing my hand from her grip and holding her face to kiss her forehead. She smiled when our eyes met. 

We left the house and turned towards the woods. We didn't go far maybe a few miles, "Anothny!" Belle called out in the quiet woods, I wore my brown leather boots along with my cardign.

She turned to me with a hopeful face, "He's here." 

My face was hopeful with a smile, until I smelled the strongest, most insane, disgusting, way-too-icy , way-too-sweet scent ever. I know this might sound odd but it was like pancakes with bleach.

Now here me out,  I think that vampires smell like a mixture of bleach and pancakes, pancakes drenched in syrup that have been sitting out for days or maybe weeks. Or maybe just syrup that's severely pasted it's expiration date. That mixed with the stinging smell of bleach would definitely burn a werewolf's nose.

But oddly enough on the flipside I was smelling now a how different scent. I swear I was smelling a vampire and now an angel! Angels smell like strawberries and oranges and grapefruits and tangerines and pineapples and mangos and coconuts and passion fruits and apples.

I shake my head away from all the scents and didn't know how Belle dealt with all the scents, I can't even handle Adam's scent sometimes, 

"Oh mom it's okay," Belle said knowing my face all too well. I knew she was a girl, She didn't smell danger like a mother, like a Luna. I growled within, struggling with my wolf. She was dying to come out and defend. 

"Mom please!" Belle's voice was shrevling away, my wolf was clouding my judgement. That smell was the most horrifying thing, how did Belle deal with this? "Is she alright?" I heard another voice and I couldn't control it anymore. 

I was torn between two enemies! Angels are just too perfect and when combined with any creature turn from angel to dark angel making them even more powerful. Look us werewolves just hate Angels because their sneaky, 

And don't even get me started on vampires, I was torn between killing Belle's boyfriend now or later. Really I was torn and saddened at the fact I might have to kill him later but found myself looking forward to it, if it came down to it. To rip him apart would be a dream come true. 

Oh it's my wolf, I needed to shake her. 

I growled again, "Mom please," I shook off as much as I could, turning around and taking inhales. I tried to breathe and calm down my nerves. I felt the turning of my stomach and I groaned as a human and roared as a wolf in a second. 

I turned and saw Belle defending Anthony, "Mom please stop! Mom don't do this!" She screamed and I couldn't control myself anymore. "Belle get away from him because-because he's a-" My voice echoed through my mind. 

Tears rolling down her face, "I thought she would understand," She thought and that cut deep. I had to try at least, if I was struggling with this so badly how would my husband, the freaking Alpha handle this. 

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It's crazy how after all this drama of shame, Sh'lera still calls Adam her husband.