Always & Forever Mikaelson Children

Chapter Three

Trigger warning: mentions the of loss a baby, mother's grief, ect.

Yocelyn

I've never felt this free; the feeling of the wind blowing through my fur, made me feel faster than I really was. My eyesight was heightened, so I could pick out little things I wouldn't have with my naked eye. The adrenaline rushed through my veins which caused a smile to grow on my face. The freedom I experienced running in my wolf form was beyond amazing. I don't understand why my uncle doesn't do this more often. Sure it hurt, but it was definitely worth all 206 bones breaking.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I actually belonged. Cliché, I know.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I always felt like I was the odd one out. Coraliz was like me, yes, but she was always fine with not triggering her werewolf curse. I, on the other hand, had always felt like I was missing a part of myself.

Again I know, cringe, but I had always wanted to trigger my werewolf side to be metaphorically closer to my mother. My father would always shut my idea down since it would mess with my "humanity." Obviously, I know seven year old me would have no business killing a living person, but I was older now. Regardless of my newfound maturity, my father still wasn't on board with my dormant werewolf side activating.

I'm sure I've made it quite clear that my werewolf side activating is really important to me which is why I had been the mastermind behind the witch's death. In my defense, she had no right to be threatening my family; she had it coming to her.

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3rd Pov

The twins were currently laying down in their bed in the little warm cabin; the same cabin where they had murdered Sophie Deveraux. They were beyond exhausted; with bags under their eyes, and both their hair looked like rat nests.

Hayley gazed at them with a smile; they were beyond adorable. She looked down at her own stomach with a sad expression. The child that was being used as leverage over The Evil Hybrid Klaus was now gone, and she couldn't have done anything to stop it.

Hayley felt her throat tighten before tears started forming in her eyes. She fell to the ground with a soft thunk; tilting her head up towards the ceiling; trying to prevent any tears from falling down her cheeks.

The first tear inevitably fell, and the rest followed in an unbroken chain. The truth is she didn't know why she was so heartbroken over the sudden loss. She had only been carrying the magical creature for a couple of weeks and was pretty close to poisoning it, and yet for some reason, she felt completely miserable.

Hayley let out a silent cry as thoughts of what she had hoped would happen flooded through her head; she was looking forward to seeing her baby take its first step, hell, even its first fall. She wrapped her arms around her legs as she placed her head on her knees; the tears soaking her light-washed jeans. She bit her lip, holding in the scream she wanted to desperately let out.

Hayley and the wins were much alike. They all bottled up their emotions; not wanting to cry and be deemed as weak.

Hayley quickly got overwhelmed which led to old repressed feelings rising to the surface. Hayley struggled to keep quiet, biting on her bottom lip which sent drops of blood dripping down her shirt. The blood stained her shirt as she examined it through her blurry vision.

How could she live with all this pain? She couldn't hold it in anymore, and that led Hayley, the woman who had kept up her persona for years, finally broke. She let out an ear screeching cry of pain and sent a wooden chair crashing into the wall which awoke the twins.