The morning came fast and i was greatful. My dreams had been extremely realistic and left me with a feeling i could not pinpoint.
I got out of the bed and walked around the room and saw the crib. It hit me like bricks. I had not dreamed it at all david was here. I ran to the crib but he was gone. Quickly i ran out the room searching for the baby. The sun was not even up yet the stove clock read 5:45. I turned around and there they were. Both cuddled together sleeping on the couch.
Her heart skipped and then i remembered my father. Frantically i ran to the bathroom closed the door and breath deeply looking in the mirror.
Then i noticed that i was different.
Hair the same face the same eyes all look the same but something is off.
I stood there for awhile trying to pinpoint it. But nothing came to me I couldnt figure it out.
Then i saw him standing there behind me
He just gazed at me from the door.
Then he said softly "your mark"
I certainly do not understand i said to him then my face flashed
I jerked around to the mirror turning my head and looking at my mark.
It was gone just like that. Im dreaming i have to be dreaming. I said
No your not william replyed. Stepping to me.
I felt the jolt and jitters run threw my body. Why does he make me feel like this?
He reach for me and said it again
You are mine and i am yours.
What? I asked stupidly
Like i missed something or he was speaking in a different language.
Then he said lets talk.
We walked to the room were he had placed david sleeping in the crib. David always was a good baby and good sleeper. Then i remebered
My father i said juping to my feet
William grabbed my arm and said
Ssshhhh.....
Dont worry calm down.
Calm down, calm down.... How can i calm down you have his heir to the pack.
I quickly panic.
And william stopped and said there is not pack.
What? I asked jerking my head at him.
William was silent for a moment then he told me what he had done.
As i sat there calm and almost lost i wondered if this was a trick. Like some game they are playing on me to see how far i will go then they beat me for it.
William asked me if i was okay and quickly i said yes ser. Not thinking really just giving the programmed response that my father beat into me.
Angry william grabbed me afaid of being smack again i covered my face.
William then remembered that he had hit her for being marked by that lowlife bastered that claimed to be her father. He let me go quickly and then wrapped his arms around me. I cried again but this time i kept them under control.
He then stepped back and said its time to go home. He turned from me picked up the baby who was now cooing at him and took him to the car.
Home what home were is home?
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Purple Moon
WerewolfLillian has never felt loved her whole life. Not from her parents or other family. Beaten and abused then sold like cattle to a wealthy family she just wished she had a mate to bond with and love her. But a mate was not in her future. She was stripp...
