Our Pain

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Previously on Our Pain:

"jug." I exclaimed not any louder than a whisper. His eyes were turning red on their own!! How was that even possible??

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Betty pov
"what?"

"your eyes..."

"what's with my eyes Betts??"

"they-they're, they're turning red, you're becoming an alpha, on your own."

"what?! Tha-that's not possible, look deeper, m-maybe you didn't see right, I can't become an alpha... Unless-"

"unless you're a true alpha, oh my god!!"

"I-i, betty..."

"hey hey, it's alright juggie, we'll figure it out okay? All of it. Together."

"together." he said as he leaned forward, intentions to kiss me.

"hey there little fellas." was heard from behind me, I turn my head around to see Annette.

"Annette!! You're back. Wait how did you know we were here?"

"sure am Eliza. And well, locator spell." I looked in confusion at her, no one nicknames me from my real name. It's always nicknames from betty, like Betts or bett, or b. And how does she even know my name?? I didn't tell her what my birth name is. Noticing my confused look, she sighs then looks down. "I guess it's time for explanations isn't it?"

We both nodded our heads. She sighs again and motions for us to follow her.

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Once we arrived at the place Annette was leading us to, she gestures for us to sit on the big rock disposed on the floor in front of us, as she sits on the smaller one, opposite ours.

"lizzie, arthu-jughead, I mean jughead, there's a lot I need to explain to you, it's like a very VERY long story that will probably take more than two hours for me to tell you, and I need all your attention directed to me okay?"

"okay just cut to the chase and stop postponing whatever this is." said my cute little mate in a harsh tone, I give him a look and he immediately mutters a small 'sorry'.

"it's alright I get where your frustration comes from, it's just-it's really hard for me, and if like in the middle of the story you see a devilishly hot man come here just ignore his presence and keep your attention to me okay?"

"yeah okay. You can take all the time that you need Annette." she nodded her head then let out a small sigh for the probably hundredth time today.

"it all started when me and lizzie were 23...

... We had recently been ordered by our boss to go fetch some water, we worked in a small bakery, we weren't paid enough and we knew that, but at the time, whatever us witches could find was fitting enough for us, we were always being sold as slaves if a human found out our true nature, so we never complained and were happy with what we were able to get. On our way to the nearby river, we bumped into two handsome men, one of the most handsome ones in our village, they were very built, it looked as if they have been running for hours on end. Sweat dripping from their forheads. Arms-"

"okayy, okay we get it, they were very hot, more than hot even, can we move on now?" she eyed me teasingly and continued on with her story.

"so... As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," she glares at me before continuing "we bumped into them, and well, it all started from there, those two charming boys were named Forsythe, and Gio. Let's start with Forsythe's story, he was a little wolf, his father LOVED the name Forsythe, so he called his son Forsythe. This young, handsome boy, later got a sister, that wouldn't stop calling him 'jug', Forsythe was too hard for her to pronounce, so for some unknown reason she kept calling him jug, she could've given him a nickname after his real name, but she really liked the name jug and no-one complained. By the time Filla (his younger sister) was six, Forsythe was already fifteen and considered independent. One day, his mother asked of Forsythe to go get bread for the meal. It took a bit of time for him to come back, as it was a Sunday and the market would be full on Sundays. When he came back to his home, where his pack and family lived, he saw all of them slaughtered, none of them was alive, he identified each and every one of them to see if there was someone missing or still alive somehow. But zero. There wasn't one soul alive, but what he did notice, was taht his favorite uncle's body was missing, so he searched, and searched and searched. He was soo heartbroken, all his family and close friends were slaughtered, he was the only one alive, and hopefully his favorite uncle Galen, but he didn't want to get his hopes up just to get let down once again, until one week later, he found his uncle sitting near his childhood bestfriend's house. He called for him, and when his uncle saw his nefew alive and well, he engulfed him in one of the biggest hugs Forsythe has ever had. From that day on, Forsythe decided to call himself 'Jughead', in honor of his little baby sister that had to die at such a young age. His full name was now Jughead Forsythe Jones. He of course let his original name, in honor of his beautiful parents. After finding well paying jobs for him and his uncle, they built a little cottage near Jug's bestfriend's house, with the little money that they possessed.

He always was kind to everyone, and everyone loved him, it was just impossible not to love him. He was too precious for the village, they would do anything to see him happy, because his smile, brightened the darkest of rooms. Everyone loved him as their own son or brother, well, everyone except one person, Georges Aetós, Gio Aetós' identical twin brother... "

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Soo,,, things are getting juicyy, it's finally time for some explanations y'all!¡!¡ Soo now we're done with Forsythe, mmm, I wonder who's story next chapter will be about *evilly smirking* guess you'll have to wait one week to find out.

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