Fight With Me

Chapter 18

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FREYA'S POV

As soon as I finished astral projecting with Hope, I dove straight into research mode. Hours passed in a blur of books and scrolls, my heart racing with each discovery. Finally, I stumbled upon a text detailing the rare phenomenon Hope and Josie were experiencing: some werewolves become marked with a symbol once they've found their soulmate.

It's rare, I thought, the weight of it settling heavily in my chest. But it explains everything.

The book described how a wolf in this state becomes more protective, possessive, and instinctually attuned to their soulmate. Their wolf traits—eyes, teeth, strength—intensify, especially if the bond is denied. The only way to truly satisfy the wolf? Claim their soulmate.

I exhaled deeply, understanding why Hope had been acting... different.

"Keelin! Come here, I need your help with something!" I called, just as she entered the room. Her eyes lit up when I kissed her quickly on the cheek.

"What's up?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

I handed her the book. "Hope has a soulmate. Both she and her girlfriend have marks of wolves on their skin. Look at this."

Keelin flipped through it, her expression shifting from intrigue to disbelief. "I've heard of this, but never actually seen it. The miracle baby keeps impressing," she chuckled, admiration clear in her voice.

"But how do we tell Hope? She's going to freak."

"Simple. We go there in person," Keelin said. "Spend some time with her... and Josie, was it?"

After a quick discussion, we packed, sent a text to Hope letting her know we were coming, and boarded the private jet to Mystic Falls.

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The entrance was quiet when we arrived, until a blur shot from the woods. Hope leapt into my arms, and everything clicked.

"Hi, Hope," I murmured into her ear. She hugged Keelin briefly before running toward Josie.

"Look! Aunt Freya, Keelin, this is my girlfriend, Josie!" she beamed.

Josie extended her hand, and we greeted her politely, exchanging warm smiles before retreating to Hope's room to discuss what we'd discovered.

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JOSIE'S POV

The tension in the room was tangible as we settled in. I couldn't pinpoint why, but something about the way Freya and Keelin looked at Hope made my chest tighten.

Freya spoke first. "We don't want you to freak out... this isn't bad. But—"

"But what?" Hope interrupted, curiosity and apprehension lacing her voice.

Taking a deep breath, Freya revealed, "You... and Josie are soulmates."

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HOPE'S POV

The words hit me like a tidal wave. Soulmates. Not sad, not scary... overwhelmingly beautiful. I glanced at Josie, her smile radiant, and instinctively grabbed her hand.

Keelin suggested we stay at the compound to process everything, but I was already lost in my own thoughts.

The door clicked shut, and reality returned. I turned to Josie, who watched me intently.

"I don't—" I started, but she cut me off.

"It's okay if you're not ready for this soulmate thing," she said softly, a tentative smile on her lips.

My heart hammered. No, it wasn't that—I was just trying to process it. Urgency surged through me. I grabbed her hand, dragging her toward the car.

"Where are we going, Hope?" she asked, concern and curiosity mixed in her tone.

I didn't respond. Just whispered, "Treehouse." Then silence fell for the rest of the drive.

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JOSIE'S POV

Confusion washed over me as we arrived at the treehouse. Hope was silent, distracted, darting through the rooms. I followed quietly, watching her fill a glass with water before disappearing downstairs into the game room.

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HOPE'S POV

I paced the game room, frustration bubbling as I threw balls at the clown game. Thoughts of the soulmate revelation tangled in my mind.

Josie appeared behind me. "What's going on? Did I do something?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

I scoffed, turning away—but her hurt expression made me pause. Why was I being like this?

Realizing I needed to talk, I rushed upstairs, heart hammering.

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JOSIE'S POV

I followed quickly. "Hope!" I called, voice steady but urgent.

"WHAT?" she snapped, trying to keep walking.

I blocked her path. "HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON, SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND TALK TO ME!"

Her eyes widened, but she complied, sitting beside me.

"You can't be upset with me and not tell me why. Is it because you don't know how to tell me you don't want to be soulmates? Because—"

I never finished. She kissed me fiercely, cutting me off.

"Don't you ever say that again," she growled, intensity and desperation blazing in her eyes.

Clarity hit me. She cares—but something is holding her back.

Pulling away, I whispered, "I'm sorry."

She tilted my chin, brushing her lips near my ear. "What was that, love? Couldn't quite hear you." Her breath sent shivers down my spine. She nibbled gently, igniting a fire inside me.

"I'm sorry!" I repeated, louder, hoping it would soothe her.

"Good girl," she murmured, voice low and sultry.

Before I could react, she was on top of me, pressing me to the bed. Electricity surged as our desires collided. I spread my legs instinctively, silently urging her forward.

"Hope..." I gasped as her fingers traced teasingly along my thigh, eliciting whimpers. "You get turned on so easily at my touch," she teased, a smirk on her lips.

Her touch inched closer, heat pooling between us. "Mmm... so wet for me, pretty," she murmured. I squirmed, desperate for more.

"Hope, please," I begged.

"Cum for me, baby," she coaxed, and I lost myself in waves of pleasure crashing over me.

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Afterward, we lay entangled, breathless and warm.

"That'll teach you never to doubt my love for you again," she said, smirking as I cuddled into her.

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