After a pleasant time with Kiara- who left to return to her father’s company- Forrest has spent the rest of the day tending to his own company’s business. Be it to fill out some forms, look over his employee’s works, and speaking to his many clients. As he worked throughout the rest of the day, he could not understand why, but that nagging feeling of incompleteness still had its hold on him.
Truth be told, he had been getting this odd feeling for the past few years now. At first, he thought it was because he was in disbelief that he was finally together with Kiara, without having to keep up the whole ‘married’ act with the human he bought. If not that, then perhaps there was something in that roast beef the human made that had a funny side effect, but that couldn’t be possible. For after all, as a werewolf, he would’ve sniffed something out if she had smeared it with anything suspicious. But it truly tasted like a good roast beef- the best he’s had, if he would dare say it. Even Kiara was fine after having some. Besides that, it has been years since then.
‘Why the hell do I still feel… unsatisfied?’ he questioned himself, raising a hand to his chest. ‘Here especially. Something just feels off…’
“It seems there’s an incident up ahead, Master Riverdale. We may arrive home at a later time than usual,” his driver informed.
“That is fine,” he simply waved off.
Now that work was done for the day, Forrest was on his way home. He had his window down, intended to enjoy the nightly breeze during the car ride, but with the traffic going on, the wind was far too slow for him to enjoy.
‘So much for wanting to feel the breeze,’ he thought, leaning his head against his knuckles, with his arm by the door panel.
“You really didn’t have to do this,” he then heard from afar.
Forrest looked out the window, where he saw a couple of humans standing on the sidewalk. Judging from how the female had her arms wrapped around the male’s, it was easy for anyone to tell they were together.
“I know. But I wanted to. You finally got promoted! What’s there to not celebrate?” the female exclaimed.
“How about the fact that I’ve been keeping you alone all these months? Even though I really wanted to be with you, instead of doing nothing but work…” the male said.
Forrest would’ve scoffed at the human’s claim, if not for the fact that he practically did the same thing with Kiara. Then again, it was not as though he chose to never contact her prior to their reunion a few years back. Ever since he was exiled out of his pack to the human realm by her father- Alpha Keegan- the Alpha had been making sure he never so much as to even write to his daughter. As such, it was mostly a given that the pair would not have heard from each other, and instead would have a growing desire to see one another more.
‘Guy made a right choice in doing that,’ he thought, glancing at the couple from afar. ‘It may be tough, doing so much work. However, what’s the harm if it means being with the one you love in the end?’
“Nelson, I told you. I don’t mind it at all. I understand the struggles you’ve been going through. Why else would I be supporting you all this time? Making visits to you, cooking you lunch from time to time? I want to be with you always.”
Forrest turned their way at the female’s words. ‘She did what? Does she want her mate to fail in business? Distractions like that would only hinder his success.’ That was what made him and Kiara different from those two humans, and werewolves better than humans. ‘At least for us, we respect boundaries.’
The car resumed its drive then as the light turned green. With the engine running and wind blowing, most people would not be able to hear what else was said after that. For a werewolf with sharp ears like Forrest, though, he could faintly hear, "I'm so glad I have you.”
Forrest felt disgusted then. The male was happy his female was distract him? And here he had assumed humans want to succeed in life. If these humans can focus more on their tasks over the reason for doing it, they could get somewhere in their lives, as Forrest had. He who rose from the bottom after his banishment from his pack, all so he could gain Alpha Keenan's blessings to be with his mate. Then again, since his exile, he and Kiara were strictly forbidden from seeing one another, which made it easier for him to not get distracted. Furthermore, as werewolves, they are undyingly loyal to their mates; he did not need to worry about Kiara having an affair with another. He would’ve known if she was.
‘Still, it is ridiculous how mentally weak these humans are,’ he thought regardless.
Just as he thought that, another thought came into his head, as he recalled a certain human he was once bound to, much to his own disgust.
'What the hell? Why the hell am I thinking of that human?’ he questioned, shaking his head to brush her off. 'It's been three years, and I've long since sold that shack and her leftover belongings. It's not as though I harbor any feelings towards her, either.’
He looked out the window again, just in time to see a male human wrap his jacket around a female with him, protecting her from the cold night air.
“Thanks, Jack. I didn't think it’d get this cold,” he heard the female say.
“You had been on that dancing machine for a while. It's no wonder you feel cold now,” the male reasoned. “I’ll walk you home.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“But I want to.” He suddenly reached his hand out to her, and asked, “Can we hold hands?”
The female blushed at his question, before looking down with a nod, taking his hand in her’s.
Forrest let out another scoff at the sights as he turned away from the pair. It was clear from their scent that they were mates, yet they act so distant from one another, as though they’re still trying to hide how they feel.
‘What’s the point in being together if you’re going to act like this?’ he had to wonder. ‘Honestly, they’re even more ridiculous than she is.’ As soon as Forrest caught himself thinking about the girl, he was surprised by the mental comparison and shook his head again. ‘Why am I remembering her again?! She’s just a nobody not worth my time.’
So he told himself, only to repeatedly think back to her each time he saw human couples interact during the rest of the ride. After what felt like forever, the car finally stopped at its destination, and Forrest exited out feeling more mentally exhausted than before.
‘I truly hope Kiara came to visit…’ he prayed. For after practically spending his night thinking about the human who shouldn’t matter, he was going to need something to remedy the headache he has forming. For werewolves like him, that remedy was seeing his own mate.
Lo and behold, upon entering his abody, aside from his servants greeting him, so did one other with them.
“Welcome home, master~”
Just the simple greeting alone from his most beloved made Forrest forget of his troubles, as he hastily walked over to her and claimed her lips, much to her and the other servants’ suprise.
“I need you in my room. Urgently,” he whispered.
After spending hours in bed relishing in Kiara’s body, Forrest and his mate both lied in his bed, panting in exhaustion, but not tired enough to be lulled to sleep. While Forrest was trying to gradually let sleep overtake him, for Kiara, she was more bothered to be put to sleep, even after what they did. “Forrest. Is something wrong?" she dared ask. Forrest took a moment to take an a breath and exhale, answering, "Nothing. Nothing at all.” Kiara turned to her side, facing her mate, and propped up on an elbow. “Forrest. I'm a werewolf, just like you are. You know how sharp our hearing is. Or did you really think hours of sex was enough to mask your problem?” While Forrest would normally not like to be questioned for his actions, if it was his beloved mate asking, who was he to deny her a response? "A thought has been plaguing my mind all day today. Been trying to push it away, but it kept persisting.” Kiara raised a brow at the response. “Is that really it?” Confused by the quest
"’Christen’? That little bitch? Sure. I’ll let you speak to her. If that piece of shit of a bitch ever comes back!"Forrest thought he was shocked enough by how kindly Kiara was seeing humans these days. Upon hearing the retort given to his request, he was left even more baffled."What do you mean by that, Michael?” he questioned.“Gee, I don't know. How ‘bout the fact that the useless girl never came home after you broke off our contract? Not that she is allowed back to start with, if she did anything to upset you. Clearly she's outlived her usefulness! Least she was smart enough to stay out of our home. Her being here is nothing but a waste of space!" Michael harshly answered, increasing Forrest’s bafflement even further, in which the werewolf hid.“She’s your daughter, isn’t she? What right do you have as her father to say such a thing?” he carefully questioned.“Daughter?! Pah! That thing may have my blood, but she's a mistake! She should be old enough to make her decisions! And o
Her body felt heavy, tired in exhaustion. The hands that gripped her lower half released their hold on her at last. A sigh was heard from above, and a weight moved away from her body.“… pleasant as… usual…” she could faintly hear, her mind distorted from what she went through. Both physically, and mentally.Christen managed to force her eyes open, watching a man- her customer- dress himself and leave a few bills on the table. ‘Payment', to he exact. An amount far too little for what they did.She opened her mouth, trying to let out a word of protest at the amount left there, when the man turned to her with a glare. “What? You feel it’s too much for what we did? I thought the amount is perfect,” he spoke in slight mockery. “Besides, I already paid for the service upfront. This is all the spare change I have. Or is there a problem with this?”Christen knew he was lying. Though he did pay for the room, the ‘service’ was different. It doesn’t come with the room; it had its own fee, and h
"You still haven’t found her?” Forrest asked, as he was getting his tie tied by Kiara.“My men are doing everything they can, just as much as yours are. Unfortunately, it’s like she disappeared from the face of the earth,” she informed, finishing her work on her mate’s tie.Her response did not please Forrest one bit. If anything, it brought down much of his mood, as it had been lately.A few months passed since the call he made to the McGuire’s, and learned what became of Christen. Since then, Kiara had sent her pack wolves who have already blended in with the humans to try and find the missing human. Thankfully, Kiara still had the handmade handkerchief Christen once made for Forrest on her person, finding it too valuable in its own way to toss away. Sadly, in the time that passed, Christen’s scent on it had been fading away, making it far too difficult for the wolves to get a good whiff on it, and properly search for the missing human. Even Forrest, who had used some of his time t
As soon as he sniffed out Christen’s scent amongst the many people in the party, Forrest’s mood had changed drastically. Something in which only Kiara took notice of, since everyone else was far too busy trying to get either his or her favor in business assistance.Once they finally got a bit of time away from the people, getting a bit of refreshments for themselves, Kiara turned to Forrest. “Is something wrong, Forrest? You seem a bit off since we entered.”“I smelled her,” Forrest bluntly answered, to her slight surprise. “‘Her’? Do you mean…?”“I smell her, but I don’t see her. I’m looked around- even tried to use my nose to locate her- but I can’t find her anywhere.”This confused Kiara so. How could a werewolf smell someone out, but can’t see them? It was not as though this was a masquerade party, and there were not that many people in here to not notice anyone who may be out of place. Why, even the servers look nicely dressed and noticeable. So how was it possible that they can
It was strange enough for Forrest to sniff out Christen's scent when the human herself was not present at the party. It was stranger for him to get the scent from another person. Moreover, it was far from faint, as it smelled quite recent.‘He must know where Christen is,’ was the only thing that went in Forrest’s mind as he tailed the guy, wanting to ask questions about his relationship with his ex-wife. Demand to see her, if need be.‘Forrest, where are you? I lost you for a second,’ came Kiara’s voice, directly in his head.‘I found a lead to Christen,’ he bluntly explained, to her surprise.'Wait, really? You found her?'‘No. I found a lead to her. Someone who must've been with her recently.’ Forrest raised a brow then, upon seeing the said lead walk out the doors. ‘And that someone is leaving the party.’'Leaving? Are you sure?'In a business party- or any sort of corporate event- it would fairly rude if a guest left before even the host would show themselves. If it were an emerg
Forrest rushed through the dark night as quickly and quietly as he could, tailing his target. After he informed Kiara of the person who had Christen’s scent, he was both surprised and angered to learn exactly who this man was. ‘Surprised’ for he did not expect the man who held his ex-wife’s scent to be that disgusting man. ‘Angered’ for if Christen was with him, it was possible that this guy may have done something to her. Something that may break her even more, assuming if there was any more of her that can be broken…If he would dare even think it, the thought of Christen getting hurt worried him so. He may not have any right to have such feeling, given that he was the one who pushed her away, but it was because of that- because of him- that her life got worse. And she was made a target of a playboy. No… someone even worse, if this man caught Kiara’s attention in a negative perspective.‘Christen… She better be safe,’ he prayed.As he kept following his target, to Forrest’s confusio
Forrest did not think his surprise would grow any further than it had. Getting a clue on Christen’s whereabouts- a lead to her, to be exact- was one matter. But for it to actually lead him to her whereabouts? And so soon?! No, more importantly…‘Why would Christen be in a bar of all places?’ Forrest wondered, as he looked around the room. Like back at the restaurant, though, no matter where he looked in the bar, he couldn’t find Christen anywhere. Her scent was in here, no doubt about that. But where was the human herself?“Can I help you, good sir?” Forrest turned to the voice that called out to him, where he saw an elderly human cleaning a glass at the counter. “Yes, I’m looking for someone,” he answered carefully. “Oh? Who exactly?”Forrest took a moment to think over his options. This man must be a bartender, for one thing. As such, he must know the names and faces of the people who work in this tavern. Likewise, there was a possibility that he would not tell him a word of Chri