Amaya woke up some time during the early hours of the morning when she felt Aiden leave the bed. She blinked in confusion, not sure how she'd gotten to bed. She was stark naked and she didn't remember getting undressed, or even coming upstairs for that matter. She could hear Lily fretting through the baby monitor and was about to get out of bed when she heard Aiden's gentle voice crooning to the baby. Lily calmed down a little and Amaya smiled as she listened to him sing to the baby, his sleep-roughened voice slightly off-key. His voice faded and she sat up, switching on the bedside lamp and adjusting the pillows behind her back when she realised that Aiden was probably bringing Lily into the bedroom for her feed. He appeared moments later, looking completely rumpled and wearing nothing but white boxer shorts. He smiled when he saw her sitting up in bed."Your daughter's hungry," he nodded down at the fussing baby and Amaya reached up for her and he transferred the wriggling bundle ge
Amaya was overjoyed, she made sure that she did not give it away from her face expression. She was wondering if she she should also reciprocate the her feelings back to him but she was scared, in between his family members not wanting her and he liking that lady. She felt like she would later be an outcast and the thought was not appealing to her at all. She did not like it, she loved Sandro with everything that she had. She had always loved him but she was scared to let him know how she felt cause of heartbreak. She remembered how she bared herself to him when they first got married. She was such a fool, because anytime she was in love she always fell in love with everything she had, with her mind body and soul and she was happy that he reciprocated how he was feeling to her but what if he changes his mind. She did not want her daughter to be raised in a family where there was no love, she had experienced it and it was what affected her till now. In between her mother dying and h
On their way to his house Aiden could feel the anxiety oozing out of Amaya as she tried not to show it in her expression. He was well aware of the pressure cause he was experiencing it himself all he could do was hold onto her hand with an expression saying I'm here with you. On getting to his house, she was lost for words it wasn't like she hadn't seen his house before which was through the television and pictures but seeing it physically was just breathtaking. The distance from the gate to the actual house was a a suit a a mile.The scenery of the house was just amazing. “We are here…” Aiden said bringing her out of her reverie. The minute she got down with Lily it seemed like her anxiety never happened even Aiden noticed her confidence on stepping out of the car. “Are you ready?” “As ready as I'll ever be!” Amaya said as she and Aiden began to move towards the large door in front of them with sleeping Lily in Cara's hands. As they got close the door opened wide and in front was
AMAYA'S POVWeeks had passed after the little scenerio that played at the De Lucci mansion and the little family kept living live the way it was supposed to be cleary Amaya was trying her best to overcome her emotional barrier. On a beautiful Monday morning after Aiden had left for work Amaya was staring off into space with nothing to do so many things crossed her mind like calling Lisa and Phumsile over for a girl's day after going back and forth on whether to call she finally picked up the telephone line and dialed Lisa number.“What up Cuz?”“Hey Lisa how are you let me get straight to the point…… I was wondering if you wanted to come over for lunch together with Phumsile?” “Of course, Seeing as you called me you must be really bored I even wanted to come over to get the full gist of what happened at the lunch with your in-laws” Lisa snickered.“No problem, come over and we'll talk till you feel satisfied” I smiled as she cut the line to go on and prepare for the little lunch par
I am Marina. I believe I am a member of the crystal blue pack. I am not sure if I can claim to be a part of a pack that tortures its members for their sick amusement. Anyone who felt the need to hit something or in my case someone would use me as a walking punching bag. Living among these people, who you had assumed would be there to protect you and spare you any further misery, was a living hell. I wasn't a loner by choice, but I was one anyway. Since I was the weakling, it was simple for anyone to take advantage of me. I was the least strong member of my pack. I wasn't always frail, but as the beating got worse over time, I stopped hearing my wolf. I guess she was too weak to even connect with me. She may have been too weak after all the beatings I took over the years, or she may have been angry that I never stood up for myself. But things weren't always this way. There was a period in my life when I was a little bit content. My parents abandoned me in a basket on the outsi
Marina's POV I pleaded with my mother, "Please stay." Tears streamed down my face. As I begged for her with my eyes, I sniffled a little in terror. "Sweetheart, I have to go. She kissed me on the forehead and then pulled back, a comforting smile on her lips, saying, "You have to stay in here and don't come out until I come to get you. She quietly locked the door after leaving by walking out. In the hidden tunnel, I sat on the floor and rocked back and forth because there was nobody else in there to keep me company, I was already frightened. I became alarmed when I heard screaming outside the door. What if she suffered a setback? I could just sit here and do nothing, but what could a six-year-old possibly do? Running into the hallway, I didn't stop to consider it as I saw my mother surrounded by four wolves. She assessed them while remaining in human form. She glared at me and implored me to go back into hiding, but all I did was stand there motionless, my eyes wideni
I finally turned off my alarm at five o'clock and got out of bed to perform my morning routine. After that, I got dressed and started making breakfast downstairs. Everyone, except me, will wake up early to prepare for work or school. Talking about school, I had to learn independently because I was not permitted to attend school. Whenever I had the chance, I would visit the library and read books to educate myself. If you are curious, I had to teach myself how to read. Living among those who regarded you with hatred and loathing was difficult but, I managed. My room was far from everyone else in the attic. Even if it wasn't much, it was all mine. Regarding clothing, I would hurry through everyone's trash and snag any discarded garments. Yes, my life was beautiful. That was said in sarcasm. I prepared toast, eggs, and bacon for everyone. I never complained even though sometimes there wasn't much left to eat. One of the kids who stayed at the pack home, Elena yelled. "Clean t
*Trigger Warning* From Marina Happy Birthday to me, I mockingly wished myself. My Birthday was not a joyous occasion. Another reminder that I got to live and my mother didn't serve its purpose. I had nobody with whom to celebrate. I had no family or friends. I was just a girl living in a park, surrounded by strangers who had no interest in me. My life was miserable and pitiful. My life was in such a shambles. I felt hollow and lifeless inside as if nothing was left for me. He treated me like a loser when I thought I had finally found someone to love me. I was so damaged. I've occasionally thought that I don't deserve to be alive. If Natasha were here, my mother would reassure me that it wasn't my fault. It never seemed to help me feel any less guilty, no matter how many times I tried to tell myself that it wasn't my responsibility because I wasn't the one who killed her. I shrugged off my melancholy ideas and focused on something upbeat.I took a look around the painful area