Chapter 7- Return to Hell
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Emily’s POV:
I jolted when the icy cold water cascaded over my exposed body. Pushing my sopping hair back, I allowed the water to trickle down my face, the chill working to cleanse away any lingering stress.
A sense of tranquility enveloped me, a fleeting respite I craved, even if just for a few precious minutes each day. My lips curled in satisfaction.
Abruptly, a pair of sizable hands firmly gripped my waist. I gasped, turning to find Nicholas standing before me.
His eyes brimmed with desire, fixating on me as though I were his prey.
"Nic, what are you—" I attempted to speak, but he swiftly captured my lips in a kiss.
His tongue engaged mine as he cornered me against the wall, the shower still pelting water down upon us.
"Nic," I moaned as he caressed my ass, pulling our bodies intimately closer.
He broke the kiss, a slender strand of saliva connecting our lips. I whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensuous trail of kisses he planted along my neck.
Suddenly, I observed his eyes turning yellow as he loomed over the crook of my neck. His canine tooth protruded from his mouth as his inner wolf took control. Without warning, he sank his teeth into my skin, sending a tumultuous blend of pleasure and pain coursing through my body.
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"Nic!" I exclaimed, jerking awake from the deep sleep that had ensnared me.
"Mommy, are you okay?" Owen inquired in a drowsy tone.
"I'm okay, baby. I'm sorry for disturbing you," I whispered, surveying my two sons snuggled against each other beside me.
We had been in the car for nearly four hours, heading towards a destination I never thought I would find myself visiting for years.
"It's okay, Mommy. I slept early last night, so I'm not that tired," Owen reassured, exuding confidence and cheer in his voice.
"Of course, you're the most responsible, aren't you?" I teased, gently pinching his cheeks.
He giggled, withdrawing his face from my fingers. He had grown accustomed to my pinching – a habit that began when he was born. I couldn't resist; he was just so darn cute.
A faint smile graced my face as I observed Owen draping the fallen blanket over his brother's body.
A sense of pride surged within me. At just five years of age, Owen had learned to be a responsible older brother to Ethan.
Ethan wiped the drool flowing from his mouth and adjusted himself on the seat, deeply asleep, likely tired from playing with his toys all night.
Although they were born only a minute apart from each other, their distinct personalities unmistakably made it clear who was the older and younger siblings.
I disengaged from my sons and attempted to unravel the dream that had just gripped me. It felt more like a nightmare than a mere dream.
A nightmare I never wanted to experience, yet the familiar surroundings outside my car window triggered its unwelcome reappearance.
My eyes widened as SilverFang's name was prominently displayed at the pack's border. I took a deep breath as the car entered the territory I had fled from years ago.
A torrent of memories flooded back as we delved deeper into the pack's city.
"Are we there yet, Mommy?" Owen asked eagerly, peering out the window.
"Just a few more minutes, sweetheart, and we'll be there," I replied with a gentle tone.
I struggled to process my emotions. I had grown up in this pack, spent my childhood, attended college, and even met my mate here. It was still unfathomable how everything had crumbled in just a day.
I forced myself to remain calm, especially with my sons beside me. Owen clung to Ethan, preventing him from slipping off the seat.
A chuckle escaped me at the sight. It was incredible how soundly that boy could sleep.
"Ma'am, we have arrived," the driver informed me, bringing the car to a stop in front of a bungalow. Stepping out, I took a deep breath to inhale the fresh air.
Surveying the area, I noticed the pack seemed somewhat dimmer than I remembered.
The lock clicked open, and I swung the door wide, revealing the luxurious interior of the bungalow. It was perfect—ideal for the three of us to live in comfortably.
The driver brought in our luggage, and I cradled Ethan in my arms, still deeply asleep. Owen, quite independent for his age, walked alongside me.
"Wow, Mommy, will we really be staying here?" Owen's eyes lit up as he explored the area.
"Of course, sweetie. This will be our new home," I replied with an excited look.
Our attention was abruptly drawn when the doorbell rang.
"You can get it, Mommy. I'll make sure Ethan doesn't fall on the ground again," Owen assured, making me chuckle.
"Thank you, sweetie." I gently placed Ethan on the large white bed in the upstairs room and headed downstairs to answer the door.
Upon opening it, my eyes were greeted with a familiar face that threatened to overwhelm me with emotions.
"Patricia!" I exclaimed with joy, hugging her tightly.
It had been years since I last saw her.
"Emily… it's really you!" she said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Why are you crying, silly?" I asked, wiping away her tears.
"You are too!" she exclaimed with a broken tone, making me cry even more.
I wasn't sad but extremely overjoyed to see her again. I always felt terrible and guilty for leaving without saying goodbye to her. She was my closest friend in the entire pack.
After we managed to calm ourselves down, I led her to the living room.
"I still can't believe that you came back. I hate you for just disappearing like that," she exclaimed, holding a grudge against me for leaving without informing her.
"I can't believe that I'm back as well. It feels so surreal," I smirked.
"So, where are the two adorable pups that I'm supposed to look after?" Patricia asked with excitement, a wide smile forming on her face.
"Follow me," I said, leading her upstairs to where my two boys were.
As I opened the door, my heart melted when I saw the two of them sleeping on the bed so peacefully.
The long trip to SilverFang really must've tired them out.
"Oh my god. They are so damn cute! They got that from you for sure!" Patricia exclaimed with a soft voice, hiding her excitement to avoid disturbing them.
We let them be and headed downstairs.
"Are you sure you'll be able to handle both of them?" I asked her.
"Of course, I did a lot of babysitting jobs in the past. I can handle them perfectly," she replied confidently.
I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that my boys were in good hands.
"But please do be careful not to let them out of the house. I can't risk anything happening to them," I said with concern.
My boys were everything to me. The nurse's words haunted me to the point where I didn't want to ever let my sons enter the pack. Unfortunately, because I needed to return to the pack for important matters, I couldn't leave them behind. I wanted someone whom I could trust—someone who wouldn't go on telling other people about them and would keep them safe and happy.
"I'm eternally grateful for you accepting to do this on such short notice."
"Don't worry about Ethan and Owen. I'll handle them. But what about you? Are you sure you will be able to face him?" Patricia broke my train of thought, bringing me back to reality.
"Of course," I replied.
"Aren't you afraid of him?" She asked, her brows furrowing in concern.
I turned my gaze towards Patricia, my face and body radiating confidence as I replied, "Not at all."
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