01. Micah
It got quiet and the murmurs settled down. I stood there unmoving, my eyes locked on to Pretty. I haven't seen him this quiet ever. Not when he returned home after slaughtering many of my kind, not after the twins were born and the mother died without any word, not after finding out that Zayn had impregnated Anna.
Pretty wasn't the kind to quitely feel emotions, if they were foreign or too much for him, he just raged until something settles.
But this time, Jonah died and Pretty went quiet after spending the first night a complete wreck and not hiding it.
We were all worried about him but all he always said for the past two days was that 'he was fine'.
Somebody cleared their throat and finally I focused onto the whole room. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to say something.
"A life well lived will never be a waste and the fact that we're still mourning shows that we know we lost a good one." I raise my glass of champagne to give a toast and Bryce stands cheering with a low growl-bark mixture and suddenly people are now comfortable clapping.
My eyes lock on to Adrian's again and he is just staring at me with his hands automatically clapping like they knew that was expected.
There are no daggers shooting from his icy blue eyes that usually scold me for doing whatever I wanted. There is no crack of warmness that shines through everytime I do something interesting.
There isn't even a shred of grief–the point is, for the first time since I have known him, Pretty's eyes aren't communicating, they are just quite.
People continue to mingle and celebrate while the whole group sits at a table around Adrian, just talking and existing while he sits there eating whatever Zayn puts on his plate.
We had Jonah's funeral earlier and now we're celebrating as if it was his birthday, it was at his request when the topic of death came up randomly years ago–he said:
'When I die, after I have been buried you better spend the rest of the day eating, drinking and f*****g in my honor because I'm dead and no amount of denying yourselves will bring me back'.
To which Adrian responded: 'don't you think you should allow people to actually want to mourn you?'
We all knew he was asking for himself and we held our breaths for Jonah's answer. And he said: 'death is the only thing we can't fix– in all the meaning of the word.'
We never talked about it again.
Night came and everyone is tired and dispersing. Adrian stands from the chair he has been glued to the whole day and walks straight to the mansion with all of us following.
We're all worried about him but we act as if he isn't creeping us out.
We get to the mansion kitchen and Darius asks, "sweet treat?"
"Yes please." Andria who we just now call Ria begs.
We all instinctively but subtly look at Adrian and he sits at the kitchen Island eyes fixed forward and just exists.
Zayn waves us off to continue letting Pretty be, so we do.
They are closer now, Zayn knows his husband so well that they don't have to speak for Zayn to understand him. He indulges him in everything and could never and would never say no Adrian.
We eat ice cream while we chat. Bryce, Nate and Ria are immensed in their own conversation, Darius and Rosy are also in their element and the rest of us are just talking over each other.
Adrian suddenly comes down from the Island and walks towards the exit of the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Zayn asks casually.
"I haven't decided." Adrian finally says something other than 'fine'.
Zayn walks to him, takes both his hands into his and pecks him on the lips, "I'm worried about you." His voice is soft and warm.
"I'm worried about me too." Adrian's voice comes out too flat for my liking.
"Baby." Zayn cooes embracing him warmly and firmly.
"I'll be okay." After a while of silence Adrian sighs heavily.
"I promise I'll be okay, just give me time." He addresses the whole room looking at him with worry filled eyes.
He walks to the kids and hugs them while Zayn watches with a smidge of concern.
"I might not come to bed tonight." He announces walking out of the kitchen.
"The f**k you will!" Zayn immediately turns on his heels and follows his husband, "I didn't ask Jonah to die!" He yells and we all laugh as a group while he disappears.
I shake my head and walk out of the mansion because my mission is over. Pretty is in good hands now and Zayn is there for him–not that there was any need for me to do that because Zayn would rather f*****g chew a Jean jacket and die repeatedly before he denies Adrian anything.
Besides I had a date. I had left four beautiful ladies at the hall waiting for me to fetch them and go have my way with them. I had landed on an orgy, in honor of Jonah who became my partner in crime when it came to having no strings attached s*x, I was going to have an orgy.
Jonah was monogamous himself, but he wasn't in a relationship, he was just f*****g one person and there really was nothing more between them. While I changed partners like f*****g underwear.
I walked to the hall while chanting 'orgy! Orgy! Orgy!' over and over again in my head.
"No!" Nel my wolf spoke with a direct tone and speech.
"What do you mean buddy?" I wasn't focused, just kept walking without minding him. Nel wasn't the type of wolf to complain or anything. He listened to me and did whatever the f**k I wanted us to do.
"We're going home to sleep!" I stopped and listened.
"What?"
"Turn around and go home, if you feel too alone just sleep at the mansion." He was serious, he has never told me what to do ever since we lost our mate, nothing interested him after. He just existed within me and worked with me. He didn't lose his spark or will to live but he just chilled and relaxed.
"Nel buddy I'm not turning down an orgy, not now not ever."
"That part of our lives is over boss. We are now retired, out of business, no longer interested and absolutely done!"
"The f**k!? Just because Jonah's dead doesn't mean we should stop! f**k that! The party goes on!" I scream at him and almost take a step going forward but he calmly replies, "If you do this again with anybody who doesn't matter then you're on your own."
He was threatening me. I am good at s*x, the styles, the kinks, the way I do it in the bedroom, everything is all me, but the stamina to last, that is all Nel. He's not interested in nothing except what I want and he always I mean always comes through for me.
"Who the f**k matters then!?" I focus on that instead of his threat.
"Go home and sleep and stop indulging in any whoring activities and everything will go back to normal.
Fuck that! He wasn't even answering me, I'm gonna do whatever the f**k I want. I walk to that hall to make that orgy happen and all he says is, "you're on your own." And he f*****g disappears to the background.
I didn't go to the hall, I went home to sleep and I was beyond pissed for that!
