<Nora’s POV>
I was staring blankly at the bathroom sink. It was another one of those times were I spent my time alone thinking and hoping everything would've been different. My lips felt dry as they usually would each morning after it happened. It happened again. I had another dream.
"Nora, what the heck is taking you so long?" Someone suddenly came banging on the door.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the mouth wash. I let my annoying half-sister bang hard at the door a few more times, while I took my time finishing up in the bathroom, before I finally decided, to open the door.
"Seriously?" She shoved her way pass me, and I was in no mood to even care. I was definitely not going to let Naomi ruin my day. They horrible enough to be the only one in town without a mate. "What were you even doing in here?"
I came to a halt and then I gave the bitch another one of my cheap smiles, "I was playing with myself." Leaving her with a cringe on her face, especially how she usually does when Jeanne talks about her bedroom kinks, I left the door after I flicked her off. Today is going to be a new and fresh start and I am not going to let other people try and ruin it for me. It's what most people always try to do.
When I came downstairs and entered the dining room, Dad was already at the table, drinking coffee while reading his newspaper like her does every morning. He saw me walking in and gave me the warm and sweet smile he always does when he sees me. I walked to him and hugged him and all he gave me was a warm hug with a soft kiss on my head. At least there are a few people that are not trying to be a pain in my ass.
"Good morning Dad," I say, then go and sit down. I take my clean bowl and fill it up with some cereal.
My dad beamed at me before he got back to reading his newspaper, "How did you sleep?"
I pause for a moment, still holding the jar of milk in my hand. Not sure how I should even answer that. "I slept great!' I gave out an obnoxious answer, to not try and seem a little enthusiastic and not try to worry him. But it's hard to hind these things from your Dad especially when he is a werewolf and all your senses are out in the open for him to read. It may seem like he is reading off the pages of the newspaper he has in his hands, but actually those sharp ears of his are probably only testing my heartbeat.
It's how a lot of people behave when they are around me, they keep walking on eggs. Except for Naomi and obviously my amazing stepmother, 'Sarcasm intended...'
My dad lowered his newspaper to look at me again. His lips parting as he was about to say something, yet before he even could, that annoying yet very familiar sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor was nearing us. The Madam has decided to grace us with her appearance.
"Good morning my love!" Roselyn came in and went to sit next to my dad after pecking his lips. I obviously looked away, not hiding that I find them gross. Not like she ever liked me, she only did it on purpose to piss me off. After my mom died, years after my dad met Roselyn and they got married, then had a kid. I was only two years old when it all happened and since then the woman made it pretty clear that she would never accept me as my dad's first born daughter.
I kept eating my cereal deciding not to pay any attention to their interaction. Hating her is also not the only reason I'm doing this, but being constantly reminded that even after he lost his mate, my dad still got his second chance mate...I was simply never so lucky to have one of my own.
"Nora..." As usual, the woman was looking for my attention, "Any plans for today? I was hoping you could help me with the arrangements for Naomi's birthday."
"No, sorry. Jeanne and I already asked me to help her with something and it's important."
"More important than your own sister's birthday?" And there she's doing it again. Giving me that bitchy, innocent look. Trying to sound offended just so she could use my dad as a card against me. "Charles," She looked at him, blinking her eyes to put up the prettiest and cutest smile she could possibly come up with, for his attention. Bloody attention seeker. "Would you please say something?"
My dad gave her a look and sighed. He didn't look like he was in the mood for any of this and now she is going to try and use him to try and control me.
But then the unexpected happened, "Why does Nora need to help with this? She already said she was going to have a busy day, leave the goddamn child alone Rose..." My dad was finally taking my side.
I could almost feel too ecstatic. I happily ate my cereal while Roselyn was probably still in a state of her shock. She gave me her usual hateful stare and all I did, was finish my food before I stood up and grinned.
"Thank you Dad. I need to go now, Jeanne is proposing to Lisa tonight, so I won't be home."
"Stay safe Nora." He gave me another warm and gentle smile, "And have fun!"
"Roger that Alpha Enionson!" I playfully salute him before going over to kiss his cheek and rushing of to the exit. I love my dad.
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After I left the house‚ I didn’t exactly go to Jeanne yet. I planned on seeing her later today to help her with tonight‚ but right now I just needed a quick drive to one specific place. The Blackmourne falls.
It wasn’t far from my packhouse. My dad is the Alpha of the Blackmourne pack‚ the greatest and strongest werewolf pack of them all. Might aswell even call us royalty as we are descendants to the first twelf children of the wolf god Fenris. Our pack is so huge that we literally have four individual packhouses around town and somehow manage for all of them to co-exist among each other. Humans are not even oblivious to their existence.
People of this town are all blessed to be mated with a fated werewolf lover. Sadly I did not get a cliche Twilight story‚ I am the only one in town who has no mate. Normally that wouldn’t be such a big deal since that usually happens because the mate hasn’t reached 18 or probably is dead. I hope that isn’t my case. But the real issue is also the fact that I am the only one in the main house without a wolf. All because I got my mother’s genes.
I didn’t want to think too much of how miserable my life has been since childhood. I have done fairly well this far‚ but there are still those moments where I wish life was more simpler.
It’s one of the reasons I come to the forest‚ aside from it being the place I always dream about. I needed time to think and I also needed to try figure out what was my connection with this place.
I soon stopped the car wen I reached a dead end. It was not exactly a dead end‚ the road was simply too narrow for me to continue driving on. I needed to walk from here‚ which wasn’t too much of a big deal to me.
So I stepped out of the car and closed the door. After I kicked the car‚ I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked on ahead. It’s autumn season and the air has already started to become cool around here. Good think I came with a warm jacket on‚ but even if it was summer. There is hardly any change in usual temperatures here in Blackmourne. It was always cold here.
I arrived at the waterfall and smiled to myself when I saw it‚ thinking about all those times where I used to find myself in this place in my dreams. It always started with me taking a swim. Then there is this odd whistling sound coming from a certain direction and whenever I looked‚ I used to see them standing there. Ready and waiting for me.
Ragnar and Eugene. I know their names because they told me of course.
Both had the same well built godly physiques. They almost looked alike and I always believed they were twins‚ but just like most twins‚ there was always a small and slight difference. With these two‚ it was the hair colour.
Ragnar had dark ebony coloured and neck length hair while Eugene’s hair was silver. Both had glorious and amazing cocks‚ but Ragnar was uncut and cleanly shaves while Eugene was cut and had his pubic hair nearly trimmed in a way where I used to enjoy licking him off dow there. It’s amazing how I managed to save every single detail in my head. It’s almost as if they were real.
‘I wish they were real.’
I sigh and quickly shake those thoughts out of my head. They are not real and never will.
“You’re late...” Says Ragnar‚ from behind me.
Wait a minute.... Ragnar?
I just heard his voice. At first I thought it was in my head but when I felt that warm breath running down my chilly neck‚ I knew then and there that this wasn’t in my head. It was not a dream or a hallucination. It was real.
I quickly turn around to see for myself. I tipped my head back in order to look at his tall frame, meeting his gaze and widening my eyes in shock. Those brown eyes were looking at me. Dark with lust and mystery‚ but a strange sensation coming from them which I never saw in my dreams before.
I didn’t understand what was happening and Ragnar hardly even gave me a chance to process everything as he took my cheek in his large hand and leaned in. His nose brushing pass my cheek before the words I have waited for my entire life comes pass his lips. “Mate.”
It was then when I realised that my life was about to completely change.
