I Don't Love

Selene POV

It has come to my attention that each one passed down has received a more brutal death, not only to itself but to many more of my children.

Why must one person's choices for the despairing of their hearts be the leading cause of so many innocent, tragic lives?

Being bound into my temple without a single way to leave has proven that I have no power over someone who is killing my children.

The stories of the red wolf have disappeared, and the horrors of the cursed wolf have become the substitute.

What have they done to you, my child, Blaze?

If there was any adult moment when you could just realize that many more have been dying for selfish reasons, then maybe you could recognize that it is not worth investing your heart and killing more of your children.

What have my children ever done to support what Mykel did to you?

Nothing; they have all been trying to run away from you because you seem to only exist for the misery that ended all those centuries ago.

I cannot move any soul without my own being placed in danger.

What would my children end up having? What would my children live for?

These are questions I have asked for months on end, and I still have no answers to any of them, but I do know that there must be a way I can protect my children who are dying.

They are fearful, and so many have lost.

I have hope in myself.

I need to fix this, but who could help me?

I will take it if I have just one chance to prove to my children that they are not forgotten.

As I think of ways to do this, I hear the doors to earth open again, and the desire to go and meet my beloved grows. But what if I do not go to him tonight?

Instead, I meet my children; this could be my chance to save what's left of them.

I was not waiting another minute.

I place myself in my warmest garment. I know that traveling within the light of the moon is not generous.

Completely bundled, I ran from my room into the main center of my time.

There, my body moved with the light that reflected off the moon.

Nine bodies mean changes, and two are the most golden wolves any of my children have ever seen.

My blonde curls become my skin, my phone grows in my body, and I shift into the body of a wolf.

Running, I try to rest when I reach Claudia.

The soul twins remain still and hold onto the curse, each in their own body.

I am more than proud of my children for not giving up.

I have too many to take many of my children, but sadly, to the werewolves, I have to crumble.

Only these two are left, and I need my children to grow.

I need them to know that they're not alone.

If it means my life, so be it, even though more of my children will need me.

The gods will have to go, and she was a newborn child of their choosing.

Or could I bless my children?

Instead, I have left more times than I would ever want to see and hear things many others don't know, but I still have these twins.

It may be time to take the curse away.

It is bedding things for this witch, but I can revive myself within them.

They will take my place, draining me of everything that I have.

All of my strengths will become this, but I must find them.

Where are you, my children?

As I kept running, trying to find my way, I met with a howl, a sh-wolf.

I move to the side and pick my pace, only to be matched with the most outstanding results.

A Lycan is taking Claudia.

More than anyone, so I know how this could come out to be.

It feels wrong to see my children do this.

I should look another way until they have come to finish it.

I only have a little time.

The sun starts to rise soon.

I cannot leave things as they are.

I know that my children and I feed it to each other, but why have they been keeping it a secret?

Shaking my head, I ignore those sites.

I know exactly what I have to do.

My body starts to regain at least a little bit more, and as I approach them, I don't look at what they are doing.

Simply put, I placed my hand on her heart, and with it, I left a piece of my power as I embedded my nails deep in her chest.

I can hear my daughter moaning, so as I finish, I shift myself in the direction where I hope to find her brother.

After searching, I discovered he had been resting well this entire time. I love to follow the light of what's left of the moon.

I placed my hand the same way and gave my son the power that I hope, once his body has accepted it as his sister did, I will be able to grant them the ability to do all they need to do.

As I feel my power leaving me, I close my eyes and think I have been pulled back into my temple.

When I open my eyes, I see myself back in my home, but I also don't feel as powerful as I am now.

It's all up to them. Cloud. Claudia.

Claudia POV

Creed kept thrusting into me.

His long, thick cock was thrusting inside me, moving deeper into my cervix.

We have been mates for more than a year; every day I get to be with him is a blessing.

Selene must have blessed me with breaking this curse, or at least with enjoying what a mate bond is with my fated mate, and I will forever be in her debt.

He's the only one who loves me and is not trying to kill me.

He embraces me just as I am, and I have no desire to leave him.

"Let me mark you," he asks again.

Every day that we were intimate, he asked me the same question.

Still, I know I cannot do that because if I do, my brother will understand. Our chances of being found by that damn witch might get worse, and I just can't bear the thought of losing my mate, so instead of answering, I start meeting his thrusts by moving my hips, making him moan, and losing himself in the chase until we can see both climaxes together.

Creed takes my bare ass and lifts me to put me in a different position.

Knowing my mate is after his release, he doesn't light up and keeps going the same way, placing my back against a tree.

He goes inside me harder, reaching up to the hilt and lifting one leg above his shoulder while the other one is still on his hip—he's got a muscular, olive-pale body.

His skin starts to show a pink shade from the countless smacks my lover's abdomen has received.

His moans grow louder until they are mixed with the grunting sounds. I know he is close; I can feel my insides starting to squeeze his member, and that is how I know I am close, too. Feeling him twitching inside, I let my cunt start to suck hard on his cock.

"I'm cumming!" he shouts, and not long after, he ejaculates inside me.

As much pleasure as I feel from being filled with his hot seed, I wouldn't say I like the fact of bearing a child again.

We already have two children together.

I can't see either of them as much as I want to be there with them, see them grow up, attend their school events, and be a mother. I can't let that damn witch find them that way. That reminder comes from knowing I just had unprotected sex with Creed. My mate loves me, and all my pups will be from him.

But I can't risk it. It might be with my partner that I will live happily, but I know I can't risk them dying because of my selfish desires.

My brother doesn't know about them, nor do any of my pups, and I can't bear the thought of having another one because then I will not be able to be with any of them.

I'll be on the run all the time, bidding away from my mate and my pups because of that damn witch. I gave in to my heart and had my beautiful pups with Creed, but I can't end up in the same circumstances again.

Every time I spent time with my mate and our pups, I cried because I knew I had to leave them again. I couldn't do this to them again.

I had to live without them again. Creed agreed to raise them by himself without me; it broke me to pieces to know my blood was in them and that the witch could find my pups and kill them. That's the only reason I agreed to leave them with their father. to

These memories, these feelings, started to leave me when I felt my mate wasn't slowing down; he picked up more speed until I thought I was about to climax again, chaining my high. I held the tree with all my strength when I shouted, "Cummming! Cuming! Aaa!"

Creed wasn't being merciful with me; he exploded inside me, filling me till I had to go to the bathroom but instead wetting his entire abdomen and thighs.

Damn, my mate wanted me to have more pups. Moving to stand, he hugged me tightly and started to pepper-kiss me all over. While he was nuzzling me tenderly, I could feel how his kissing me made him feel. He began to vibrate with his purrs. Knowing he wanted to stay like this and that I was enjoying him caressing my body, I kissed the side of his jaw.

I had missed him so much.

I can only hope and pray that my life changes and I get to be with my family for once instead of running away to protect them.

Laying on his bare chest, Creed moves his hand behind my head, and when he takes a hand filled with my hair, his lips meet my lips, and he starts to kiss me passionately.

During our kiss, we let ourselves lose each other.

We both know he has to leave, so our time is short, but it fills me with love to know we get to live these moments in love and passion.

Letting my lips go, he keeps peeking at them as he speaks with pain in his tone to me, "I can't keep doing this."

He let go of my lips, but he was still holding me. It felt like he had let go, and I would disappear, and I feared the same thing. Nuzzling his chin with my nose, he adds.

"I can't keep accepting that you have to stay here, and then I have to be away with our pups when they want to know who their mother is."

Biting my lower lip, I look away. I can't answer him because I want the same thing: I want to meet my pups; I want to hold them in my arms, love them, know what they like and don't like, hear their voices, play games, and have the relationship I never had with my mother with them.

My mother, just saying the word in my mind, made me feel dejected. Is that how my pups feel when they think of the phrase, too?

Creed saw I was in another place, and he placed his hand on my cheek, caressing it.

"They need you, and I need you, Claudia. I respect you to the moon and back, but this drives me insane. Your family needs you to know that you will never be replaced. I have had to learn various methods on how I can control myself. Every time, I get the idea that this thing that haunts you and kills our family will not appear out of the blue by marking you. Reading books, blogs, fuck-calling witches, fairies, and any human that is good at their damn jobs in research, to which all have said, What you live with sound's like a made-up story."

He growled at me when he said that, but I knew he wasn't trying to fight me; he was trying to get me home, and it hurt me to know I still couldn't go home.