Chapter 54
“Would you let go of me, you brute!” Fatima screamed at Chris, her voice echoing with a mix of anger and fear. When she looked up and saw his glowing eyes and sharp teeth, she screamed even louder before falling silent. Just like that, she fainted in his arms.
Panic surged through me as I rushed toward her limp body. “Is she okay? Oh my God, this is bad!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I felt the beginnings of a panic attack creeping in.
“Relax, she’s fine. She just passed out; her breathing is normal,” Jake said, his tone calm as he pulled me away from Fatima and into his arms. For a brief moment, I considered pulling away, but instead, I found myself feeling calm, comfortable, and safe nestled against him. Ugh, stupid hormones! This pregnancy was going to drive me insane.
Chris cradled Fatima in his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the SUV parked nearby. I widened my eyes in disbelief. “Hey! Wait...what do you think you’re doing? Where are you taking her?” I asked, confusion lacing my voice.
“Home, with me,” he replied, deadpan, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
I wriggled out of Jake's embrace, needing some space to think. “Are you out of your damn mind? You can’t just take a passed-out girl off to God knows where! That’s kidnapping!” I protested, feeling a surge of protectiveness for my best friend.
“She is mine. She belongs with me. Her place is right by my side,” Chris said with an unwavering certainty as he placed her gently in the back seat of the SUV.
I stood there, utterly speechless, my jaw hanging open in disbelief. The reality of the situation was crashing down around me, and I felt completely at a loss for words.
“The sooner you understand our way of life, the better everything will be for you,” Jake said, standing beside me. “This is how things work, Prisca. Werewolf life isn’t all rainbows and unicorns. She’s human, which is not very common. Usually, higher-ranked werewolves have mates of the same status or close to it. She’s going to have a hard time adjusting to this new life. She’ll need you, so I suggest you put your shit together,” he added, his expression serious.
I looked at him, absorbing everything he had just said. I understood his point, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was supposed to help her adjust when I hadn’t even fully adapted to my own new reality. I had no idea where we were even headed.
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I jolted awake, feeling someone nudging my right shoulder. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I realized I was lying next to Fatima in the private jet’s cramped bedroom. Yes, Jake owned a large private jet. I couldn’t help but marvel at it. Groaning softly, I turned to see who was disturbing my slumber.
“Fatima! Are you okay?” I asked, sitting up and inching closer to her. She looked as if she had just seen a ghost; her hair was a wild mess, and her eyes were wide with panic.
“We need to leave! Those people… they’re not people!” she whispered harshly, her voice trembling.
I sighed and gently held her hands to calm her. “You need to relax, my love.”
“Are you crazy? Did you hear what I just said? That guy is… he is something else. I think he’s a vampire!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting around as if expecting danger to leap out at any moment. Her hands were shaking, and I could feel how cold she was. I had to calm her down before another panic attack set in.
Wrapping my arms around her, I tried to share my warmth. “Please, just relax. You need to stay calm. I can explain everything to you. I won’t let them—or anyone—hurt you, Fatima. You trust me, right?” I asked her earnestly. She nodded, her expression grave as she listened intently.
“Okay, so here it goes…”
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After I explained everything, Fatima looked at me as if I had grown two heads, and then she burst out laughing. “Oh…my God! You—werewolves—witches! Hahahahaha!” she gasped between fits of laughter.
I stared at her, realizing she thought I was joking. Denial was the first stage. When she noticed I wasn’t laughing with her, her laughter faltered. “Why aren’t you laughing? This is a joke, right?” She looked around the room, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings. “Where the hell are we?”
Oh, shit…
“I wasn’t joking,” I said slowly, gauging her reaction.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “And you expect me to believe this? Seriously?”
“No, I don’t. But think about what you saw today. How would you explain that? You said it yourself: he’s not human.”
“This is bullshit!” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing I was right. “If what you’re saying is true and you’re a hybrid or whatever… I don’t want any part of this!”
My heart sank at her words. It was painful to think that I might lose her—she had become family to me. I felt an overwhelming wave of guilt wash over me. This was all my fault; I had dragged her into this mess.
“I’m so sorry, Fatima! It’s all my fault! I thought I could start over and escape all this bullshit like you said, but instead, I just brought trouble into your life! I’m terrible and selfish…” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks.
To my surprise, I felt her warm arms wrap around me. “It’s okay, honey. It’s not your fault at all. I’m glad I met you, and maybe this is just fate. It’s just… it’s hard to believe, you know? I’m trying to wrap my head around this—werewolves and witches! This is some crazy stuff right here! And now I have a soulmate? That’s what you’re saying?”
I wiped my tears, looking at her with newfound determination. “Yes, now you have a soulmate. But he’s going to be very possessive and a bit overwhelming.”
“But I’m a lesbian! Ugh, I’ve never been with a man except once in college, and we never, you know…” she trailed off, her cheeks turning pink.
It took me a moment to process what she was saying. “Oh my God, you’ve never had sex with a man. You’re a virgin!” I exclaimed, and she quickly slapped a hand over my mouth.
“Shut it! Yes, I’m a virgin; it’s not a big deal,” she said, dropping her hand but glaring at me.
“Oh damn, this is going to be so cute…” I mused, half-excited, half-terrified.
She groaned. “So where are we? I feel like we’re flying.”
I swallowed hard and averted my gaze, the reality of our situation settling in.
She laughed nervously. “We aren’t actually flying, right?” She glanced at me, sensing my hesitation. “Prisca!”
“We are flying to Scotland,” I blurted out in a rush.
“What?”
I swallowed hard again. “We’re flying to Scotland.”
“I am going to kill you!” she shouted, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
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