Filed To Story: In the Shadow of the Past Luna (Lily & James)
I did not want to see either of them right now, so I turned to leave. However, I froze in place when I caught part of their conversation.
“You need to sleep with him, Stephanie. Get a video. Then everything will be fine,”
my mother said in a serious tone of voice.
Sleep with who? And why would my mother want a video taken?
“Mom, he is 76 years old. I am just 26. I am not sleeping with him; that is gross,”
Stephanie replied.
“Oh, please. You used to sleep with men older than that at the care home,”
Sheila retorted.
“Yes, but my standards are higher now. I am done with luna training, and I have spent years living with a Spainard s*x g od. I am also now mated to an alpha wolf. I am not sleeping with Neil, period. I am done with that part of my life.”
Okay, two things. One, something was very wrong with my sister. Stephanie sounded like a caricature as opposed to a real she-wolf. Real people and wolves do not talk that way. Second, who the f&&k was this
Neil? Surely they did not mean Neil the council member?
“Give me a break, Stephanie,”
Sheila protested. “You know as well as I do that we need at least one more council member to be on our side. All it takes to issue punishment is a vote by 50%. That means that-if we do not sway Neil, Frank or Ray- we could be looking at serious punishment. Neil is the easiest target. If we can get him on our side, that will change the vote to 4 to 2 and we can get off with a slap on our wrists.”
What the f&&k. They WERE talking about council member Neil
Worse, it was not just Stephanie and Sheila talking. My mother was involved too. Did my mother really want to help Stephanie and Sheila get away with everything, including presumably even their role in drugging and raping me?!?!?!
“If this is so important to you, you sleep with him, Sheila! You have much more riding on this than I do. I hardly did anything!”
Stephanie yelled angrily.
“I AM PREGNANT! I AM NOT INTRODUCING FOREIGN SPERM INTO MY BIRTH CANAL!”
“OH MY GODDESS! ARE YO
“OH MY GODDESS! ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU ARE BARELY PREGNANT! AND YOU HAVE NEVER MINDED
WHAT WENT INTO YOUR SO-CALLED CANAL IN THE PAST! I THINK HALF OF THE STATE OF TEXAS
HAS PROBABLY BEEN IN THERE!”
Okay, gross. I did not need that visual. And, again, who the f&&k talks this way?
“GIRLS! Stop it! We will work this out. Look, we just need to get Neil on video doing something inappropriate. You do not even need to go all the way. Just make it look like you did.”
Wow. I had not misunderstood. My mother was seriously talking about blackmailing a council member
“I would still have to kiss him, Mom. What if he likes to use his tongue? What if he wants to take his dentures out first? No, I am not doing it.”
“Stephanie….”
“No, Mom. You are way closer to his age. Why don’t you do it?”
“I sell the girls. I am not the girl. Besides, I am mated. Your father would feel it.”
Wait, what? Sell girls??!?!! Surely, my mother was not trying to be literal. Oh, Goddess.
“So what? It is not like Robert has never cheated on you,”
Sheila offered dismissively.
There was silence.
“How did you know that Robert cheated on me?”
my mother asked accusingly.
I did not know what Sheila did in response to that question, but the next thing I knew, I heard what sounded like a loud slap followed by more yelling.
I decided at that point that it was time to leave. Clearly what happened to me was not a one-off event. And clearly Sheila and Stephanie were not the only ones I needed to worry about. Sheila, Stephanie, and my mother were all monsters.
James did try to warn me.
F&&k.
It was time to go home and drink my problems away.
(Nick POV)
As I left the packhouse, I found myself once again wishing that I did not know what I now knew. As crazy as it sounds, a part of me longed for my old life back. You know, the fake life. The life in which Stephanie was a dead saint, my mate loved me, told me everything, and did not keep secrets from me; and my mother was a good, honest, and respectable beta female.
Not knowing what else to do, and not having anyone else to reach out to, I decided to drink my feelings away. I have never been much of a drinker, but I needed something to get me through.
I briefly considered going to a bar, but then I remembered how drunk James used to get, and I decided that I did not want anyone to see me intoxicated like that. Realizing that I had plenty of whiskey at home, I decided that I would just go home and drink that. (I bought a bottle of whiskey for every male in James’ wedding party, thinking we could each have a bottle after he said “I do”
to Sheila. That obviously did not happen.)
I made it through two bottles before I began to feel the effects of the whiskey. That is when the “great”
whiskey-inspired ideas began.
The first “great”
idea that I had was to drunk-text Jenny and beg her to take me back.
Me: “Jenny, I love you so much. Please come home.”
She did not respond, so I sent another one.
Me: “Jenny, you were right about my family. They are awful. Please come home and I will go with you.
I love you.”
Still, she did not respond. That is when the second “great”
whiskey-inspired idea hit me. Hint: it was not a great idea at all. It was actually a d&mn st upid one.
Specifically, I decided that I needed to remind Jenny what she was missing.
I went to the bathroom, dropped my pants, and begin to ma sturbate while thinking of Jenny seven years ago on the night that I marked her. I thought about her soft, cr eamy skin and how delicious every inch of her tasted.
Once my member was standing perfectly at attention, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and took a few pictures of Mr. Longjohn in all of his glory. (Mr. Longjohn was the name that my drunk self had. decided to give my member that evening.)
Once done taking pictures, I texted Jenny again.
Me: “Jenny, this is Mr. Longjohn. He misses you a lot. Please come home and play with him. He will never be the same without you.”
I waited for a response, but one never came. I decided to go ahead and take care of Mr. Longjohn myself, rubbing one out for him until he got his release.
I fell only fractionally better after that. I decided to go back to the kitchen and polish off another four bottles of whiskey.
un on the!
The next morning, I woke room couch with a pounding headache. There were empty whiskey bottles and beer cans everywhere (apparently when I ran out of whiskey, I moved on to beer).
“Nolan?”
“I am here,”
he responded in a judgmental tone.
“What happened last night?”
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