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Chapter 12 – Chelsea POV

I never understood the process of ‘life’ in general… the phases that you endure regardless of who you are, what you believe in or what you do. You are a baby, then a toddler, a child, a young child, teenager or young adult, and then you are an adult. I would hear parents telling children, you’re a child enjoy that while you can or you’re going to miss that time in your life when you can be carefree, granted there would be consequences for your actions as a child, you didn’t have to deal with ‘grown up’ problems. You were a child, therefore you did childish things, until one day, it had crept up and surprised you, ‘bam,’ adulthood.



This was how I felt, I had been a child even when I thought of myself as an adult, I hadn’t been. I was carefree, had nothing to really deal with, no real life problems on my shoulders, I didn’t have to think of my actions in terms of how it impacted anyone. Now, that was different, all the time I had spent before pleading with my wolves to tell me what they knew, what I was meant for, why I was so gifted, that was my childhood. Right here, this was my wakeup call, “You see there are many confusing while well thought out plans. White wolves are merely so because of a genetic mutation as well as character, but without testing we can’t positively correlate the two variables. Though I’ve I got off subject-” the man says.



“What’s your name?”



“Liam,” he says with a slow nod, “As I was saying, the mutation is rare, but that mutated gene is what stands between destruction, takeover, power and many enemies with each their own agenda,” Liam, with his brow serious eyes spoke nonchalantly, but I understood the severity of his words. Everyone had what they wanted, plans on what needed to be done to execute each unstoppable, foolproof plan.



I could spot ulterior motives from miles away. Now. Hopefully.



“But my blood?”



“The Elders, have many plans, faked reverses that are being pulled on the humans right now. We have seen that the U.S. president has confirmed our existence, but for whatever reason that information was leaked, it only works to the Elders’ benefit.” How could he possibly know that? Gabriel asked, but I was listening to the man, as well as his words, searching for dishonesty. I had yet to find it.



“They have developed a serum, they are able to control their army on a strictly biological level. They’ve programed or a better word is that they’ve infected a large group of people to do as the humans have said, but the government isn’t aware of the backdoor hatch they’ve included – not yet. When the time comes they will be bale to change that programing, they’re being patient, making sure that their plan is impenetrable.” Humans are in grave danger… Liam thought, his words and thoughts blending, “How do you-”



“Know?” I nodded.



“I was in a facility, one of many.”



I knew I was wrong but I still asked, “Many captives?” slowly enunciating the words.



Liam shook his head, my stomach clenched unease, “No the facility… there are many but not in one location.” It was bad that they had more than one, but the straw that really broke me knew that this was large scale, it wasn’t one or two people being held at each place, not the way Liam said, the implications didn’t point to that alternative.



Facilities? Armies? Family? Lies Jason told? Moving? Two graves were currently being dug on the island to lay Nona and McKenna to rest tomorrow. So much going on… I hadn’t expected this to be one big vacation but we had been going at full speed for so long already… after the minor loss of thoughts I focused back on the here and now.



Accepting Liam’s words I nodded, but my mind was still occupied with the Albert that according to the tape had killed my mother. “We all need time to settle in, once we’ve settled our pack we will start working…” I said dismissing Leland, Marlon and the other men. My heart was flying, so much new information, when they all left I sighed heavily, resting my head down on the cool wooden table. This was just too much, too fast. I needed a step back, mere hours to just regroup; my mother was an Elder, had more children, was on the run because she killed three other Elders, and it was hurtful, shaking me to my core that Jason had known all of this but never said anything.



What on earth was he waiting for? I asked myself only to be chastised by Aria, you held your own secrets as well… you never told him the extent of your gifts… you told no one… he was waiting maybe for you to come clean.



I blew air, closing my eyes; didn’t they understand that they were complicit in the decision to not tell anyone what was happening to me?



I wiped at my face furiously, just so exhausted. Sensing that I’d hit my limit, mentally, emotionally… Gabriel spoke, “You guys settle in, write a list of what you want/need, later we will stop by,” I stood nodding woodenly.



“Can I borrow the recording?” I asked, Gabe next to me.



“Will I get it back?” Oakley asked in a small voice.



“Yes,” she nodded, examining me with my eyes, our mothers’ eyes. With the recording tightly in my hand, Gabriel and I were ready to cross the threshold; abruptly I turned back to the Lawson’s, “Oakley, Ben… I’m really glad that you’re here and that you guys have decided to stay,” the shy but genuine smiles I received sent warmth to my heart. Leaving their house, I robotically made it back to the house, I didn’t know how to process the new information with the ones my brain had conjured up about certain things.



Anya – Elder Bellamy or Norine – whatever name she had, more and more I was getting concrete evidence that she hadn’t abandoned me, but instead of feel free, accepted or wanted – I was sad. Unbearable pain swelled inside me, my vision blurred and the noises around were in the background, I needed time, I knew that others wanted to jump right in. I couldn’t do that just yet, explore the island, meet all the people here, and confront Eleanor about her father Albert…



All of that can wait Chelsea, Gabriel said easily, in my mind, walking me inside, and then up to the room that would be ours while we were here, using his gift to bypass everyone else. With floor to ceiling windows, we were overlooking the islands beautiful plush greenery, the sun setting, the skies a bright orange, wrapped in dark blues and burning reds.



I place the recorder down on the side of my bed, just dazed by everything, “She loved me – us.” I whisper the words in amazement and disbelief, the anger inside me building because now I was torn. Confused by everything, ten years ago I wasn’t even with Jason yet, but Anya was under the impression that I was, she thought I was with Jay and for the life of me I couldn’t understand why she thought that. Maybe she came around and saw them with Audrey and believed they had you as well? Aria proposed while I began pacing, burning off energy while my mind did the same.



“That – she,” I groaned not sure how I felt when everything was put into perspective. “What sweetheart?” Gabriel cooed, coming to stand right in front of me, halting my mini turnabout pacing.



With trembling lips, I look into his worried eyes, “I want to be angry with Jay, for abandoning her, I was angry. But now… knowing that she had Oakley and Ben, that wouldn’t have happened if she was with him, and…” I shrugged. Despite just being introduced to her I felt connected, a strange bond that made me want to protect her and make her happy. Oakley and Ben. Understanding reflected to me in his eyes, he nodded, “Things weren’t how they were supposed to be but if they were, you – they wouldn’t be here and you can’t bring yourself to wish Jay had actually manned up,” I sighed heavily, bobbing my head before resting against his chest. Gabriel encircled me, holding me against his tightly, one hand holding while the other ghosted along my back and side.



“Exactly,” I moaned enjoying his touch, his body swaying us slowly, his hands creeping under my shirt, leaving a burning trail against my back.



“She loved you,” he murmured huskily, his breath warm, sweet, mine; I nodded, “Jason loved you. Jack and Casey love you. Ava well she really adores you, and me,” he paused pulling away looking down into my eyes, and I’m sure he can see the want, his touch is creating, as well as the sadness and hurt I’m feeling, “and I love you Chelsea.” His words send me soaring, my heart thumping – beating crazily in my chest – my emotions electrified, I lift my hand to cup his face, feel his stubble against my thumb as I caress his face, watching his eyes dilate, turn nearly black, filled with lust. His – now very – prominent erection pressing against my stomach, going to the tips of my toes, my lips crash against his, hot red want surges me forward.



I panted into the kiss passionate as Gabriel’s lips moved away, trailing down my jaw, to my neck, the junction of my collar, nipping, his teeth lightly scratching against my wired, skin. I wanted him, wanted him desperately, pulling my hand from his body I leaned away slightly, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head, Gabriel’s removing his own clothes throwing them down haphazardly, joining mine. Every inch of my skin against his, grabbing, massaging as he did the same with me, my skin flushed, pebbled in pleasure, a shiver running down my back at the pure want I see in his eyes. With each step I take back, Gabriel with serious prowess steps towards me, until the side of the bed is hitting the backs of my legs and I’m trapped exactly where I want to be.



Straight away Gabriel reaches down, rubbing my sweet spot, ravishing my chest, while I arch my body towards his mouth; my eyes closed just enjoying what he was doing to my body, knowing that more was to come. Thrown quickly into one orgasm, Gabriel lifted me in his arms, moving me, until I feel the chilled wall behind me, and he quickly sheathed his self inside me, slowing down, waiting, kissing me, slowly grinding against me, “More,” I moaned against his lips wanting him harder.



Pounding into me, his mouth against my neck all I could do was take what he gave, holding onto him my legs wrapped around his waist, my body heated, ours slapping against each other, each thrust painfully building what was to come, as Gabriel loved me hard.



“Mark… Me…” I pant against his neck, wanting to complete our bond, knowing that it was right and I was ready for this next step. Staggering, close to the edge, one of his hands reached between us, rubbing my core in tight circles while his thumb. “So close,” I groaned as his thrusting became erratic, pounding, my fangs elongating, skinning into his neck as his did mine, we came groaning, the tightly wound coil snapping as he exploded inside me with a groan. Pulling away, licking the now completed marks, my skin shocked, pebbled all over, as I rested my head against his shoulder, Gabriel held me up. I was thankful I couldn’t walk right now, surely I’d fall if my feet were on the ground, I panted against him, “I love you so much,” I said after a few minutes, unwinding my legs from his torso, I groan at the feeling of loss as he pulls out of me. His lips crashing to mine, hungrily still.



“So perfect Chelsea…” Gabriel pulled away, his forehead against mine, a small smirking smile on his beautiful face, “shower?” he asked with a serene smile. Dazed, relaxed I just nodded, sleepily, until Gabriel bent down throwing me over his shoulder, giving me a nice very of his taut ass – even that was hot, toned. I giggled; reaching, grabbing and feel Gabriel swat mine.



Turning on the water, Gabriel lowered me to my feet, joining me under the water, the steam building around us, light touches turning into soapy gropes, until Gabriel just turned me around, placing my hands against the wall, swiftly entering me once again from behind, keeping a hard pace, this orgasm taking what little energy I had left, the water turning cool after some time made us wash before exiting, dressing in light clothing, Gabriel in boxers we fell into bed tiredly. Content, it didn’t seem fair that I was this blissfully happy when two people I’d come to care about were suffering.



From behind me Gabriel whispered, “I’m going to check on Ava, I’ll be right back,” exhausted I just hummed in response, closing my eyes, sleep taking over. The last things I thought about were Gabriel, and what a hard day tomorrow would be for so many of us; I wanted to help more than anything.

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No sooner than I expected I was stretching, awake, shocked that I couldn’t feel Gabriel in bed with me when I stretched my hands out, I opened my eyes slowly, blinking, startled I sat up in bed quickly, my eyes darting around, I was back in the white room. Mother and Jason at my side, smiles on their faces, and when I gazed at Jason I couldn’t help but smile at him.



Not sure why, a swell of laughter bubbled up in my chest, coming out as I looked at dad, “This is all I’ve ever wanted for you sweetheart,” his words caressing me. I nodded, smile still on my face, I just shrug, “I – uhm – I know, I just wish that you would’ve told me more, not left so much to be uncovered. I may understand why, I had to find it out on my own, make decisions but… you knew so much and I just, I hate playing catch up Dad.”



“I know,” he said.



“So…” I looked at them both expectantly.



Now it was their turn to chuckle, “You came to the Hereafter on your own Luna,” Mother said patiently. I nodded even though I didn’t understand, “Nona and McKenna, are – are they here?” I whispered the words, my voice catching, especially when I didn’t know if they were here.



Mother and Jason give each other a side-glance “Luna, now that you have access to the Hereafter, we need to discuss a few things with you,” Mother said.



“I will say that yes, your Nona and McKenna are here, however you need to understand the repercussions of what you are going to be doing,” Dad started, his voice grave and low. His eyes serious, and I wasn’t sure I was going to like this. I nodded, and he continued, “The people in the Hereafter are called the Forsaken, but for each Forsaken you take with you, there has to be balance Chelsea. Do you understand?”



I nod slowly, “Okay, if you take with you four Forsaken, you will also be releasing unknown to you, four Soulless,” my eyes widened, and I couldn’t even blink, “if I took people from here I would also be letting evil back into the world, but I wouldn’t – couldn’t choose the people? I could be releasing serial killers? Rapists? And – and I wouldn’t know where they were?” I repeated the words out loud.



Dad and the Mother nodded, “It is how balance is maintained.”



Checks and balances. A way to ensure that I never went overboard, knowing that while I would be saving McKenna, Nona and Katie I would be willfully releasing three soulless individuals. I stared at Dad, not knowing what to do… Did I bring them back and then hope that the three soulless returned weren’t the bottom of the bottom? Could I do that? Expose others to three dangerous people? I closed my eyes, this was what I meant, life had gotten so complicated.

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