A/n: Not edited. Chelsea can't bring anyone back unless she releases a soulless as well... what is she going to do ?!

hm... Ok so a lot of people are asking what the sequel to His Forgotten Mate is? IT IS CALLED: Elixir.

Then many are wondering where is book one of this series? I'm posting it, but I'm adding NEVER SEEN OR READ BEFORE chapters changing the way I started off the first book. That being said, even if you read the first book (Unexpected), you haven't read the new chapters so check them out... PLEASE :)

You get to see Chelsea/Jason/Gabriel before... everything... Many haven't read the first version, but for those that have, that have been with me since the first book, please check it out. I'm trying to fix the many mistakes I had in those first few chapters...

ANYWAYS, Enjoy :)

Chapter 13 – Oakley POV

As Chelsea and the others walked away I placed my hand on my chest, feeling the erratic beating beneath my palm, beating, racing in a way it had never done before. I felt out of breath despite being still, not moving an inch, a wide smile, so wide my cheeks hurt.



My other hand absent-mindedly lifting, fingering the place a scar should be on my wrist, she made it go away, within minutes. I was simply euphoric despite all what I had just learned about momma, who she was, who I was, what Ben and I would be.



Nothing Chelsea explained seemed safe or normal, ‘back home normal’ I mean, but I was – there weren’t words. I couldn’t find them just yet. I was a shifter, momma was what she called an ‘Elder,’ Chelsea, I could already tell was important. Everyone here was taking their cues from her I noticed, but she seemed real tired, maybe it’s because she was just shot a bunch and then came here and she’s learning a lot of new things like you. The voice inside my head offered and for once, I couldn’t even, control my emotions, my vision blurred, I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t just hearing voices – you only hear mine Oakley!



Do – do you have a name? I mean do I just call you the voice in my head? I questioned, never wanting to admit this before, I shied away from responding to the voice but now… my name is Byrdie, I’m your wolf, when you shift that is-



‘Hmmm’ momma hummed, ‘where is my little birdy?’ she played along while I hid under my bed with my bear.



‘Buzzzzz’ I hummed in return, giggling but momma still couldn’t find me, ‘buzzzzz,’ I do it again to give her a clue, until she gets on the floor looking under the bed.



‘There you are birdy!’ she exclaimed happily, eyes bright, large smile, but I shake my head, ‘I not a bird I a bee!’ I says giggling, ‘buzzzzz’ I show momma.



‘Silly me! You are right… you aren’t a birdy! You are my buzzing bumblebee.’



I inhale shakily, closing my eyes as the memory takes over my whole being, and I feel hands on me, snapping my eyes open I see Uncle Grant his hand on my shoulder, and Ben, worried, his hand on my side ready to hug me, they both look at me confused, probably because you’re smiling, and big fat tears are rolling down your face, oh and you’re panting…



I shake my head at them trying to breathe; it’s different, not like before when I was back home, when I felt like I was suffocating in that house. Now the tightness in my chest came without the ugly thoughts, without the shame of things I would never be able to change, there were no reminders of my shortcomings. Instead, the girl like me, with my eyes, hair and small nose, she was here and she wanted me around, years and years of wondering if they’d like me, want me around, worrying. Someone besides momma had my face, and she wanted me here, was happy Ben and I were here…



The men, they – they weren’t like the people back home, the way they spoke, the words they used to describe momma, it – it made me feel big, my heart happy, she wasn’t looked down upon here. They knew the momma I knew, the brave one that was good, she was good inside, wanted to my momma. She wanted ben and I, she wanted her girls… I couldn’t control the heavy breathing, “Oakley… sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Uncle Grant said pulling me back to the wrap around sofa, sitting me down, but when I tried to open my mouth speak, my mind was blank, just different I inhaled raggedly.



“That’s it, good girl,” he coached when I tried to regulate my breathing, stopping the crushing feeling that was attacking my chest. But my emotions were flooding me, crashing into me, but gradually my heavy panting, and gasping, turned into slow even breaths.



“Oakley… what was that about?” Uncle Grant nodded, concerned, I hated that look but I believed it now, he really was here for me, the realizations startling. All these years, all this time, he was – it wasn’t an act or him trying to deceive me, I inhaled, determined to keep calm now, but my eyes shone, his image blurred. “Did you know uncle Grant?” I asked hoarsely, my voice so thick with emotion, but it just didn’t make sense to me.



I waited patiently, his eyes widened, as he licked his lips, “I won’t be angry if you did,” I offered shrugging, but it just… he flicked his eyes over to Aunt Julia, she gave him a tight smile.



“Your father was hurt Oakley, and he had you two, even when your mother was around he loved her, but he was trying to support you all, your mom on the other hand… she paid for three semesters of my tuition, when I had maxed out on loans and just… she never even mentioned paying it back, we – I didn’t find out that it was her until she was gone to be honest. When she disappeared, your father broke, but all I could remember was her face, behavior and actions… Julia and I we – it just didn’t make any sense so we called a private investigator because it was…” he seemed to be censoring his thoughts, using his hands, trying to explain, Ben sat down next to me listening too.



“What your Uncle is trying to say is that… it would have made more sense that your mom left and took you two with her, than just leaving Oakley alone for that long like you said Oakley. When you didn’t want to speak of it, saying you don’t know and not giving information, your uncle and I just figured that whatever happened, scarred you. It was too much for your mind to process and face and then six years ago, it just – we saw how much you were suffering and that is when we hired the investigator. Granted we couldn’t pay for much, but what he found or didn’t find, well he advised us that whatever happened your mother didn’t leave that house, that there was nothing outside explaining where she went, that everything that had to be learned was in that house. With you…”



“He couldn’t find her anywhere?” Ben asked sadly and I realize that he still had hoped that maybe momma was alive out there, living. Not gone completely.



Aunt Julia, her brows furrowed in pain, pinched, but she shook her head from side to side, unfortunately, I inhaled a shallow breathe, letting what I had already knew settle, while Ben absorbed this for himself now, finally. His lip shaking, he nodded once, and then he turned to me, “why were you crying earlier Bee?” I smiled, “You know how Chelsea was talking about the voices in my head, well voice,” I rested back, this was easier to talk about now, even Uncle Grant and Aunt Julia were at ease, “I thought I was going crazy because it’s like she comments on things, knows things, jokes with me and everything, and it’s not all the time, like…” I paused looking at my healed wrist.



“She was telling me not to do it,” I said with a bit of reluctance, not wanting to see their reactions, the – the disappointment maybe…“The voice told you not to harm yourself?” Uncle Grant asked gruff, slow. I nodded, “she said that I should hold on, that it would be okay, that I wasn’t alone, but I didn’t know that the voice was because of what I was or would be… I was just so tired Uncle Grant and I mean… I was hearing a voice… it’s not like that thing you see on T.V sometimes where there’s like a good you on one shoulder and then a bad you on the other,” I wasn’t explaining this right but it was hard to find words, explaining what I was experiencing to someone that wouldn’t feel it.



“Sometimes it would be okay, it was comforting, but most of the time, it was scary,” I whispered. “When was it comforting to you Oak?” I tilted my head thinking of when it was a relief to have heard Byrdie, “When I… when I could hear what people said about me from a far…” I shrug one shoulder, neither aunt Julia or uncle Grant spoke so I inhaled deeply, releasing and I continued, “I can hear everything… if I was in one classroom I can hear what’s being said in another, throw walls. It’s faint but I can hear it, which was something else that made me anxious, but then I can be walking and if someone was across the street, talking about me, or about momma, saying how she abandoned us, I could hear it, and – and the voice would tell me that they didn’t matter, what they were saying wasn’t the truth, I knew the truth. It hurt, because it would be people that smile to my face, are nice to me, but from a distance, they would be talking bad about me, momma, I could hear everything Sarah said about momma… and – and at first I couldn’t control it, like it was hard to control what I listened too, until I could just tune it all out, sometimes its annoying,” I finish in a huff, the words spilling out of me, aunt Julia’s eyes watery, her lips thin – uncle Grant just looks defeated but I don’t understand why.



“So you could hear every insult, taunt, whispered word, from everyone?” aunt Julia’s voice rising as she speaks, her face grim, I nod. “For how long?” she asks in a sharp gasp.



I purse my lips thinking, “about a year now… I guess everyone’s always talked about us, kids teasing me that momma didn’t want me that she ran away from me, but I never heard the ones from a far, but then I could and-” I stop just shaking my head, “When I was around you guys or at the community college, that’s pretty much the only time where I wouldn’t be taken off guard about people saying things about momma or me, you guys never mention her around me, not even from a far…” I said with a bit of awe and a smile, “and at the community college, no one really cared about if momma left or not, they were concerned or whispering about my age,” I said with a small snort. Ben remained silent to my side, just holding my wrist, toying with the bracelet I had on, “Are you happy here Bee?” he whispered when I finished. He didn’t look up, or stop what he was doing, his voice small but he wasn’t giving much away.



I didn’t want to be selfish but, “I wasn’t – I feel the same but different, like I can just be here, and-” I didn’t want to make it seem like I wasn’t taken care of back home, but it was different here. I knew more here than I did back home, I knew I wasn’t going crazy, I was hearing my wolf, not just a voice, and I was wanted here. I didn’t feel like that back home. I missed daddy, but I knew he would’ve fancied Sarah and Amelia be here and I loved that it was just us…



“I…” Ben finally looked up, “I’m happy you guys are here with us,” he said to aunt Julia and uncle Grant, “I – I know dad is probably real sad, but we’ll go back eventually and when we do, well be trained up and know how to protect ourselves…” he nodded to himself.



I squealed, bubbly, “I’m happy you’re here Benny,” I wrapped my arms around his smaller – not by much – body thankfully.



“What are we? Chopped liver?” uncle Grant pouted, his blue eyes sparkling, aunt Julia, clapped her hands together, standing, “big ol’ child,” she muttered under her breath, but I lifted a brow at her, her cheeks flushed when she realized I heard that too. She hung her head back, holding in her laughter, “How about dinner? I think we have the ingredients to make spaghetti?” she looked to Benny, uncle Grant and I, I nodded, “Yeah, I’m starving,” Benny exaggerated, patting his belly. I knew things weren’t magically fixed, I’d probably be talking more to uncle Grant, but for the moment I felt more hopeful than I had in months.



“Okay well… lets really take a look around, see what we have and then we can write those lists that Chelsea-”



“Our sister,” I whispered, not meaning to cut him off but all eyes cut to me, I just pretended I couldn’t feel their gaze on me and eventually uncle Grant continued, “right, that your sister said we could write for things we’d need or like… how does that sound?” I nodded, standing walking to the den that held baskets of clothes, four well folded, everything still wrapped or with tags. Two weeks supplies of underclothes, different shirts and summer beach dresses, three bathing suits, I lifted one and eyed the pool that now that the steel window covers were gone looked pretty inviting.



“Wanna go swim?” I asked Ben eagerly, who nodded, and we turned to uncle Grant, who just snorted – but nodding – giving us the go ahead. Grabbing my basket of things I took off to the stairs behind the kitchen leading to the second floor, “I want the corner room on the right!” I declared, they were all similar, large bed on bamboo looking cases, a chair and desk, small TV, bare windows, white bedding. The only difference was the view.

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Grant Lawson POV

I watched silently as Ben grabbed his own basket, slower than Oakley, but followed her, taking the room next to hers, entering the two of them changing quickly, then heading outside on the deck jumping into the pool fooling and jumping on each other. Standing I leave Julia and my own baskets on the floor, heading over to my wife, I sighed, resting against the corner as she cooked.



“What?” she asked not even turning to look at me, not that she’d need to see me to know what I was thinking right now, we knew how to read each other, I could hear the kids giggling, teasing each other, see them splashing each other, knowing what we did about Oakley I grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper.



ARE WE DOING THE RIGHT THING HERE?



I slipped the paper towards her.



She nodded, washing her hands, and then lowered the stove boiling the noodles, before replying.



I know that my two sisters are probably broken down; my parents are suffering as well. We have family back home, but none of those people know how to support Oakley and ben in this way. She scribbled, it won’t be forever, they plan on training ben and Oakley AND- Julia sighed heavily, using her pen to point outside at Oakley and Ben, Ben is happy if Oakley is happy and she is, I don’t think I’ve seen that girl smile like she is now since Norine went away. She deserves this chance to get herself to a better place, Chelsea said if we go back they are going to remove the information we’ve been given.



We’ve been living with nearly ten years of no answers grant! Ten years of watching Oakley just fall apart; do you really want to bring her back to the girl with no light in her eyes? The private investigator found nothing grant, these people can come back and do that to Oakley… to Ben… we’d be back in the dark. She wrote furiously, the amount of force she was using, the words deep, the paper dented.



BUT WORSE of all… we didn’t know the half of what Oakley is dealing with Grant! She will go back to thinking she’s crazy, hearing voices, with Pat pushing Sarah and Amelia in her face, she’ll go back to hearing whispers about her family dealing with it all alone. I’m not saying that this is a quick fix to her, she still has things to work on, the poor girl doesn’t see how special she is Grant, how much she’s loved – her eyes back on me the pen down for a minute, I nod closing my eyes, thinking, my mind racing, I didn’t even – our family, everyone would be under the impression that we died.



Julia tapped the pen on the counter, snapping my eyes open I read what she wrote next, Chelsea may seem like a stranger to us, to Ben, but Oakley… I think she’s had that girl, the one she had never met in her heart all this time, it’s been six years and she still calls Amelia, Amelia. She NEVER once called Amelia her sister, or stepsister, nothing; Grant, but she just claimed Chelsea, Julia pushes the paper towards me before reaching over and pulling it back to continue.



What if we go back, and Oakley runs away seeking out the people Norine mentioned and runs into problems there? Or Ben shifts out in anger? Injuring some innocent person – putting my palms up, I had read enough; Julia wasn’t writing anything that I wasn’t already thinking. I hated the situation as it was, I wasn’t a father, but I knew Pat was suffering, I knew guilt would be eating him alive, but going back to the life we had with no answers, that seemed like there would be more hurt there, on that path.



I pulled my wife into my arms, sighing I rest my forehead against hers, “We’re staying…” she nodded, giving me a small shy smile, her eyes bright, kissing me softly, she went back to the stove, seasoning the ground beef, making her special meatballs, looking pensive before she just threw her head back in laughter as she molded one of the balls. Not a soft laugh, or tiny giggle, loud, and she even dropped the meatball she was molding.



“What?” I asked smiling, loving her laugh but wondering what brought it about.



She shook her head, “I – I was thinking about her offer, helping us conceive,” she said watching my face, I nodded, “well… it’s just that did you see how she healed Oak’s wrist…” I could see the mirth in her eyes but I didn’t understand. Until she picked the meatball back up, “Chelsea’s, she may have to touch your junk Grant…” my face scrunched up as I thought about it, oh.



“Awkward,” Julia mumbled under her breathe, I just shook my head, taking the piece of paper we used and lighting it on fire, letting it burn in the sink, we were staying.

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Gabriel POV

I left Chelsea in bed, exhausted, but at ease, to check on Ava, as well as the rest of the people here. Her room right across ours, with her even breathing I could tell Ava was already fast asleep, but when i poked my head inside I was not all too surprised to see a large wolf in the room, on the floor. The wolf, lifts his head, she knows she’s in a new place, asked me to stay Casey thought and because Chelsea and I completed the mate bond, I could hear him now, Chelsea is my Luna.

Ours,Max quickly corrected.

“Thanks,” I acknowledge Casey before leaving, checking the house, locking up I returned back to our room, but as I approached our bed I was expecting to find Chelsea fast asleep. However she wasn’t on our bed. Listening out towards the bathroom, I hear nothing, not even her heartbeat.

Chelsea?I tried - not yet fully worried but slightly agitated - over the link, waiting for a response, but none came

Leaving our room I start exploring different areas, the kitchen, then our separate offices, the game room, theater, living room, libraries, and finally the panic sets in.

I return to the kitchen, alert, I can’t find Chelsea I tell everyone in the house, she isn’t in the house I’ve looked everywhere, I warn, Max, whining in my head.

Soon enough Jack, Casey, Mikael, Violet, Lukas, Victor, Nonno, Greta, and Remy are all in the kitchen with me, confusion on their faces.

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