Chapter 1 Conversation
Tell me that you love me, and I'll tell you that I love you
We both know that ain't true
No one can tell me 'bout you but God switched
My bitch had left me 'bout a spiritual reason
She ain't feel the same but we both know that ain't true
I'd be lying if I said that shit didn't hurt me
Mama can't make me do anything, no, that bitch ain't birth me
Long live my dawg Big Jon, he died off fake Perkins
Promoters know we won't perform, tell the security
Don't search me
Rylo Rodriguez- Set Me Free
Kimberly’s POV
Sigh, I roll over in my bed a few times trying to comfort myself but to no avail. It’s been about 5 months since the small war my pack went through has passed. Even though I saved people I let people die as well, I thought I was helping but I was being selfish.
I still haven’t told Max about what I did or can do, I swore Zach and Lynn to secrecy. I wanted to tell him myself, let him know it was me that chose Zach over his dad. At the same time, he doesn’t know what his dad has done.
All these secrets it’s just too much,
Since the war I’ve had my head in the books, I’m graduating today. Yes, high school is finally over, I missed quite the school days during the war and became the future Luna.
Me and Max are the makeshift Alpha and Luna of midnight moon, it won’t be official till we mate on the next Błood moon. He’s been distant lately and I don’t know what’s provoking him to act like this.
I let Zach, and Lynn stay in the pack.
That could be a major reason but I’m in love with Max so what’s the problem? If he’s jealous then he can just say that, I won’t be mad. Men could be so confusing when they want to be. I just don’t understand him sometimes.
I need to have an honest conversation with him and explain what happened, so he can understand my perspective and stop being upset with me.
Even though I don't feel like I did anything wrong, I did alter the timeline, which may have caused the death of his parents but who's to say that is true? His dad was on the brink of death, in the AT.
As I got up, I executed my usual routine: I swung my feet over the edge of my bed and hopped onto the soft carpet below. With a contented sigh, I stretched my limbs, feeling the satisfying release of tension as I let out a loud "ah" sound.
I walked over to my vanity and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. Fatigue had taken its toll, as evident from the bags under my eyes. I rubbed my face, trying to ease the exhaustion, but it was clear that I needed to have a conversation with Max. It wasn't just affecting my appearance, but my health too. I took one last glance in the mirror before going to the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, and I let the water get hot. As the water got hot the mirror in the bathroom fogged up. changing from, completely reflective to completely useless in seconds. That was my real indicator of the temperature being the right temperature.
I proceeded to strip down to my birthday suit, gave myself one more good stretch, and proceeded to stick my feet into the shower. After washing my hair and deep conditioning it, I cleaned my body three times for that extra freshness.
Once I stepped out of the shower, I grabbed two towels - one for my hair and one for my body. After wrapping myself in the towel, I headed towards my room to grab some underwear and choose my outfit for the day.
The turn of events bothered me. Even though Zach and I were just friends, I cared for him deeply. I suppose this created a conflict of interest in my and Max's relationship, in addition to the other unresolved issue. Why was life doing me like this, it’s always one step forward and two steps back.
Sigh
After drying off with my towel, I slipped into my undergarments and headed to my dresser to find a pair of cozy leggings. Comfort is key for today.
Today, I wore a pair of Nike biker shorts with a matching gym bra to go for a run. Since I was just going to be indoors, I contemplated if it was necessary to wear a shirt.
However, I decided to throw on a big graphic T-shirt from my closet just to be a little more covered before leaving. It's always better to be safe than sorry; you never know who might be around.
I grab a pair of sneakers and my daily essential cell phone keys, etcetera, and I'll walk to my bedroom and down the hall. While eavesdropping, I heard something intriguing and couldn't resist moving closer to the door. I pressed my ear against it to listen in on the conversation from a distance.
It was Max’s beta Austin talking first.
“I just miss her, I can’t believe she’s just gone,” he told Max while his voice started to break.
“I really don’t know how your feeling but it will get better soon, they say sometimes prayers get answered and you get a second mate in your lifetime,” Max said trying to cheer him up some.
“All I want is Stacy though” I could hear him starting to weep and it sounded like Max was getting up.
“It will be okay, now get cleaned up and go get some food. Lynn should be down there making something.” He ordered Austin, knowing he would have given him an excuse otherwise.
I heard some shuffling which startled me, so I ran away from the door. Next thing you know, the door opened and closed. Out came, Austin sniffling and wiping his face.
He took the stairs down and disappeared from my view. I walked back towards the door and put my ear to it once again, and if I wasn't mistaken, I could hear soft sobs from Max inside the room.
I knocked firmly three times and walked in. It felt like this is the perfect time to have this conversation.
Now more than ever,
