“How are you ever going to finish if you keep staring?”
Eve blushed furiously as she clenched onto her notebook. “Maybe I wouldn’t be so distracted if you would look your age.”
Adlaric grinned and put down his paperwork. After classes, she stopped by as she usually did. They had ventured to his office where she sat on one side of his desk and he sat on the other. Things were comfortable. She was happy.
“Maybe I need to leave in order for you to get your studies done.”
“Leave your own office?” Humor and judgement laced her words.
“Anything to get you to graduation,” he said leaning forward on his elbows. She smiled at him, her hands cupped on the side of her face. Moments of silence filled the room just like the scent of her curiosity filled his nostrils. Eventually, he looked up and raised an eyebrow at her.
“What is it? What do you want to ask?”
She lifted her head and chewed on her bottom lip. “It’s like I can’t hide anything from you but you can hide everything from me.”
“With time you’ll learn how to read your senses. Little one, you are a natural born Luna which means your senses are just as heightened as ours. It just takes more effort for you to contact them. One day you will be able to read me like those dirty novels you enjoy so much.”
“Hey! I don’t read–” She stopped arguing when she saw his expression. “It’s not my fault. I’m mated to an Alpha and I am a teenage girl; I’m a bundle of unbridled sexual hormones. And besides have you looked at yourself in the mirror?”
“Yes, I have and I have no idea how I ever survived without my mate by my side.” He pushed his chair away from his desk and gestured to his lap. Evangeline stood up and walked around the wood, sitting, rightfully, on his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I know you said all of that to distract me. What was your question?”
She paused for a long moment. “I know I can’t tell people at my school, but...I...I know I’m your mate, but others don’t. I don’t know what to call you or what we are...”
“You want a title?”
“I believe I’d call you my girlfriend, right?”
She nodded her head eagerly. She smiled up at him and straddled his lap, much to his agreement. “I guess this means I have to dump my other boyfriend, right?”
His eyes darkened dangerously and his canines elongated.
“I’m kidding! It’s a joke. You’re the only one I’ve been thinking about.”
Adalric grinned as he let his nose run up the side of her neck. Her skin vibrated with a huff from deep inside his chest. “You’re mine, Evangeline. And I am yours.”
Her skin suddenly burned with a furiously red blush. Hearing his declaration made her the happiest woman in the world.
It was time for her to grow up, it was time for her to be a Queen, and it was time for her to let her fantasies spring into life.
Evangeline sat on the grassy hill watching the vibrant waves turn over each other. There was a cool breeze surrounding her, making her hair blow in the breeze and her white dress wrap around her legs. Tucked under herself, her legs were becoming numb, so she unwrapped them and laid them straight out in front of her.
It was only when she looked down that she saw her stomach was plump. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her hand went down to run itself over her perturbing form. Eve jumped slightly when she felt the boisterous patter of something deep within her stomach. She didn’t know how, but she just knew...she was pregnant.
The breeze blew again, making the chimes on the nearby tree ring in pretty tones. Seeing a pink purse next to her, she picked it up and grabbed the phone that was in it. The screensaver was of Emmaline, Aurora, Cynara, Persephone, Aristotle, Elijah, Morpheus, and Eros. Adalric was behind them, circling them with his arms. He was smiling, in fact they all were, which was a stark contrast to how those kids acted before. Somehow she just knew she took the photo.
Adalric looked just the same, but when Eve opened the camera, she saw a woman in place of a girl. She had aged, although gracfully. She looked around 27 or so. Her curly locks had loosened with time and her smile was outlined by laughing lines. Her hair was in two-sides-up with braids going into a neat bundle at the back of her head. There was a fresh coat of red lipstick on her plump lips and her eyes were dazzled with eyeshadow.
She dropped the phone, startled, when she heard the shriek of a young girl. The child had to be no more than five years hold and she ran with all her force up the embankment of sand and to Eve, throwing herself into Eve’s arms. The Luna gasped and fell back.
“Mommy! Mommy! Eros splashed me!”
“Aurora, what have I told you about doing that to your mother?” Eve looked behind the blonde little girl to Adalric. She lost her breath. Her mate stood there shirtless with white dress pants on that hung low on his hips. He stood a few feet away with a little boy in his arms. Adlaric bent down and let the boy walk to Aurora.
Aurora looked at Eve guiltily. “I’m sorry mommy I didn’t mean to hurt baby broger.”
Evangeline, on instinct, smiled and pushed the girl’s hair away from her eyes. “He’s alright, darling. I’m glad you apologized.” Aurora smiled brightly even though she was missing her front teeth. She stood up and ran back down the sand with the other little boy following her. Adlaric came and sat down, pulling Eve into his lap and kissing her.
Eve heard Aurora’s laugh again and looked down at the ocean to see her tugging at a tall boy’s arm. His dark hair was soaked with sea water. He was wearing swimming trunks and as he looked at Eve, she realized that that tall, handsome, healthy young boy was her Eros. He wasn’t a boy anymore. Eros picked up Aurora and walked into the ocean with other children following him.
She looked at Adalric. He just stared at the sea. “You have to wake up, Evangeline.”
Eve shuttered. Adlaric finally turned his head to look at her. “I didn’t know this was what you’ve always wanted. You wanted a big family. I want that too, little one, but you first must wake up.”
“What’s happening?” She whispered.
“I don’t know.” He replied.
“Where am I? What happened?”
Adalric stayed silent. He stood up and held his hand out. The two went for a walk along the beach. “I know as much as you do. This is what you made to make yourself feel better. This is your dream. I don’t know what happened.”
She couldn’t make the feeling of impending doom go away. It settled in her stomach much like the child she was carrying. “Something bad happened.” She stated. It wasn’t a question.
He stayed silent. “You must be strong, Moya. You must fight and you must believe I will find you.”
“Find me? What do you mean?” He stopped walking and turned toward her, grabbing her delicate hands with his. It was only now she realized he was wearing a crown.
“I mean whatever caused you to go this deep in your mind must be something cruel. This is what you created to survive. But, Evangeline, being here will not help you out there. You must wake up.”
Evangeline felt her stomach twist and she became dizzy. His voice kept fading away, further and further, until she heard one final question.
“Do you remember what I told you when you were leaving Russia?”
She nodded. “You’ll always be here with me.”
“I’ll always be here with you,” he repeated.
Eve turned and lurched up the contents of he stomach onto the white floor. She gagged a few more times before she exhaustedly pushed herself up. Every part of her body burned. She glanced at her arm and noticed a long line of markings, almost as if she had been stabbed with needles over and over again.
She was wearing an exam gown, and she noticed she had nothing underneath. Someone had undressed her and redressed her. But why? What was happening? She was barefoot, her hair was in a neat ponytail, but her features were sunken into her head. There were dark bags under her eyes and her hair looked less animated than it had previously. But most importantly, she could feel the pain rooted in her heart; as if her soul was aching for something. She wanted to cry, scream, and be violent all at once.
Where was Adalric? Did he do this to her? Was she hurt? Even just thinking about her mate made her stomach swell with pain. She missed him. She felt pain because they were so far apart.
She was standing in a glass room; there was a mattress on one wall, a toilet on the other, and a few books in the corner. The room was neatly made. She was terrified. This room reminded her of the building she found the children in. She jumped to face the door when she heard it slide open. A man walked in wearing a lab coat.
“Where am I?”
He stared at her, unamused, and picked up the pen and writing pad from his pocket. “Amnesia. Interesting.”
As he spoke, memories surged through her. She grabbed her head as she was submerged into a movie of memories all of which hurt her to her core. She fell to her knees and screamed. The doctor made no move to assist her.
What would be a better test subject than a girl who was mated to the King?