Beyond These Walls (Sequel)

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Sequel Of Beyond These Walls. Copyright © 2018 by Faith Hunte All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of Faith Hunte. All images belong to their respective owners.

Romance / Drama
Faith Hunte
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Chapter 1

This book is completed only on Inkitt and Wattpad. If you are reading it anywhere else, it has been plagiarized.


So just a few things I'd like for all the readers to know; Rebecca and Xerxes obviously has A LOT of things to work on before their relationship improves.
Rebecca still does not trust Xerxes and there may be at times tension between them.

Before you start reading, if you happen to read something in this book that displeases you, please do not leave rude, hateful comments, but rather, constructive criticism.

Also, this story takes place three months after the last scene you saw in the first book.

I hope you enjoy this book. 💕

Edit: This book has been somewhat edited, and a few scenes have been rewritten. If you happen to come across any comments that seem confusing, or aren't in relation to what you read, these comments are more than likely referring to a scene that once existed, but has since been edited or rewritten.

Once again, I hope you enjoy this book! 💕


"Eat, eat." The elderly woman, Mary, placed a bowl of soup on the table, and pushed it gently towards me. I lifted my head, smiling in appreciation at her.

Taking the spoon in one hand, I dipped it into the steaming liquid, feeling the eyes of the people sitting around me, watching my every move. I was pleasantly surprised by the taste of the chicken soup; the flavor was amazing and heavy.

"It's great." I told her, watching as a smile lit up her face. She wrung her hands together, a timid sort of expression coming over her.

"I was going to be a chef," She told me softly. "I had built a restaurant and everything...but then the werewolves came..." Her voice trailed off and my smile dropped. I dipped my head in understanding, and glanced back at the soup.

My fingers around the spoon tightened. "Is that something you still desire to do?" I asked. The woman hesitated, her eyes flickering to her teenaged children who sat in the room, listening earnestly to what was being spoken.

Finally, she nodded. "Yes. When I gather enough funds I intend to rebuild the restaurant, with the help of my sons and daughter."

I made a noise in my throat, letting her know that I heard her as I continued to eat her chicken soup. I could hear the faint voices of Harold and Penelope outside; they were talking with a few men and women from the neighboring houses. The houses which they lived in, had been built almost two month ago, under the watch of Xerxes.

When the houses had been completed and furnished, I had assisted some of the townsfolk in moving in, making sure that they were comfortable, which most were.

And now, Penelope, Harold and I were revisiting the homes, wanting to see how they were getting along. Some were very welcoming to us being here, and were grateful, like Mary. Upon seeing me, she had urged me into her home, prepared some of her soup for me to eat. But not all were as kind as her.

I paused from eating to stare through a window, my eyes finding one of the houses I had attempted to go to, my body tensing at the memory of what had happened as I'd tried.

A man who lived there had thrown boiling hot water towards me and I had barely managed to step away before it could touch my body. He had then proceeded to spit curses, calling me a 'disgusting sell-out' because I was Xerxes' mate.

It hadn't been the first time I had been called this, but the pain in my chest always returned when I heard it.

Many people held the same opinion this man did, and some went further by attacking me; more than once my life was threatened. I had been going to a store one night when gunfire rained out on my vehicle, and I'd barely managed to get to safety. The amount of hate which some held towards me was shocking.

I stood abruptly, forcing myself to remain in the present and I sent a small smile to Mary. "You don't worry about gathering money to rebuild the restaurant. I will assign some men to construct it." My hand reached into the coat I wore, grasping a simple, white card with a few printed words and gave it to her.

"Write your number on the back of it and I will have one of the construction workers call you."

Mary's mouth dropped open, the card trembling in her hands. "Are you certain?"

Nodding, I watched as her eyes glistened suspiciously with what looked like tears. Her son, hearing my words, jumped up and left the room, and when he returned, he did so with a black pen, and handed it to his mother. She scribbled down her number and name and I took it. After a few more words, I left the home, and walked down the pathway of Mary's house. Harold was waiting for me outside, and stood at the end of it.

His hands rubbed together and his body visibly shuddered at the strong chilly wind. "It's getting dark," He murmured, glancing at his watch which was strapped around his wrist. "We should leave soon."

I inclined my head in agreement, watching as Penelope bounded over to us, her red hair lifting in the breeze. "Look at what I got," She said, revealing a couple sweets in her gloved hands, her head tilting towards a couple standing on the porch of a house. There was almost a child-like happiness on her face. "They gave me these."

I glanced to those who she was gesturing to and smiled before popping one of the hard sweets into my mouth. "Did you call Brad?" I asked Penelope. She nodded, eyes skirting over the houses.

"He should be here in less than five minutes." She muttered, a bit distractedly as she turned to face the road fully. For several minutes, we stood there, waiting, and then, at the sound of screeching tires, my eyes narrowed sharply and I shifted, uneasy.

A large grey van appeared and my body stiffened as reporters jumped out of the vehicle, moving directly towards us in large strides.

Harold cursed under his breath, automatically stepping forward in an attempt to block us, but his presence was ignored. A female reporter jabbed a microphone under my face, a smirk curling her thin lips and wide eyes stared into mine. "How do you respond to those rumors about you carrying Xerxes' child?"

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

She sighed, waving a hand, appearing irritated by my confusion. "It is rumored that you're pregnant. Would you like to respond to those claims?"

Penelope growled lowly in warning as the woman stepped closer to me at my silence, absorbing her question with shock. I shook my head, pushing her microphone away from me slightly. "I'm not pregnant." I finally spoke dryly. A man grasping a camera stepped forward.

"People have been saying that you're working alongside Xerxes in helping humans because of the fame he will give you. Do you have anything to say about that?"

My jaw clenched, the fingers which rested in one of my coat's pockets forming clenching and forming a fist. The sound of a familiar engine, Brad's SUV, could be heard, and I felt the tension begin to leave my body. I leveled my gaze with the man who spoke.

"I don't do what I do for fame," I said, hearing the bite in my voice, and then gathered myself as flashes erupted. This is what they wanted, to see me angry. Harold placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, directing me away, pushing me a tad bit roughly towards our awaiting car.

The reporters attempted to follow, but drew back once Brad, the six foot seven werewolf stepped forward, his snarl of warning piercing the air.

He firmly closed my door once I was inside the vehicle and I settled down beside Penelope, sighing softly. Harold eventually got in the SUV as well, but opposite us, a similar expression to what I wore on his face. Tiredness and frustration. I only became comfortable once Brad began driving.

Penelope leaned over to me. "Would you mind if I stayed over by your house for the night? I get so lonely in mine when Flynn isn't there."

I smiled sleepily as her green eyes blinking pleadingly, and I responded, "Sure."


Brad dropped us off at my home, a house I had moved into a few days ago after wanting some form of independence. The house was small, yet cosy and had a beautiful, bountiful garden out front. I walked with Penelope up the driveway, listening to her babble about what we'd be doing tonight in excitement.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted one of my neighbours, Rita, poking her head out of her front door, watching us with piercing eyes. Facing her fully, I waved in greeting. Her response was her scowl deepening and the door slamming closed, the noise reverberating in the air.

Harold chuckled behind me and I shrugged, continuing my trek up to the house. Once we were inside, Harold immediately got to work on some paperwork whilst I decided to make some dinner. Penelope had a quick shower and then made herself comfortable in the living room, resting back on a sofa with a contented sigh, her eyes on the television's screen, watching a film.

I was in the middle of placing some spaghetti onto a plate when Harold cleared his throat, startling me. I looked up at him, confused, and he waved a single sheet of paper before me.

"This is what we shall be doing tomorrow. It's not much, but you will need to be prepared," He paused, and saw that I couldn't take the paper. "I'll speak about it to you."

For the next few minutes, I listened as Harold droned on in detail about the two meeting that I would be attending. The townsfolk had many questions and because I was Xerxes' mate, as well as the fact that he wasn't in the country at the moment, they thought it best that I spoke to them. When Harold was finished, I told him I would also be visiting a couple more neighborhoods.

Harold left afterwards, declining some of my food. He was tired and based on his tired expression, his priority was sleep. I walked with him to the door, and remained standing in the doorway even after he left, as I caught sight of a few of my neighbors looking through their windows, watching.

Barely managing to hold back my laugh at their blatant nosiness, I yelled a hearty 'goodnight' to them, and watched as heads ducks and curtains were pushed to block themselves from view.

Laughing softly, I returned back into my home, and after making a visit to the kitchen, I joined Penelope in the living room, and handed her a plate of the spaghetti I had made. I sat on the thick carpeted floor, cradling my own plate of food, and settled down a glass of water beside me. We both ate, watching the film as we did, but then, Penelope abruptly said,

"Our mates are returning tomorrow night." She said, a loving smile lifting her lips, her expression soft. "Flynn is carrying me out to dinner."

I took a swig of the water, fingers tapping against the cool glass. "Ah."

Penelope leaned forward from where she sat, peering down at me. "Do you and Xerxes have any plans?"

Clearing my throat, I shrugged, my eyes trailing down to my half-eaten food. "Not that I know about." I murmured. "We haven't really talked that much since he left. We've both been busy."

Penelope nodded in understanding, although I could see the way her delicate brows furrowed in worry. I sent her a reassuring smile, and then, I turned to blankly stare at the television screen, uninterested in what was showing, as I began to think of Xerxes, wondering what he was doing right now.

As time passed, my fingers which was around the glass I currently held loosened slightly, my body relaxing as I listened to the clock hanging on a nearby wall, its rhythmic ticking sounds echoing in the room, somehow managing to be heard over the loud voices from the television.


Well, here's the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed it. (:

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