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17 - Deep Thoughts

Aztec, Balakovo Kirov
South Russia - Russian Fed; Population: 26,956 The Tomsk-Penza Forest

Unknown
It was cold, there was not a speck of heat in the air. But, that didn't bother her, for what she had come to deliver was much colder than the foreseen weather.

Snow, it piled up in white, fluffy heaves as the young woman trudged helplessly against the mountains. Her dark, battered trench coat was easily noticeable as she fought all to remain hidden.

Holding the child closer to her chest, the woman smiled down at it, the eyes of her daughter engraving her enough to come to a stop. The woman stuck her finger out, the child's gurgling delighting her to no end. It took every ounce of energy that the woman had to hold back her tears.

With a cautious look behind her, the woman continued on, not stopping for another second; not even to admire her beautiful daughter. The woman was determined to get to her destination - at least, before they realize that she had disappeared.

A sigh, with a puff of white, smoky air. The woman breathed out a sigh of relief as the back door came into view, easing the pressure on her slight heart - slightly.

In a moment of apprehension, the woman stood there, her first raised to knock on the door. But, in a second, the wave of guilt came pouring down on her. She could never bear the shame that she was going to abandon her young, innocent daughter for life.

It was her mind that was most at work, trying to convince her body to understand that I wasn't her fault. Her body refused to understand, but she knew that it was for her own good. That she would never be able to survive where she was from - that she would die before she had the apt luck of a chance to be alive.

Where the woman was from, daughters were never expected; they were tolerated. She was lucky to have been alive until now. But, being the Queen of this place, made the thought of the daughter more formidable. A King needed a male, not a female heir.

Oh, how she begged her wicked husband to let their child live - but, he wanted a son. So, she had to give up her daughter without anyone knowing of her. It was not right to lie to the people, but telling them she acquired a miscarriage would throw of a suspicion.

It took her another hour, cradling her child closer and closer to her chest, protecting her the last she could before she would drop the heavy responsibility on another. It was a trusted friend of hers, who already had a young son. They would take care of her well.

Then, ever so gently, she dropped the child in front of the door, counting to five before raising her fist to impact with the heavy door.

She bent, delivering a kiss to the child before darting away, taking shelter behind a large tree. It took only another second before the door was pulled open. An equally young woman stared at her tiny daughter, carefully scanning the edges of the her palish face.

The woman crouch lower behind the trees held back a smile as the young lady carried her child with as much gentleness as she had.

In her heart, the mother knew that there wasn't any need for the equally as young woman to scan her surroundings for the mother, it was well known who correctly that she was.

The young lady had promised the child's mother to tell her daughter of her the day she turned a quite broad, twenty years of age.

She will be old enough to understand why her mother chose to give her away.

The young mother walked slowly towards the cliff as the door to the cottage pulled shut. It was the last time she'd see her daughter.

It was hell, staring at the cliff. She raised a finger and pushed her beautiful, golden hair away from her face. She knew that if she didn't die now, that she was subdue to a slower, more painful deaths in the hands of her husband. She committed an unforgivable crime. She had gone against the wicked King of the land.

Well, she didn't mind the death; for her daughter, she would die a million deaths.

Indeed, she knew that dying out of her own will, that would somehow make her daughter less troubled. It would comfort her to know that she had lived her whole life without a mother, because she was killed by her unpredictable father.

Her pale skin matched ever so perfectly with the abyss of white snow that lined the pathway of the cliff. A minute, a year, or even a second - the woman had no concept of time as she drew nearer to the tenacious cliff.

A step or two closer, and she would fall. But, she took just a moment to mindlessly stare at the frozen lake below. It only took her a moment to realize what had to be done to save her child.

With one last look at the small cottage, the woman prayed - the woman hoped.

Then, the woman gracefully and beautifully did something that would haunt and morose the life of her small daughter for eternity.

The woman jumped.

-

Azoic, Rostov Oblast
North Russia - Russian Fed; Population: 82,356
Romanov's Estate House

Sativa
I peel my eyes open, the white ceiling taken above me did nothing to console the throbbing in my neck. I reached to touch it, the cool atmosphere of the room encouraging me to do that.

"Refrain from touching that," a voice truffled, making me turn my head to identify the one owner of it.

Vladimir.

Immediately, I let my hand fall back to my side.

"He marked you," he stated.

I nod quietly, as of right now, I didn't trust my voice.

I gasped for air as the pain became more and prominent, enticing a scream from my lips as he sat there and watched. As if never starting, the pain dwindle down again until it was nothing but a silt throb.

"I am going to die," I whispered, a stray tear slipping down my cheek.

He shakes his head furiously, sitting up straighter in his chair and giving me a heated look, "I promise you with every single thing in my heart, that you're not going to die."

"But, he marked me."

"And, you marked him."

I frowned, "No, I didn't."

He sighed, "You do not have to physically bite a Lycanthrope to mark him or her. You have gone through the mental stage with him, so as he has gone through the physical stage with you."

I feel my lip tremble, "What can I do to make this right?"

"You have done nothing wrong," he gently smiles, reaching over and pushing my tan locks from my face.

"I will die."

"No, as long as you have a connection with him - his Natural Wolf will try to fight against Klaus. You have marked him mentally, enough to deny Klaus of total power over Romanov."

I bite my lip, "Is he OK?"

"Is he not supposed to be asking you that?" Vladimir chuckles, the light sound lifting my spirits. "Do not worry of him, I am sure that Klaus is in control of him as of now. My main concern is the village not too far from here, if Reman, his Natural Wolf, is not able to stop him before his rage gets too far, I cannot contend what will happen to the idle villagers."

I swallow, "What are you implying that he will do to them?" I ask, keeping the snarl away from my voice. I knew what he was implying, but I didn't want to believe that could happen.

"He will kill them."

I croak, "What can I do?"

"You can rest," he softly pats my head. "God knows what you've been through - having a mate as Romanov."

"Hmm?" I lightly hum in query as my eyes snap shut.

"You two are more alike that you both want to admit," he chuckles. I snap my eyes open and peer at his amused expression. I cannot keep the glare off of normally expressionless demeanor.

"No, we are nothing alike."

"Close your eyes," he commands. I find myself a prisoner to his leered words.

"We are nothing alike," I repeat, my voice coming out in barely a tact of a whisper.

"You wouldn't even believe me if I were to show you to the evidence, will you?"

I shrug, "No."

His laughter pulls me into a comfortable sleep, my mind praying for the villagers that may be in apt of Klaus.

I prayed for my dead parents.

I prayed for Mildred.

I prayed for Natalya. God, how I missed her.

I prayed for Joseph.

I prayed for Vladimir and his questioning son.

I prayed for Romanov.

I prayed for me.

"Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us," I say, telling a cue from Vladimir.

"Amen."

-

Azoic, Rostov Oblast
North Russia - Russian Fed; Population: 82,356
Romanov's Estate House

(During the Alpha's Meeting, Sativa proceeds to promptly kiss Keegan)

Keegan Van
She kissed me.

I barely register her small apology as I mutter an 'OK', in return. Offering her a little smile to calm her nerves. She is beautiful, and I did wish that I could see her more than just that - but I was incapable of doing so.

I noticed her frozen state, after all, Romanov was lip-attached with Maya. My hand around hers, I escort her quickly, but firmly away from the dance-floor. Passing the confused, and for those who understood - a look of unhidden sympathy.

She didn't need that.

I gently steer her in front of me as I pushes open another door, revealing a set of stairs. I sigh inaudibly, my hand placed on the small of her back as she hurried out of the hall, as if the air in it was choking her to no end.

A little unstable from Romanov's actions, she stumbles slightly on her heels, my arm keeping her upright as we descend on the stairs. There were people littered around the barely decorated backyard. But, they were mostly couples wanting to escape the lively night for a moment of bliss and perfect
silentness apt for each other.

"I know what I did in there was out of line..." she begins, nervously wringing her fingers as she turn to face my soft and idle stare.

I grin cheekily, "Isn't that what we are supposed to be doing - acting like a couple?"

She bites her lip, "Yeah, but it wasn't meant to go that far." I almost want to tell her that everything was alright - but I knew that it would take me unconscious at least four to five times before Romanov can forgive me.

I don't tell her that.

We walk steadily until we reach a fountain. The snow isn't completely covering the area, but it is enough to create a thin sheet of snow, and to make me shiver idly.

"Here," I drape my suit jacket over her shoulders as she looks at me intently. I had on an immaculate suit, with a red tie and plain, black shoes. I could tell that she wanted to protest and tell me to keep my jacket. I was glad that night had worn her out enough to accept the take of my jacket.

"You look nice," she commented.

I roll my eyes, "Thanks. -but, I've been with you for an hour now, and that's finally when you notice the flaming suit that I have on?"

"I've been caught up in slightly more important things." She sighs, gently patting my shoulder. "And, I am sorry for not noticing it."

The silence hangs again, so she apologizes once more, "I know that we are supposed to be acting like a couple and all - but I truly didn't mean to kiss you, it was the spur of the moment and all."

She's rambling, I chuckle.

"It's fine - it can only help the front we are putting up."

"Thanks for the 'support'," she takes a deep breath. "But you know hat it wasn't supposed to get that far on."

I shrug, "Maybe. But the thing is that it did. So, forget about the past. Focus on what lies ahead - you made Romanov finally kiss his girlfriend - who, he hasn't even looked at since he came here. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Sativa."

She giggles, lacing my fingers before me, "You sound a lot like my brother - his name is Nathan." For a while, she smiles openly.

I nervously chuckled.

Nathan - I knew of him a little too well for my liking.

She rolls her eyes, "You look like I just insulted you - I didn't mean to, you know."

I smiled, but I'm sure the action didn't reach my eyes, "No, you didn't insult me, it's just..." I cleared my throat, clearing all signs of apprehension from my face.

"It's just what?" She sights, I was candidly irritating her.

She has a short temper - much like Alpha Romanov.

"Nothing," I mutter.

She frowns, realizing how quickly I had changed my gleeful mood, I did nothing to help myself. Every memory of her brother was nothing but a cemented one.

"Are you OK?" She asks, her idle eyes filled with concern.

I quickly shook his head, raising his eyes to meet mine. An unfamiliar jumping in my eyes, I knew that looked nervous at her.

I could almost her her think the question, about what?

"You stay here awhile," my million-dollar smile returned. "I'll allow you to get some fresh air while I go and get some for myself."

She nods as I plant a small kiss on her cheek. From the little affection I have shown towards her, it was clear that her heart belonged to one man. Even if, she was hellbent on denying the fact.

Her heart was in Romanov.

Literally, it had taken a trip there - it had now become an apt, permanent resident.

I chuckle as I thought of it, making my way down the path of the forest, the impeccable couples entirely engrossed in each other. I fought the thought of my own mate, the one that idly, I chose to remove from my mind. Even if, the memories never failed the consent me.

I sigh as I take a seat on the wet, melting bench. The thick cooling of the air made me less worried at the thought that Sativa had my jacket. She was a spitfire, and truly what the man needed to understand his depression leered past help.

I ran my hand through my hair as I thought of my incandescent father. After being married to close to eleven wives, you would think that his edge for love and romance would finally dwindle, but not at all. If anything, it has gotten more prominent - Sativa and Romanov being his newest privately, invested projects.

Honestly, I was glad that he had averted his attention from my Mating Life. In my opinion, the jobless, old man was a little too close for comfort. His prying questions as to why I haven't found a Luna for my soon-to-be Pack. I smirk knowingly, Sativa and Romanov were in my father's inescapable trap.

"Sir," a soft voice pulls me out of my thoughts as I turn.

It was a pretty brunette in the customary black and red dress that labelled her one of the waitresses of the night, "Yeah?" I cocked a questioning brow at her tray of colorful cocktails. I knew what she wanted to ask me, but I was a troublemaker - and she's a beautiful brunette who could get my mind off the reality of thinking with life.

She blushed, though I had said nothing in particular to elicit such an act. I couldn't blame her, I am truly sexy.

I smirk when she remains a blushing mess, "You wanted something?" I drawl, letting the hidden meaning of my words lay underneath it all.

"Yeah," she pushed her curls behind her ears, nervously displaying the cocktails. "I wanted to know if you would enjoy something to drink - sir." Her smile was capturing, a little different from the many I've been graced with from females.

"I'll have a Virgin Vanilla."

She nods, giggling softly as she carefully hands me the drink, letting her fingers linger on mine. "Will that be all?" She bites her lip, sending a teenage rush through me. I fought the urge to smile. She wasn't my mate, so I didn't understand why I felt such a reaction to her. Besides, I already had a mate, although, I prefer to keep that fact leerily hidden.

"Yes," I chuckle slyly. "That is unless, you have nothing more to offer me, Beautiful."

She blushes an enticing red, causing me to stare, "I am not sure what you mean by that, sir." I cock my head, her innocence was reviving.

An airy laugh left my lips, a total opposite to my acquitted friend, Sativa. "I want to seek of your name."

She smiles shyly, "Celine."

"Well, Celine..." I trail off as a buzzing in the front pocket of my slacks distracts me from my posed flirtation.

She bows her head respectfully as I turn back to her with no intention of accepting the distraction if it meant it pulled me away from my conversion with the Celine that stole my attention like a sober bandit.

"No, don't leave." I raise a hand as she attempts to back away from my frame.

"Your phone," she softly said.

I frown, "What about it?"

"It's ringing, you should answer it," she smiled idly, before disappearing though the night and away from my sight. I frowned, ready to follow her in an attempt to converse with her.

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© V.L Khan

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