Back and Better book

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen “My little girl”

I decide to walk back to the packhouse. My anger and anguish caused a storm, so it’s pouring and

there’s lightning and thunder every 30 seconds, but I don’t care.

As I’step out of the hospital, my phone starts buzzing over and over. But I don’t feel like talking to

anyone. After a few minutes I take it out of my pocket, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it.

I’ll get a new one with a new number tomorrow. All I care about right now is my precious Meda. f**k,

growing up without parents, i know it’s tough. And now it falls to me to step into that mother figure roll.

It’ll be a thin line to walk, mothering her yet making sure she understands I’m her sister. – And she

most likely won’t have a father figure, because there’s no f*****g way I’m letting any of my so called

“mates” near her.

I don’t know how long I walk, but I eventually find myself in front of the packhouse. I step in, sopping

wet, but don’t give a f**k. So l head to Samantha’s room.

She’s sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone. When she sees me, her eyes fill with empathy.

She stands and wraps me in a hug.

It’s exactly what I need, and I sob. I sob because even though my parents f****d up, I still love

them. And I wish I had told them that.

After several minutes of standing there and hugging, she rushes me to the bathroom for a shower.

When I get out there’s a towel and sweatpants/ a sweatshirt waiting for me. I put everything on and

walk out.

Bursting out in tears again at the sight of Samantha caring enough to just sit and wait for me, we end

up hugging again. And I tell her everything. Catch her up on everything.

She’s always supported me on everything. We have such a deep connection that I can’t even describe.

So when I tell her my views and annoyance with my “mates”, she totally agrees. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

And then, with a deep breath, I leave to search for Meda. “I’ll get a new phone tomorrow and call you,” I

promise her.

As soon as I step out of her room, I hear a baby’s screams. I follow the noises to Erebus’s study, where

Brendon stands- looking helpless with a crying infant in his hands. I walk over to him with my arms out,

and he gratefully hands her over.

She’s not immediately subdued in my arms, so I start singing quietly to her. She calms down and falls

asleep momentarily,

“I need you to get me all of her vital stuff. Birth certificate, clothing, etc. I need it in 10 minutes, and

you’re going to drive me to the hotel “I tell Brendon, who nods and leaves. As soon as he does I leave

Erebus’s study, not wanting to run into him.

– Thave to get the f**k out of here, as soon as possible.

I’d normally stay in a different hotel, but Damon will track me down in minutes. So I call the hotel and

get my old suite back.

After doing so, I sit on the floor of the entrance hall, and rock my baby sister back and forward lightly,

continuing to sing to her while wiping away my tears that won’t stop flowing.

Three sets of footsteps make their way towards me, and I don’t need to look up to know that my mates

have caught up to me. completely ignore their presence, never ceasing to sing various songs from The

Sound of Music.

“You have a beautiful voice” Christian complements, taking a seat besides me. The other two follow

suit. I hold my finger up to my lips and shoot Christian a warning glare, to which he nods.

Understanding that Meda needs to sleep.

After a few minutes, Brendon walks in-holding a backpack.

“Everything you’ll need for the night is in there. Ready to go?” He whispers. I nod, following him out to

his car. My three mates follow, and I growl at them.

“Get the f**k away from me!” I hiss, trying to still stay quiet for Meda. They completely ignore me.

The f**k am I supposed to do? There’s nothing I can do. I shake my head in exhaustion and get into the

back seat of the car, holding little Meda safely in my arms. She’s still soundly asleep. Thankfully the

three men don’t get into the car, but each get into their own. They’ll likely follow me to the hotel.

However, much to my surprise- they don’t. When I get to my old suite it’s empty. I thank god. 1 set

down the backpack with Meda’s necessities

I take Meda into the bathroom with me, and change into a bathrobe-only keeping on my panties. Taking

her safely on my arms I sit on the bed, and turn on the TV quietly.

Several hours of peace pass. I feed my baby girl once, and she goes straight back to sleep. Just as I’m

about to order room service, there’s a knock at the door. Probably housekeeping. Not putting Meda

down I walk to the door, hoping to quietly inform the maid that I don’t need my room cleaned. “However

I get the rather unpleasant surprise of my three f*****g mates are at the door.

They all have several shopping bags with them, and look happy to see me. I open my mouth to

scream, but Christian quickly covers it with my hand. Damon slips his arms around my waist as Erebus

carefully yet

quickly takes Meda away, walking into the bedroom.

1, being already ridiculously overprotective of my little sister, struggle with all of my might to get away

from them and get to my sister.

“If I let go, you will not scream. If you do, I will gag you. Clear?” Erebus asks. I nod. Of course I’ll

scream, and of course he won’t gag me.

Erebus takes his hand off of my mouth, and I immediately let out a blood curdling scream. Damon

slaps on of his hands over my mouth, still keeping a steady hold on me.

“Alright. Get the gag and the rope.” He tells Christian, who nods and rummages through one of the

bags. I frown and struggle harder

This is taking possessive to a whole other level. Several minutes and one hell of a fight later, I’m

securely tied up to a chair, with a ballgag in my mouth. f*****g assholes. I sit, angrily, staring at Damon.

After about twenty minutes Erebus and Christian come in.

“We set up the crib. Clothes are put away. Restraints are all over the place, including in the shower.

Wherever we go we can tie her up.” Christian says.

Restraints? Tied up? f**k no! I get that they’re dominants, but that doesn’t make it okay in the least.

But, thinking about it, Damon did say that they’re all very renowned dominants. So I suppose being tied

up as a punishment and other things is something I’ll have to get used to.

Wait, what am I thinking? I’m not taking them on, so I don’t have to get used to s**t! As soon as they

take off the ballgag, I’m rejecting all of them.

It’s almost impossible to reject someone you’ve completed mating to, but you can put out a verbal

request that will be reviewed by the moon goddess. If she grants it your mark will disappear. As for

Erebus and Christian, I know that they’ll never accept my rejection, but rejecting them will make the

bond recede on my end. Unfortunately it will also make them stupid possessive, but they already are.

“I’m going to take off the ballgag now. If you scream, it’s going right back on.” Erebus says before

slowly removing it. I work my jaw for a few seconds, before getting ready to say all of the rejections as

fast as possible before they stop me. “I, Amira Warner, reject all three of my mates.” I say before they

can stop me. Christian and Erebus fall to the floor. Yeah, Thope it hurts like a motherfucker. “f**k!”

Erebus yells, doubling over. Christian is not faring much better. Damon is perfectly fine, because my

rejection will only go through if the moon goddess allows it to. “I reject your rejection” Christian

wheezes out before managing to get onto his feet and stumble over me. Before I know what’s

happening, there’s an earth-shattering pain on my neck. HE f*****g MARKED ME!

Directly after retracting his teeth, Christians physical pain goes away. But I know he’s still left with

mental anguish. That won’t go away until I willingly have sex with him.

I watch as Eros follows suit, standing up and coming towards me. “EREBUS, DON’T YOU f*****g DA-

AHHH!” I scream as he penetrates my neck too. I have experienced a lot of pain in my life, but nothing

compares to this. I start shaking from the pain, and convulsing. Erebus steps back, staring at me.

“What’s happening with her?” Christian questions in a worried tone, kneeling besides me.

“Two forced marks at the same time is going to put her into a lot of physical pain” Damon admits. “It

should die down in a few hours. But she’ll pass out any second, now.”

And just like that, darkness takes over.