Strings of Fate

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“You’re probably right. I’ll think about it.” He agrees. He looks a bit sad and lost as he says it. though. I decide right now that I am making it my personal mission to help Bellamy rekindle his friendships. Maybe we could have a dinner party or games night or something. I might even invite Alpha Kohen and his wife. I think I would like to know them better and Bellamy seems friendly with the Bear Alpha. Although I suppose a night like that would have to wait until I’m comfortable telling people about our relationship because I feel like it would get out fast if we started having guests all the time.

The conversation lulls a bit and Bellamy loops back to our original discussion.

“I suppose based on the fact that you changed the topic that you don’t want to talk about tonight yet then?” He prompts.

“You know, I actually completely forgot that we were even discussing it. I got sidetracked. I’m okay to talk about it with you now if you would like.” I assure him.

“Okay. Well… how are you feeling about everything?” he asks awkwardly.

“I’m not completely sure yet. I think I’m still in a bit of shock and it hasn’t completely sunk in yet. I was scared and freaked out earlier, but that went away as soon as you showed up and made sure I was safe. I’m a bit upset and angry about my home being attacked and damaged, and worried about Maggie.” I tell him.

“What about how I acted? Any questions or feelings about it? Or about moving in here?” He encourages me to continue.

“I don’t know how I feel about staying here yet. I think there are a lot of details that still need to be worked out. But I know it’s the best of my options and I think it will be okay. As for how you acted. It’s honestly pretty much what I expected from you at this point. I mean, I was a bit concerned that you weren’t talking at first. It was a bit extreme, but I can

understand it. If I was trying to keep someone safe and they got hurt I would probably want to drag them off and lock us away somewhere safe too. The real difference is that I probably couldn’t realistically manage it.” I tell him with a giggle.

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is shifting in place, moving his weight around and still fiddling with his string bracelet. He is starting to look

over there?”

my neck. Would it really be so bad if I let him look around? I mean, he’s seen me in a towel and he saw me in my underwear when I was drunk. This isn’t really any worse. He would be able to see far less in this situation. He’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman and from the floor he probably can’t see anything other than my head past the edge of the tub anyway. I

to be

to open your eyes, the

I tell him. He stiffens

he confirms.

covered away.” Permission given,

he checks the room for threats. He lets out a deep breath, clearly relieved to be able to look around. He moves around a bit and changes his position so he is sitting cross legged. It’s a shame neither of us thought to grab a towel or something for him to sit on BEFORE I got into the tub. Now that his eyes are open I can see that Bellamy’s attention is constantly being drawn back to the small bathroom window. I suppose the rock going through the window is still stuck in his brain, particularly since he is still clearly making an effort to not look in my direction too much. I need to find something to talk about to distract

so earlier today in that meeting. Did they just come to talk about Megan or was there something else?” I ask, trying to

started with a few crappy reasons for meeting that

could have been an email, or at the very least discussed later. Nothing a

meeting. I’m fairly sure that discussing Megan was their aim the whole

constantly making efforts to

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was the one who fought when her guard was supposedly with her. Trying to explain that my sister does whatever

it is.” he sighs.

they like it?” I question. It makes no

to defend herself?

barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. They don’t appreciate that she knew how

I would never stop a woman from defending herself, even if I would prefer to do it myself. Particularly when it comes