Okay so this chapter may or may not mess with your feelings, but don't worry. Nobody dies... persay. Oh also this chapter contains explicit sexual content... just saying.

Bayley POV

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since Roman and I marked each other, and I just couldn't be happier! He's been treating me very well, but he's also started treating me like an adult. He taught me how to use the oven and stove properly, and he even started letting me make meals on my own! It didn't come out the way his food came out, but he still ate it. Jojo told me later that my first attempt at cooking didn't taste good at all, which only meant that Roman ate my food to be nice. I think my cooking has gotten better nice my first meal, though. Jojo's eaten all of them without any complaints, so that's a good sign right? He also stopped calling me pup. I kind of miss the term of endearment, but on the bright side at least I know he doesn't see me as a puppy anymore. He's also been more involved with Jojo. Instead of just making her meals, he also takes her outside to play, and has been teaching her how to read. He's also stepped up as a disciplinarian because I just can't bring myself to yell at Jojo or punish her in any way. Although Roman's been great these past two weeks, and I feel a lot closer to him, I know something's missing.

Roman and I haven't been… physical yet. I mean, we've made out a couple of times, at least twice a day, but we haven't spent the night together since the night I was brought back from the dead. After coming back from guard duty, he'd walk me to my room, kiss me good night and then walk over to his room. We haven't even lain in the same bed, and whenever we make out his hands always stays on either my waist or back. There was this one time when I felt him try to move his hands lower, but then they went back up to my back and stayed there the rest of the time. There was another time when we were kissing and he started placing kisses lower, along my neck. It felt really really good, and I wanted him to move lower so badly, but once I started moaning he kissed back up my neck and that was the end of that make-out session. I'm beginning to wonder if he doesn't want me. Maybe he's not attracted to me? Maybe he still sees me as a puppy and doesn't feel comfortable doing those things with me? Ugh my mind is going a mile per minute and I just need to talk to someone.

Roman left with Jojo to play outside for a while, which is perfect because it gives me time to ask Ms. Layla some questions. I find her reading quietly in the library. I don't want to interrupt her but I really need to speak with her. I approach her quietly and whisper, " ?"

Her eyes never leave her book, but a smile makes its way across her face. "Hello, love. What can I do for you?"

"Um, can I talk to you? About Roman?" She looks up at me and puts a bookmark in her book before closing it and putting it on the desk in front of her.

"What about Roman?"

"Well," I'm really nervous and I can feel my heart beating wildly. I hope I can get through this conversation. "Roman and I… we… um, we haven't done… things."

She gives me a confused look before replying. "What kind of things?"

"You know… bad things?" I really can't think of any other way to describe it.

"Bad things? Oh Bayley, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about then you have an awful perspective on the subject."

"I do?"

"Absolutely! Bayley, there is nothing bad about sex." Oh my God she said it! "There especially isn't anything bad about it when it's between two people who love one another, or better, are mates."

"Okay… well then Roman and I haven't done… that."

"Bayley, unless you can say the actual word, then maybe you shouldn't even be thinking about it."

"Huh? I don't understand, why not?"

"Because if sex is still a taboo subject for you, maybe you're not ready to do it."

"B-but I want to."

"Are you sure?" Instead of a verbal response, I nod, hoping that she'll take me seriously. "Okay, well have you talked to him about it yet?" I can feel all the blood rushing to my face. I look down at my feet and begin to play with my hands.

"No."

"Well why don't you start there? Who knows, love, maybe he's waiting to make sure you're ready and that you know what you're getting yourself into."

"Do you really think talking will work?" She nods with a grin on her face.

"The key to any relationship is trust, not just trust in being faithful, but trust in other things too. You need to trust Roman enough to be able to have these types of conversations with him, and don't be ashamed of your desires. He'll probably tell you this, but he can only give you what you want if you tell him what you want."

"Okay, I'll talk to him when he gets back. Thank you, Ms. Layla." I go to hug her and she smiles widely, hugging me back tightly. When I go to exit the library, I hear Ms. Layla call out to me. I turn back to face her.

"You'll need a babysitter. Send Jojo to me. The library is soundproof." She winks at me and picks up her book to continue reading. Soundproof? Why would that matter?

Roman came back not even an hour later with Jojo hoisted on his shoulders. I told him that I needed to speak with him privately, and he told me to wait in his room while he took a shower. His argument was that he felt dirty after rolling around in the woods for the past couple of hours. I agreed with him and took Jojo off his shoulders.

"Roman in trouble," Jojo asks me while we're on our way to the library.

"Oh no sweetie! We just need to talk about grown up things." It certainly doesn't get more grown up than this.

"Oh! Where we going?"

"You're going to spend some time with Ms. Layla, in the library, while Roman and I talk."

"Okay!" She bounces in my arms, excitedly. I drop her off with Ms. Layla before heading over to Roman's room.

I sit on his bed and wait. I don't wait long, though. Soon he enters the room wearing sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about," he asks me. I can't help, but feel nervous. I can't even look at him, and I can feel my stomach doing full blown summersaults.

"About us, you and me."

"I figured out that much."

"Right. Um- I… we," ugh! The longer I sit here, the more stupid and embarrassed I feel. Why can't he just read my mind?! I feel Roman grab my hands as he kneels in front of me. He tries to look into my eyes, but I turn my head. I'm way too embarrassed to look at him directly right now.

"Bayley, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" I nod in confirmation without looking at him. "Then take a deep breath, and tell me what you need to tell me." I take his advice and breathe deeply, filling my lungs to capacity before exhaling completely.

"How come you haven't… touched me?" It comes out as more of a whisper than I had intended it to, but I know that he heard me. I feel his hand on my cheek and he forces me to look at him.

"You mean, how come we haven't had sex?" I blush wildly at the mention of it, but I manage to nod at him. "Two reasons. One, I wanted to make sure that you were ready for that. I know you're a virgin Bayley, and because of it I also know that just because we're mates doesn't mean you're ready."

"Oh," it's not the most profound response in the world. He stands up straight and my eyes follow his movements. He walks over to his dresser and searches through one of the drawers. After a few seconds of searching, he finds what he was looking for and pulls out a small box before returning to the bed and showing it to me. I take the box in my hands and read the label: condoms. I feel all the blood rushing to my face and immediately hand the box back over to him. He just chuckles at my reaction.

"These were the second reason. I needed to make sure I had these before I made love to you." I don't know why, but the fact that he called it making love makes me feel special and warm on the inside. I can't help but smile at him. "So then, my question to you would be do you want have sex?" I look down for a moment to mull it over. Do I really want to do this? I mean I love Roman, and he's my mate now, and I want to do more than make out.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Are you sure? We don't have to rush this if you're not ready."

"I'm sure." He takes my face in his large hands and kisses me passionately. He takes me in his arms and lays me down, further up, on his bed before he gets up and walks over to the door. "Where are you going," I ask curiously.

"Nowhere," he responds as he locks the door closed. When I hear the click of the lock, reality dawns on me and my nerves go crazy. This is really about to happen. I'm really going to lose my virginity… and to Roman, my mate! What if I'm not good at it? Roman has done this before, and I don't look anything like Ms. Layla or Ms. Eve. What if he doesn't like what he sees? "What are you thinking about?" I didn't even notice that Roman had moved from the door and lied down next to me.

"Nothing," I lie.

"Don't lie to me," he demands and moves in between my legs and hovers atop of me while propping himself up on his elbows. "What's on your mind?"

"What if I'm not… what your used to?"

"What I'm used to?"

"I mean, I know you've done this before,"

"That's common knowledge," he interjects, chuckling at the thought.

"What if I don't meet your expectations?" He sighs and places a tender kiss on my forehead.

"All I'm expecting you to do is communicate with me." He kisses me again before sitting up and grabbing my waist to pull me toward him. I automatically can feel his… him, even through our clothes! "I need you to tell me if I do something that you like, or that you don't like. I can only make this the best experience for you if you let me know, okay?" All I can do it nod. I'm totally speechless! Is that really his only expectation? He's not worried that this won't be good for him? I'm pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Roman calling my name. "Bayley stop thinking so much." I feel his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. I can feel myself getting really really warm, but I'm also nervous. I can feel myself trembling until he puts his hand on my stomach gingerly. "I know you're nervous, but relax. I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen to you." I take his advice and try to relax myself by taking deep breaths. I try to focus on my breathing as Roman lifts my shirt higher, and before I know it, it's being thrown across the room. I want to cover my breasts so badly, but before I can he removes his own shirt. It kind of leaves me in awe and I just find myself staring at him… I hope I'm not being weird.

He leans over me and kisses me again. This I can handle. It's just so familiar to me. I wrap my arms around his back as our lips dance together. I feel his hands move to my back, and he flips us over and sits up, so that I am on top of him, but I don't mind. I'm too enveloped in his lips to mind anything right now. His lips move lower on me and land on my neck. His beard tickles me while his lips massage my sensitive skin, making me moan and giggle simultaneously. Suddenly, I feel Roman's fingers unsnap my bra with ease and slowly pull the straps off my shoulders. Is he really about to see my breasts?! I hug him tightly to keep my bra in place, but Roman catches on to my plan.

"Bayley, let me see you," he coos.

"B-but," he silences me with a kiss and takes my arms from around his neck. He puts my arms by my sides and slips off my bra. I've never felt so exposed. Utter silence fills the room and I can't help but feel stupid. I knew he wasn't going to like what he saw. Just when I feel at my worst, Roman grabs my breasts softly. He leans back on the bed and continues to massage my breasts, slowly becoming more and more rough. I close my eyes at the sensation and try to focus on controlling my breathing. This feels really good. His hands are so warm. A mere moment later, I feel something wet swirling around my nipple. I open my eyes quickly and look down to find Roman sucking on my breast with his eyes locked with mine. I'm completely dumbfounded. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing, but it's not like I can exactly think straight. He sucks more of my breast into his mouth and I can feel his tongue flicking over my nipple fast and hard. I close my eyes again and a small strangled moan escapes from my lips which surprises me. I've never made that sound before!

"You like that, huh," he whispers to me as he switches breasts and repeats the process. I can't even find the words to answer him. I nod as another strangled moans sneaks its way out of me. I grab onto him tightly as the sensation gets more intense. He flips us around again, laying me underneath him. His then lips leave my breasts and move lower on my body, leaving open mouthed kisses on my stomach and belly button. His hands follow suit and travel lower until they reach the waist of my pants. He sits up and looks at me. "I love you, Bayley." My heart melts instantly and I feel like crying!

"I love you too, Roman." He slips off my pants and throws them to the floor. His hands travel up my calves and stop at my knees to separate them. I hear him take a deep breath before he touches me… there. "Oh!" He rubs me through my underwear slowly, applying just enough pressure. I can feel him press down on my bundle of nerves, forcing my hips to move in rhythm with his fingers. A few minutes of this and my thighs are starting to quiver. I feel… something building between my legs, like a spring being tightly coiled just before it's released. "Ro-Roman, I-I feel," I can't even finish my sentence. It just feels too good.

"You're about to climax. Go ahead, don't fight it." He starts rubbing me faster, but still applies the same amount of pressure. I can barely catch my breath. I begin panting and bring my hands to grab pillows on either side of my head. Less than a minute later I feel myself exploding and a hot tingling sensation starts at my private spot and spreads throughout the lower regions of my body. My back arches of its own volition as the feeling continues to spread through my body, and when it finally stops I fall back to the bed in a huff, completely spent and out of breath. Roman cups my face and rubs my cheek with his thumb gently. "You have no idea how sexy it is to see you cum." Oh my Gosh! Sexy? Me?! I turn my head away from him to hide my furiously red face. "Don't be shy now," he tells me as I feel him pull my panties down my legs. "We're just getting started." I look at him shocked. Just getting started? What does that mean? He's going to make that feeling come back?

My eyes are glued to him as he lowers himself down my body and his head gets dangerously close to my private. What's he doing? "Roman?" He doesn't answer me. Instead he looks up at me and smirks before placing open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs. My nerves are back in an instant. Does he really want to be so close to my private, and with the way he's kissing up my thighs, what if he kisses my private by accident? I want to warn him to be careful, but then I feel him begin to nibble on my skin and throw my head back at the feeling. A loud moan escapes me and I can hear him chuckling. The vibrations transfer from his mouth to my skin, intensifying the sensation that he was already causing. Suddenly I feel his mouth enclose itself on my private, and my eyes widen in shock. At first I can't help but think it's an accident, but when I feel his fingers separate my lower lips, I know he did it on purpose. I begin shaking nervously again. No one's ever even seen me like this, and here he is touching me so intimately. I feel his tongue lick the length of me and all the wind gets knocked out of me. He licks me another time and I can feel myself coiling again. His licks start slow, but they speed up as I struggle to catch my breath. The licking stops when he decides to focus on the bundle of nerves right above my opening. He flicks it a few times before sucking on it. I let out another strangled moan and all my thoughts go to mush. "Oh my gosh!" The coil inside me grows tighter and tighter. I want so badly to feel that warmth again. I'm so close! A few seconds later I can feel his finger penetrate me. "Ah!" It's a little uncomfortable.

"You're really tight, Bayley," he says as he moves his finger in and out of me.

"Is th-that b-bad?"

"Not at all. Just means you need some prepping." Prepping? What does that mean? I don't have time to ask, though. His lips return to the button above my opening and he sucks on it harder than before, but he never stops pumping his finger into me. It isn't long before I feel him add a second finger inside of me, followed slowly by a third. His fingers are really stretching me, almost to the point of pain, but after a few minutes the uncomfortable feeling is replaced with a warm sensation. My breathing becomes shallow as I feel the coil in me becoming tighter and tighter until it bursts and the heat spreads throughout my body in one mind-blowing moment. My back arches off the bed and I lose all breath. My eyes open wide, staring at the ceiling, and yet staring at nothing at the same time. He keeps pumping into me, prolonging the feeling until I feel myself coiling again.

"R-Roman," I try to warn him, but I can't get the words out as I explode again. I can't take it anymore! My hands immediately go to his to stop his pumping, but I can't find enough strength to pull his fingers out of me. Luckily he picks up on my hint and he removes his fingers. He leans over me and holds my trembling body closely.

"It's okay, Bayley, just breathe," he whispers in my ear. He continues to hold me until I regain control of my breathing. "Good girl," I hear him say as he gets up from the bed and walks over to his dresser. What is he getting? He takes out a green towel and I become confused.

"What's that for," I ask him.

"Just trust me." He folds the towel twice before coming back to the bed and putting the towel underneath my butt before taking off his pants. When he goes to take off his underwear I avert my eyes. I can't look at that! I've never seen a naked man before! "I just brought you to three orgasms, but you can't look at me naked," he laughs out.

"I just can't," I begin to explain, but Roman interrupts me.

"You don't need to explain it." He gets in the bed and in between my legs. He puts his hand behind my neck and forces me to look up at him. "You are going to watch this happen, though," he says with authority. I don't bother arguing with him and just nod. He pulls me to sit up and look down between the two of us. The sight is enough to make me want to hide away forever. His private is covered in a condom and less than a few inches away from my opening. Also, he's kind of big. Is he going to fit? He uses his free hand to guide himself to my opening, and I can feel it poking at my entrance. I instantly tense my muscles, becoming more nervous than ever. "Bayley, look at me." I follow his orders immediately, glad to not have to look in between us anymore. "Don't be nervous. I'm right here." I take a deep breath as he continues to talk to me. "If you want to stop at any point, tell me, alright?"

"O-okay," I reply with a shaky voice. He smiles at me and kisses me as he lays me on my back. Our kiss continues and I wrap my arms around him, pushing his chest up against me. His skin on mine, it just feels great, that is until I feel him enter me. I stop kissing him and hold onto him for dear life as he pushes further into me. This is so painful! His mouth goes to my neck, gently sucking and kissing on it while one of his hands goes to my breast and massages it softly. It helps to distract me a little, but the pain is still there, like a slow stabbing that just won't stop.

"Bayley, try to relax. It'll only hurt more if you tense up." I wish I could relax, but my body won't let me. The pain is just too much and I begin to cry. I close my eyes and start sobbing. "Oh, baby don't cry," Roman tells me while stopping his penetration and wiping my tears away.

"It hurts!"

"I know. I know it does." He holds me closely as I cry. "Do you want me to stop? I'll pull out if you want."

"No! Please don't!" I hold on to him tightly. It may hurt, but I don't want him to stop. I want to continue. I want him to make love to me. I've waited so long for this, I can't stop now.

"Okay, okay. Calm down." He stays still inside me and places small kisses all over my face. I can't help but smile at the gesture. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, and I really appreciate that he's trying so hard to make me feel comfortable.

Roman POV

Staying still inside her has got to be one of the most difficult things I've had to do, physically speaking. She's so tight, naturally and with her muscles tensed she's unintentionally squeezing me tighter. I might just explode right now, but I can't do that. This is her first time and I don't want it to end with her in tears and me climaxing prematurely. I kiss her once more on her cheek before resting my head in the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths to hold myself back.

"Roman?" Her small voice catches my attention. "It- it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"Do you want me to continue?" I just need to make sure.

"Please?" Thank God! I pull out a little and thrust back in gently. I thrust a few more times, waiting to hear a response. At first she grunts in pain, but slowly they turn into moans. I can tell she's starting to enjoy it. Good, I can try going in deeper now. My next thrust goes a little deeper. She flinches at the intrusion, but almost instantly adjusts to it and starts moaning again. I repeat the progress until I'm as deep as I can go and still myself, filling her completely. I feel her relax around me and take it as a sign that she's no longer in pain. I sit up on my knees and hold to her hips. She places her hands on my arms and looks up at me curiously. I can only smile at her innocence… well I guess she's not so innocent anymore. I pick up the pace and thrust into her a little faster. "Oh!" That's exactly what I want to hear. I grip her hips more tightly as I pump into her. She inhales sharply and starts taking short shallow breaths. She breaks out into a light sweat as she begins to move her hips in rhythm with mine.

"That's it baby. You're doing really well," I encourage her. She opens her eyes just barely, lust written all over her face, but her eyes filled with love. The look on her face just makes me want to bring her to a climax over and over again. I pump into her faster. Her grip on my arms tightens and her breasts bounce in time with my thrusts. I can't help but admire them. When did they get so big? I keep one hand on her hip and move my other to grab one of her breasts. It's so soft, yet firm. They're just perfect, and all mine.

"Roman, I-I'm gonna," she doesn't get to finish her sentence. Her back arches and her thighs shake as her orgasm washes over her, but I don't stop. I continue pumping into her, never slowing down to prolong her orgasm. "OH. MY. GOD," she screams out as another orgasm rushes through her body. As her she rides out her climax, she puts both her hands on my chest and pushes, slightly. I know she wants me to stop, but I can't even if I wanted too. I'm so close, just a little more. "Roman, p-please? I can't… anymore." I remove her hands from my chest and pin them on either side of her head.

"Yes, you can. Just one more time." She nods and wraps her legs around her waist. Perfect. I pump into her harder and faster, trying desperately to reach my end, but before I do, I hear her let out a strangled scream.

"Ah! Roman!" Her screams coax out my orgasm and I feel myself cumming. I still myself inside of her once more as I feel my body stiffen, filling the condom with my seed. As the feelings dies down I let go of Bayley's hands and kiss her deeply. I stop the kiss and gaze into her eyes. The both of us are panting harshly. We definitely can't go for round two. At least not right now.

"I love you, Roman," she tells me.

"I love you too, Bayley." She smiles at me as I pull out of her and move to the side of the bed to throw the used condom in the garbage next to my bed.

"Eepp!" I hear Bayley gasp loudly from behind me.

"What happened?!" I turn to check on her.

"There's blood on the towel, and on me!" Oh and here I was worried that something happened.

"That's why I put the towel there, babe. It was your first time, you were going to bleed."

"It's from me?" She looks down at the towel with a look of shame written on her face. "I'm sorry."

"For what? Bleeding? You can't help that."

"I'm still sorry." I shake my head at her

"Don't be. Now, let's take a quick nap before round two."

"Round two?!" She sounds surprised.

"Bayley, by the time I'm done with you, you're going to feel boneless."

Eve POV

I shouldn't be here, but I can't help it. I was walking by Roman's room on my way downstairs when I heard it lock. I wondered why he would be locking the door when I smelled another scent coming from his room: Bayley. Bayley was in his room with him, and he locked the damn door. I wanted to believe that nothing was going to happen, that they were just going to talk, but as time went on, I knew that wasn't the case. Between the scent of their lovemaking and hearing the tender words he told her, I knew that I was crazy to believe for a minute that they wouldn't have sex. I'm so stupid! I knew this would happen! I knew it from the moment I found out they were mates, but I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to believe that Roman would take her the way he took me. No, I'm wrong. He didn't take her the way he took me. He was gentler, more loving and patient. He never spoke to me the way he spoke to her. He never told me he loved me when we had sex. Hell, we never even had sex in his room. He'd take me almost anywhere, but never in his room. Can it really be true that he never loved me? That I was just a warm body to satisfy his needs whenever the feeling came over him? No, no it's not true! There's no way that's true! It just can't be! And there's no way he marked Bayley because he loves her. Bayley spent her whole life chasing Roman and he never looked at her that way! Yes, he watched out for her and took care of her, and yes, they spent a lot of time together, but… but… Oh no. It's true. He loves her. He's always loved her. She's always been his first choice. This can't be happening to me!

I don't stick around to hear the end of their lovemaking and run to the nearest bathroom, locking myself in. I sit down on the toilet and cry. I can't believe I was so stupid to believe that Roman really gave a damn about me. I hate him, I fucking hate him! I mean, I still love him, but I hate him for doing this to me! I can't let him get away with this. I can't. I need to do something. Bayley needs to pay too. She can't just walk around like she won. She's a puppy! She doesn't deserve someone like Roman. I swear to everything I know and love that I'll find a way to fix this. It's supposed to be me and Roman whether or not he realizes it. I get up from the toilet and turn on the faucet to wash my face. I splash my face with cold water a couple of times and make sure to splash the water in my eyes. When I finish, I go to dry my face with the towel hanging over the shower rack.

"How come every time I see you, you're crying?" I recognize that voice. I turn around to see Natalya sitting on the skin, looking at me.

"If you sit there, you'll break the sink."

"Nah, I'm not really here anyway. It's my water form."

"What are you doing here?"

"You tell me. You're the one who left the water running. You know damn well that I can show up wherever there's water." What is she implying?

"Go away, Natalya."

"Do you really want me to, Eve?" Do I? I mean, I remember that Natalya made me a very tempting offer, and I was just thinking about a way to get back at Roman and Bayley. Still, am I willing to betray my kind just for revenge?

"That offer that you made me… is it possible to tweak it?"

"What is it that you want?"

"I want the mating bond broken, and Roman's memories replaced."

"Replaced with what?"

"I want you to switch the roles Bayley and I played in Roman's life."

"Interesting, and dirty might I add, but I understand its purpose. It's to transfer Roman's feelings for Bayley to you, and ensure that your life together as humans is a happy one." She's talking too much.

"Can you do it or not?"

"You're asking the mistress of black magic if I can perform two simple spells?" She laughs at me. "The better question is, 'will I do this?' And you already know my conditions." Her statement makes me remember the consequences of my actions.

"I don't know," I'm starting to rethink my position. "This is my entire race we're talking about."

"Oh please. What has your race ever done for you? What has this pack done for you? You have no friends, you have no mate, and what does your life consist of except getting hurt and guarding humans? And what have humans ever done for you? Last I heard, werewolves are persecuted if humans find about their true nature." She's right. No one in this pack cares about me. They all think I'm bitter and mean and spiteful. Roman chose Bayley over me as his mate, and there's no reward in guarding humans. What's left for me as a wolf? What do I owe any one of these wolves? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I've gotten the short end of the stick in every situation I've been in, and here is Natalya. Someone who barely knows me and certainly doesn't give a damn, and yet she's offering to do more for me than anyone else has ever offered to do. I think my choice is clear.

"If the proposition is still good," I start, "I'll take you up on the offer."

"Excellent choice. I look forward to working with you, Eve, and don't worry about contacting me. I'll find you, and I'll let you know, when the time comes, to keep up your end of the bargain." With that, her body turns to water and moves down the drain of the sink. Fuck everyone else. It's time I do something for me.

Seth POV

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since Renee has been here, and it hasn't been easy for her. Of course being a prisoner wouldn't be easy on anyone, but with Corey being a total asshole, it's been even harder for her. After their first encounter, I thought I didn't have to worry about Corey trying to have his way with Renee again, but I was wrong. I was so wrong.

When my shift for guard duty was over and I returned to the den, I decided to make some breakfast for Renee. I figured that it had been a while since she ate so she was probably really hungry. I made her some French toast with scrambled eggs and bacon on the side. I didn't know if she liked any of these foods, but it was better than starving, right? I walked down to the basement with the food in hand and called out to her. "Renee? I got you some food." No response. I know I took the tape off her mouth before leaving her. "Renee?" As I reached the floor I looked over to the bed, I found her on her stomach, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth taped shut, the skirt hiked up to her waist and blood on her thighs. "Oh my God!" I put the food down on the desk next to the stairs and ran over to her. I didn't even know what to do, or where to start. I was running on pure instinct. I turned her over on her back and it's the first time I see her face. Her eyes were bloodshot red and her cheeks were stained with both dry and fresh tears. I took the tape off her mouth and untied her. "What happened?!" She just cried. She didn't even try to respond. I moved to put my hands on her shoulders, but she shrunk away from me in fear. She moved to the top corner of the bed and curled up into a ball, rocking herself as she continued to sob. "Renee, please, I'm not going to hurt you. Just tell me what happened." She shook her head and sobbed harder. "Renee let me help you."

"Help," she screamed at me. "You want to help me?! You're full of shit!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"It's your fault! It's your fault! You didn't stop him!" I knew she was talking about Corey. He and Punk were the only other ones who knew that Renee was down here, and Punk put Corey and me in charge of Renee, so there's no way he would have came down here.

"What did he do to, Renee?" I was pretty sure that I already knew what he did, but I need to be sure.

"He came back. He said I deserved whatever happened to me. He held me down, and h-he," she broke down sobbing again. I didn't need to hear anymore. I had all I needed. I left the basement and looked for Corey, finding him quickly in his room.

"How was guard duty, Corey?"

"Didn't stick around," he admitted. "Punk let me have an ear full for ditching, but it was worth it."

"I hope it was," I told him before landing a punch square on his jaw. "You thought I wouldn't find out?! I told you that was off limits!"

"She's a siren! Whose side are you on?!"

"The side that's right, so right now I'm on her side."

"Wrong side to be on, traitor."

"The only traitor I see is you." I punched him again and tackled him to ground. I grabbed his collar and punched him again and again. "We were raised better than that! You betrayed everything that we, as wolves, stand for! You're just as bad the siren queen!" Not even a few seconds later, I heard the door close and someone lifted me off of Corey.

"Seth, what are you doing?!" It was Punk.

"Let me go, Punk! He needs his ass kicked!"

"Tell me what's going on!"

"He raped her!"

"What," he said in disbelief. "Corey you didn't."

"So what if I did," Corey responded. "We're in the middle of a war, dear brother! You put me in charge of getting information, and sacrifices needed to be made."

"Not those kinds of sacrifices," I yell at him. "What's the point in winning a war, if we end up just like those who we're fighting against?!"

"Seth, he has a point," Punk told me.

"What the hell kind of point is that?!" I get out of his grip to face him. "War or not rape is never justified!"

"I agree with you and Corey will answer for this, but right now, we need to focus all our energy on defeating the sirens and not direct it at one another."

"Are you serious," I asked Punk. I shook my head at him. "If AJ knew that you were condoning this, she'd never speak to you again." I could see the anger rising in Punk.

"I am not condoning this!"

"But you're not doing anything about it either!" I didn't stick around to argue with either of them. At that point I was done with the both of them. I had a hysterical victim of rape on my hands and I needed to take care of that first. I go to my room and gather some towels and a washcloth, an extra set of sheets and a large shirt with drawstring pants. When I get there, I saw that the plate of food was empty. I was glad she ate, but when I look at her I saw someone who was a shell of her former self. I felt so guilty. I was the one who brought her here. It was my fault. "Renee," I called out to her. She lifted her eyes to look at me. "Um, I got you some stuff. Can you get up?" She continued to stare at me and never moved. "Renee, I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm trying to help. Please? Please let me help you?"

I was able to get her moving that day, and while she cleaned herself up I changed the sheets on the bed. I burned them later in the day. It was bad enough that she had to stay in the same room that she was raped. She didn't need to sleep on the same sheets too.

Since then, I've gone with Corey on guard duty to make sure he stayed the hell away from Renee. I also practically moved into the basement, just to keep an eye on Renee. I ate all my meals with her and bathed in the small ass bathroom under the stairs. I also slept on the chair across from the bed. Granted the chair was more like a love seat, but it still isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but I'd rather be uncomfortable than have a repeat of Renee's first day here. As for Renee, I can't really tell if she's getting better. She hasn't said a word since that night, she won't smile and whenever I look in her eyes, she looks… dead. I don't know what to do. I've tried talking to her. Every day I would try to start a conversation with her, but she never responds. She just sits on the bed, looking broken and defeated. Siren or not, she didn't deserve what Corey did to her. It wasn't right, and I didn't know how to fix it, at least, not until today.

I finish making lunch for the both of us and go down to the basement. "Hey, Renee," I call out to her as I walk down the stairs. No answer. I don't know why I thought today would be different. "I got us some lunch. Chicken sandwiches with a side of fries." Still no verbal response, but she does sit up and sit on the side of the bed. I place the plates on the desk. I've moved the desk from the staircase to the side of the bed. We've been using it as a table. I've also moved the chair I've been sleeping in closer to the bed. It was just easier to keep in here instead of constantly having to move it back and forth for meals every day. I sit as she begins to eat. "Renee, are you ever going to speak to me again?" She just gives me a look that is completely devoid of emotion. "Renee, I know that I can never understand what you're going through, but I do know that this has been very difficult for you. I'm sorry about what he did." I learned very quickly that I could no longer say Corey's name in her presence. The last time I did, she threw a fit and almost suffocated herself. "Despite what he said, you didn't deserve that, and I've been trying to find ways to fix it, but nothing's been working. But I think I've finally come up with a solution." She continues eating, not at all fazed by what I'm saying. "I can take the memory away." She drops her sandwich and stares at me, her eyes full of hope. It's the first emotion I've seen her display since that night. "I think it would be best if you just… forgot that it happened."

"Would I forget all you've done for me since then too," she whispers. I'm a little surprised that she's actually speaking to me, but it feels so good to hear her voice again.

"If you want me to take those memories away too, I will." She looks down at her hands, in thought. In all honesty, I don't want her to forget what I've tried to do for her, but I don't want to be selfish. This is about what she needs, not what I want.

"No, just him. I don't want to remember it anymore," she begins to cry. "I have nightmares about it every night. It haunts me whenever I close my eyes. Please, can you please make me forget?" I nod in response and kneel in front of her.

"Don't take your eyes off me. I have to look for the memory so it's going to take me a little longer than usual, okay?" She doesn't respond, but I know she's listening. The next second, her eyes turn black as I start the process and search through her memories. I go through the last two weeks, making her relive every emotion while I experience it with her. I go through every nightmare, every fear, erasing all the moments she relived what Corey did to her. I finally reach that fateful two weeks ago. I erase the memory as it plays out in her head and every emotion and fear that comes with it. The biggest thing that sticks out to me is the thoughts running through her mind during that time. She was desperately crying out for me. She was hoping that I would come and save her like I did the first time he tried it. She was devastated when it ended and I never showed up. Then she blamed herself, thinking that if she hadn't betrayed my trust I would have come for her. I feel so guilty. This is so much worse than when I killed that human, so much worse. When it's over and all the memories of Corey have been erased, her turn brown again and she tries to focus them. Her eyes search the room for a minute before landing on me. What I see makes me sigh with relief. She doesn't look broken anymore, the life in her eyes has returned. "Renee?"

"I dropped my sandwich," I can't help but laugh at her.

"You can have mine. I'll make myself another one later." She smiles and thanks me. It's great to see her smile again. She picks up a fry to eat it, but then she puts it back on her plate. Her eyes widen and she snaps her head back to me. "Is something wrong?"

"Natalya visited me!" I didn't see that in the memories. "She came to me after you left the first night. I meant to tell you when you came back, but I totally forgot about it. I guess I fell asleep, and I just remember being really distraught when I woke up." At least I know that klopí̱ mní̱mi̱s worked.

"Did she tell you something?"

"She called me a traitor to my kind. The penalty for betrayal is usually death, but she left me alive because she thought being left here would be a punishment worse than death." Natalya was right in a way, but I guess she didn't count on the fact that I could erase all of Renee's memories. Still, it doesn't change the fact that it happened. "She also told me that I've been lied to all my life."

"How so?"

"Seth, I was raised to believe that sirens were noble beings and that we have always been persecuted by wolves, but I know that to not be true now."

"At least you know the truth."

"She locked away my powers, Seth."

"That explains why you haven't tried to get away. So then what do you want to do?"

"I need to redeem my race. I want to help you guys win this war, and bring Natalya's reign to an end." This war has just been turned in our favor.

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