Book 3 of 3
There is a fourth but not finished
Rated M for Mature scenes and Language
After Frankie's death and the unborn baby going missing, the Mikaelson's are looking at giving up. The love of their lives gone and the only chance of happiness f...
I sat up as Nik got out of the bed, his bare ass on full display to me as he made his way to the door.
"Where are you going?" I questioned as I sat up on my elbows. Turning to me, he smiled as my eyes flowed down his body not so subtly.
"Making pancakes, of course." He told me with a smile that told me he was happy with my staring. I raised my eyebrow as he turned back around, walking out of the room as my eyes lingered on his ass. I let out a laugh as I laid back down. My body fluttering with the events that just happened. I swear, these guys make me feel like a teenager. The love, the desire- everything felt like it was a dream.
My eyes looked around the room, it was designed like my parents room that I had lived in for the last five years. It felt like how it did before- but having Nik here.. It made it so much better. I couldn't even think of how it would feel when we were all here. Nik had mentioned us all living here.
I stood up, moving to leave the room when images floated into my head. My own scream echoing throughout the house as I fell to my knees, my hands on my head. The images of a man slapping me- forcing himself upon me. A wolf- my limbs being torn to shreds. The pain running through my body as if I was going through everything in real time. Nik's warm arms around me as I felt my vision come back. Throwing my hands out to fight back as the last memory was of a wolf tearing me apart.
"Hey- Hey Frankie! Shh It's just me. It's okay. You're okay." Nik stammered out, his arms trying to hold me tightly to him, stroking my hair as my body stopped thrusting outwards. My head throbbing with the new memory. Tears streaming out of my eyes at the pulsing pain that ran through my body. "What happened, love?" Nik whispered into my hair. His voice holding nothing but concern for me.
"A-" I paused my shaky voice. It sounded bizarre. What if it wasn't real? It doesn't seem like something I had actually lived through- but I did get killed by his mother.. "A memory. That's all." I decided.
"That is not all, Frankie. You were screaming as if your life was being threatened. What memory did you get?" Nik questioned. I pulled back some, seeing his stern blue eyes staring back into my own brown eyes.
"A- I remembered a man.. he- he uh- hit me.." I breathed out, Nik's eyes flashing yellow for a split second. "He..uh- I-" I let out a soft whimper at the memory, averting my eyes from him as I closed my eyes.
"Frankie." Nik mumbled, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him. "What did you see?"
"He- forced himself on me. And then there was a- a wolf." Nik took in a sharp breath, nodding his head. Leaning forward to press his lips to my forehead. "Was this a real memory, Nik? It seemed so-"
"Old? Yeah.. Sounds like it's from your first life." Nik filled in. I looked at him. I'm sure Nik could see the fear in my eyes as a thought came to mind.
"How many lives have I lived? Does this mean- Will they all be like- this?" I questioned him. Nik sighed, pulling me back to his chest.
"I don't know, love. But I'm here for you- so are the others. Someone will always be here for when you get one of these memories." He promised. Pulling back, I glanced up at him and kissed his cheek. "Besides-" He started, a smile on his lips. "Maybe this means your memories are coming back and you'll know how this all happened."
"Yeah-" I breathed, looking away from him as his arms loosened some. "Maybe I will." Nik smiled at me, helping me up as his hand remains in mine.
"I made pancakes- I hope you are hungry." He grinned, pulling me to come with him, naked.
"Nik!! I need some kind of clothing." He glanced at me, eyes scanning my body down and back up. A smirk playing on his lips.
"I don't know. I kind of enjoy this look you have going for you." Nik muttered as he placed a plate of pancakes in front of me. My mouth salivated at the look of the pancakes he had placed in front of me. Blueberry's spotted throughout the pancakes that were thick and fluffy- a homemade looking blueberry syrup that oozed over the fluffy cakes. The magenta color popping out beautifully on top of the small square of butter underneath of it.
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"Those look- so good." I muttered as I felt him placing something fluffy over my shoulders. His hands lingering as I reached up to touch his hands. A robe on my shoulders.
