Me? A celebrity pianist?
I was absolutely gobsmacked that Randy thought that I was good enough to be a pianist. I knew I had to move out sometime soon, as the babies were getting older and being a pianist would be able to bring enough money for the children and me.
I didn’t even have to think twice before making my decision.
“Yes.”
— Chris’s POV —
“Come on man, what are doing here? It’s been years since she left and here you are in her room, still crying!” Martin said from the door way of my baby sister’s room.
I wiped the stray tear from my cheek and sat up from her bed. Although it has been many years since Caroline left, it hasn’t been easy. I miss her more than anything and I wish I could tell her how sorry I really am. I miss her rare laughs and smiles, her voice, that cute way her nose used to scrunch up when she saw something she didn’t like. I miss everything about her.
But the worst part has to be not knowing whether she was alive or not. I just wish she would send us a letter or something telling us that she was fine, but to be honest, I don’t expect her to.
… Not after how we treated her.
A lot has changed since she left. We now have a Luna, Eva- although she is a total bitch, but we can’t say anything to her.
Eva is now pregnant, but she complains about it everything single second of her life, telling us how she’s rather die than be pregnant again, because apparently, she looks too fat and none of her nice clothes fit her anymore. But of course, she meant slutty clothes by that.
But I doubt the baby is even Howard’s. She’s still whoring around like she used to but Howard is too blinded in love to see that. Sometimes, she even checks out guys in front of Howard and he doesn’t even notice. But Howard is too desperate to be a father that he silences anyone who even thinks about him not being the father of the unborn baby.
Ever since Caroline had left, Howard had turned a lot quieter, only keeping to himself and when his father started pressuring him to mate- as the pack desperately needed a Luna, he finally mated and marked Eva.
He seemed so depressed and hollow, even after his mating, which was very unlike him. But now that Eva is pregnant, after a lot of persuading from his part, he seems to be finally coming out his shell more. Like today, he came up to us and actually started joking around, which he hadn’t done it years now. I was happy for him.
I am a lot happier now that I had found my mate. I met Isabel about a year ago and she is now the Beta Female. I first saw her when she moved here from New York, and I was instantly in love with her. If Caroline was here, they would’ve been best friends, I know that for sure.
Isa doesn’t know who Caroline is and has never asked me, but I know she wants to. I don’t want her to know who Caroline is because then she’ll ask where she is and if she does, we have to answer her truthfully, then she would want to know why she left and why. And I know that Isa would leave me if she found out what we did to Caroline, who is my own flesh and blood. And I couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving me.
My mom worse than ever now. She is extremely sick as her wolf is dying. If any werewolf’s wolf die, the human part automatically dies as well, as your wolf dying is like your soul being ripped out.
“So are you coming or what?!” Martin asked again, slightly irritated now, which annoyed me as I was a higher-ranked werewolf than he was, thus he should’ve respected me. Although, I didn’t say anything, not wanting to cause a dispute.
I nodded and stood up from the bed and followed him out the door. I took one last, longing look at Caroline’s room, her scent completely gone now, and closed the door silently before locking it.
I dropped my key in my pocket and we both made our way down to the living room where all my friends were, including Howard and Eva.
Once I was down the stairs, I noticed Howard sitting on the sofa with a pregnant Eva, who had a scowl on her face while Howard had a small smile on his face, looking down at her stomach. Two totally different people, sometimes I wonder how they ended up together.
I stepped down the last step and almost immediately, small hands found their way around my waist from my left. Chuckling, I took her small hands and pulled her in front of me, then placed a small kiss on her forehead.
“Finally! You’re here! Are you ready to go now? Can we hurry up before we miss her concert?” Eva all but screamed.
All the guys who were friends with us from high school, nodded enthusiastically before practically running out the house to their cars.
They were really excited to see some chick called Brianna, who is a pianist who recently became famous. From I’ve been told, her first debut came out about three years ago, and its ticket rose sky-high in a short period of time. Tens of thousands of fans are crazy for her. It is an honour to watch her performance for just once.
And all that information was engraved into my brain by my wonderful mate, who loves her nearly as much as she loves me.
We followed them and went to our own cars. Yesterday was Isa’s birthday and she wanted to go to this concert more than anything. And me, well, being me, wanted to please my mate, so after spending thousands, I managed to pull some strings and get us some front-row and backstage tickets.
Apparently, not many people have seen this Sydney girl, but those who had, say she is smoking hot! And I don’t believe this to be true at all, because if she was truly that beautiful, she would be showing off her ‘amazing’ face to her fans. I bet when we get there, we’ll all be grossed out by her sweaty blabber and yellow teeth.
I shuddered from the image and started driving the car after making sure we had everything we’d need to get in.
Finally after five hours of driving, we made it. Thousands of people crowded outside the arena to be checked by the security. I groaned and slipped out the car, but that changed when I saw my mate’s beautiful face with excitement gleaming in her eyes and a small smile on those delicious lips of hers.
I took her warm hands and the tingles spread through my body, like they did every-time I touched her and pulled her to the long queue. Soon, we were joined by the rest of the gang, and surprisingly, Eva was scowling anymore, in fact, she was silent, too silent.
After what seemed like tons of security checks, we finally went to our places and waited patiently for his Brianna to come. Weirdly enough, Howard seemed very excited, unlike the first time I’d told him about the concert.
Five minutes later, a guy came onto the stage with a microphone in his hand, saying, “Good evening, ladies and gents. The concert is about to begin. While I fully understand many of you are loyal fans to Brianna, but I would like to ask you all to remain quiet as the concert goes on. Thank you for your cooperation and let us welcome Brianna!”
The crowd went silent. The guy came off the stage and a few seconds later, a thin figure walked on; and although she was thin, she had all the perfect curves.
Then a beautiful voice filled the whole arena, “Good evening, everyone” This voice sounded familiar. “I am Brianna, and I hope you enjoy my performance tonight.”
Then, she went to the piano and sat on the bench in front of it. There was no doubt that she was beautiful. She had long golden blond, brownish hair and lightly tanned skin. And for some very odd reason, something about her reminded me of Caroline.
She closed her eyes as she first started playing, but soon, she opened her eyes again and lifted up the head. I could see her face very well.
I saw those bluish silver eyes of her. I froze and my face paled, I would never forget these eyes. They were Caroline’s eyes.