Chapter 2 #2
You’d think it would be easy, right? But it never is.
Not when you’re the product of a one-night stand and your teenage mom gives you up before you’re able to walk.
My whole life, it’s been me and my suitcase, popping between foster houses and group homes, always being the extra mouth at the table or the afterthought in the Christmas card photo. Not tragic, just… lonely.
So, when my biological mom called me up on my twenty-second birthday and said, “Pack your bags, baby, come to Fable Forest,” I actually believed her.
I’d always heard the rumors about Fable Forest and wanted to check it out myself.
In this small city, magic and mundane collide.
It’s a place where you might see a werewolf checking his phone while waiting for coffee, or a witch using her cauldron to make spells.
The whole town exists under some ancient enchantment that turns everyday life into fairy tales, whether the residents like it or not.
I instantly fell in love with the enchanted town. But things at my mother’s home sucked. Come to find out, Mom and the stepsisters just wanted someone to pay the bills and do the damn dishes.
After three months of hell dealing with them, I’m so desperate to escape my mother’s hell house, I’m ready to sleep in my freaking car if this job doesn’t pan out.
I blink back to the present and this interview—my last hope of avoiding homelessness. Aric’s gold eyes are so steady and unflinching that for a second, I almost confess all of this right now, upfront, like some desperate job interview confessional.
Instead, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and take a long, shaky sip of tea, letting the sweetness burn a hole through my chest. “You’re hired.
We’ll have to run the official background check, but I’ll let the Council know you’re starting as soon as it’s done.
” I barely resist the urge to fist-bump the air.
Relief floods me so hard I nearly slosh tea onto my lap.
“Thank you,” I manage, my voice an octave higher than usual.
“I won’t let you down.” Then a thought occurs to me—background check?
I wonder how in-depth this report will be.
Hopefully, my bitch mother and the stepsisters won’t ruin this for me too.
The large green Orc stands, hoisting the baby with the kind of practiced ease I associate with lifers in the childcare trenches. “Come, I’ll show you your quarters. Then we can go over the daily routine. And I’ll introduce you to Kol and Oren.”
I push my concerns over the report to the back of my mind and follow him.
The thought of meeting other Orcs should terrify me.
Instead, I feel a weird spark of anticipation.
If the rest of them are anything like Aric, I might even fit in.
And honestly, nothing could be worse than the situation at my mother’s house.
As we walk the hall, I catch my reflection in a polished stone panel—wide-eyed, skin too pale in the cool light, hair a little wild from the mountain breeze. But my shoulders are square. My step is steady. I am still me, and, for the first time in months, I feel energized.
The baby sneezes again, louder this time, and I grin, watching the cuteness unfold.
He doesn’t linger on it. “This way. Your quarters are downstairs.”
The stairs descend in a gentle spiral, the walls inset with more of that glowing moss and a series of handrails at varying heights, one at toddler-level.
My room is at the end of the hallway. We step in, and I look around, finding it big enough for a queen bed, a desk, and a wardrobe that’s clearly been imported from the human side of the mountain.
There’s a stack of fresh towels, a brand-new tablet for house scheduling, and a welcome basket of mini soaps and chocolates, which is so not-Orc that I actually laugh out loud.
Aric looks at me, one eyebrow up. “The amenities were Kol’s idea. He says it’s important to acclimate human employees gently.”
I run my finger along the desk, testing for dust, and then turn to face him. “You don’t have many humans working here, do you?”
“Not in the settlement proper,” he says. “There’s Brielle at the library and two techs in the communications center. The rest live across the river in Fable Forest. Most Orcs prefer to handle their own affairs.” He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “But I was desperate.”
That last bit is news to me, and my face must show it. “Why?”
Aric doesn’t flinch or dodge the question.
“Because I’m in way the fuck over my head.
” He glances down at Ainsley. She’s chewing on her fist and drooling like crazy.
“My friend died. His whole family, wiped out in a car wreck on the human side. He named me guardian, and now she’s mine.
” He says it so matter-of-factly, but I can see how tight his jaw goes and the way his massive hands flex like he’s holding the whole damn world together.
“She’s not just someone’s kid. She’s my kid now. I want the best for her.” His voice grows really fucking quiet. “I promised him I’d give Ainsley a real home. But I barely know what I’m doing.”
My chest twinges for him. “You’re doing fine, Aric.”
He looks at me for a beat, like he’s not used to someone saying that out loud.
Then I swear his shoulders drop two inches, the tension draining out of him like air from a popped tire.
“You’re direct,” he says, and there’s a new edge in his voice that isn’t military at all.
“I like that. You’re going to fit in here better than you think, Ella. ”
I manage a smile, nerves and pride all tangled up. “Good. Because I’m not great at pretending to be something I’m not.”
His mouth twitches, almost forming a grin. “That’s the only kind of human who survives long on this side of the wall.”
“I have to tell you something.” He needs to know the entire story.
“I only met my birth mother and stepsisters a few months ago. I spent my entire life in foster care after my mother abandoned me.” I can’t stop the word vomit once it starts.
“I thought I was finally going to be part of a family, but I got here and discovered they only wanted me to move in to be their housekeeper. And to pay most of the bills.” I finally run out of steam.
“You will be part of a family. The Arch Orc family.” He gently pats my shoulder. “Your bitch mother’s loss is our gain.” In that instant, I realize I really might’ve found my place in the universe.
There’s a sharp ping from somewhere in Aric’s pocket.
He checks his phone, amber eyes flicking over the screen with militant focus.
“Change of plans,” he says, mouth twisting in a dry almost-smile.
“Oren and Kol are both tied up. Apparently, Kol’s dealing with a security breach, and Oren’s running the training yard with a handful of idiots.
” He pockets the phone, looking almost apologetic, which is hilarious considering the dude could crush me with a single bicep.
“Council will run your background check tonight,” he adds, all business again. “I have no doubt it will clear, and you’ll be good to move in by tomorrow or the next day. I’ll message you as soon as it’s official.”
“Sounds great.” I nod, heart doing this weird little tap dance. Aric leads me back through the glowing, mossy halls and out toward the front gate, pace never flagging, silent but not unfriendly.
The second time I show up at the Arch Settlement, it’s with my little car filled to the brim with boxes.
The Council must’ve processed my background check in record time since Aric sent me a brief, efficient text late last night letting me know I could move in today.
I woke up this morning to a text from Aric informing me Kolson will be meeting me at the gate.
I didn’t tell my mother or the stepsisters I was leaving.
Not even a note. I just waited until the hell house was empty, loaded my few still-packed boxes, grabbed my duffel and laptop, and slipped out the back door.
No drama, no last-minute guilt trip. I doubt they even notice I’m gone until tonight rolls around and there’s no dinner on the stove.
I grip the steering wheel, grinning. This is what freedom feels like. Sure, my entire life’s crammed into the trunk of a twelve-year-old Honda Civic, but at least it’s my mess now. No more bitchy comments about my weight or my hair or how I “never fit in.” Fuck that. I’m done.
When I drive up to the imposing gate, a tall, green Orc who looks a lot like Aric walks over to my car.
“I’m Kol.” I half-expected him to be some terrifying, drill-sergeant type, but he’s just a little shorter than Aric, a little broader, and gentleness shines from his ebony eyes.
“Drive to Aric’s house and I’ll help you unload. ”
His skin is the color of deep forest moss, but the rest of him is pure modern efficiency.
The black polo shirt he’s wearing fits his linebacker frame like body armor, while his pressed jeans probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.
With his cropped military short hair, his vibe is all calm, calculated alertness.
Not the kind of guy I’d want to tick off in a dark alley, but there’s a weird warmth in his eyes that takes the edge off the intimidation factor. He gives me a once-over—not creepy, just risk-assessing—and then flashes a dry, almost-smile like he caught himself being too serious.
He turns and grumbles to the guards in Orcish, and the huge gate swings open while the guards signal me through. I pull up in front of Aric’s home and park.
Kolson strolls up and knocks on my window. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” I smile. At least, I hope it comes off as a smile. “Is Aric going to be here?”
The giant shakes his head. “He had to take Ainsley to the human doctor for her shots.” His green lips turn up into a smirk.
“Should be a fun night tonight.” Ouch. He’s not wrong.
Before I’m able to come up with a response, he continues.
“I’ll unload the boxes, and you can tell me where to put them.
” He opens my trunk and reaches for the first box on top. Damn. The jolly green giant moves fast.
While he carries in the heavy stuff, I grab two of the lighter bins, and it only takes three trips to get everything downstairs to my new living quarters.
I take a few minutes to rearrange the bedding to my taste, then step back to survey the results. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine. My home.
I spend a while just enjoying the quiet.
A while later, there’s a quiet knock at the door.
I open it to find Aric, holding Ainsley, who is not so much awake as she is simply refusing to nap like a normal child.
He offers a nod and says, “We’re back from the doctor. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I’m almost done,” I tell him.
“Great.” He gives me a smile that’s identical to Kolson’s. “Spend tonight settling in, and you can begin at first light.”
“First light?” I need a time to set my alarm for.
“Six a.m.,” he explains. Ouch. These green dudes wake up early.
“Sounds great,” I tell him while mentally preparing to go to bed early.
When he leaves, I flop onto the bed, bounce once, and sigh in relief. I check my phone. Three messages from my mother, one from Tanya, the younger of my stepsisters, and one from Dana, the older of the two.
Outside, the moss glows brighter as dusk settles. Inside, it’s quiet except for the soft hum of the house, the heartbeat of a place that’s decided to let me in.