Chapter 251: Enid’s response

[General Pov]

“Wednesday! You won’t believe what Thing did today,” Enid said through laughter, bouncing into the room with cheerful steps and slightly tousled hair. The Addams family’s hand was perched on her shoulder like a lifelong pet.

“I don’t care what Thing did,” Wednesday said, her voice as dry as ever.

Thing froze in place, clearly offended. Though used to his mistress by now, he just knocked on the table with his knuckles, like a silent huff.

Enid smiled with one eyebrow raised, “Woke up in a bad mood, or is that your new default setting? Because you’ve been worse than usual since this morning.”

Wednesday didn’t reply. Instead, she turned to Thing with a firm expression.

“Leave.”

Thing pointed at her, then at Enid, then at himself in a kind of What did I do?

“Wander around the school,” Wednesday continued, unbothered. “Observe. Listen. I want a report before midnight on suspicious conversations. Surnames, first names, allegiances. You know the drill.”

The hand hesitated, almost refusing. But something in Wednesday’s black eyes, in her tense stillness, made Thing shrink slightly.

And he left.

Before Enid could ask what was going on, Wednesday spoke.

“I need to talk to you.”

Her tone wasn’t harsh. It was… precise. Too much so.

Enid straightened up, “That serious?”

“Another crazy cultist? Or some sighting of a dangerous Spellman?” Enid asked, ready to jump into action if needed.

“None of that. Sit down,” Wednesday said, gesturing subtly toward a pink chair.

Enid obeyed, calmer now but more curious than ever. Her eyes studied her friend’s posture.

Yes, she considered Wednesday a friend. Their friendship had resumed and grown stronger thanks to the missions they’d done together.

Wednesday walked to her desk, but didn’t sit down. She just leaned slightly forward on it, her dark eyes fixed on Enid’s.

A few seconds passed in silence.

“Are you going to tell me what this is about? You’re kind of scaring me,” Enid said, shifting a little in her seat.

Wednesday took a deep, silent breath. Internally, she sighed, “I’ve been researching werewolf mates.”

Enid blinked, “What…?”

“I’ve been reading,” Wednesday continued without emotion, “Specifically about the emotional biology of your kind. Fated pairs. The unbreakable bond. The concept of a mate.”

Enid tensed instantly. Her back straightened, her jaw clenched, “Why do you want to talk about that?”

Wednesday didn’t hesitate, “Because I think your mate is Luke.”

Enid didn’t deny it. She lowered her gaze a little, but then held Wednesday’s eyes. “I think it’s pretty obvious… And you know I’m not going after him. I proved that. You shouldn’t be so distrustful after everything we’ve been through. I thought there was trust.”

Pause.

“Besides, Luke clearly doesn’t feel the same. He only has eyes for you.”

Wednesday shook her head once, slowly, “That’s not what I mean.”

She straightened up, no longer leaning on the desk. “I mean how dangerous that bond can be… when the love isn’t mutual. A one-sided connection. Fixed. Biologically predestined. Like an open wound that won’t close.”

Enid pressed her lips together, “I know,” she replied without hesitation. “That’s why I stopped chasing him. I stopped listening in on your video calls.”

Her voice dropped a bit, more serious, “And I’d already made up my mind… Once all this is over, I was going to cut all ties. Not out of hate. But for my mental health. For self-preservation.”

Wednesday nodded. Just once, “And for that, you’ll have to stop seeing me too.”

Enid opened her mouth, but didn’t respond right away.

“I’m his girlfriend. Seeing me would be like a constant reminder of what you lost. Of what you can’t have. Am I wrong?” Wednesday added.

“No. You’re right. I’d thought about that too,” Enid said, swallowing hard.

And she looked down. “Not because I don’t want to be your friend. But… because seeing you will hurt. Even if I don’t want it to.”

There was a brief, heavy silence.

“Still… even if you stop seeing him, even if you try to forget, the bond will still be there,” Wednesday added, her words softer but no less sharp. “You’re already too connected to him. Obsessed. And it’ll be dangerous for you.”

Enid looked up slightly, her eyes filled with pain, but she didn’t interrupt.

“And you’ll lose your bond with me too. Your friendship with me will break again. And knowing how emotional you are… that will hurt you too.”

Enid exhaled slowly. Closed her eyes for a second.

“I know…” she whispered.

Then, with a hint of frustration, she opened her eyes again, “I know. But… why are you telling me all this? Do you have some kind of suggestion?” she asked, her tone just barely exasperated.

Since when had Wednesday Addams turned into some sort of emotional therapist?

What was this? An intervention?

Was she trying to make sure Enid wouldn’t jump out a window once the war was over?

Just thinking about it irritated her.

Yes, they were friends. Yes, they trusted each other. But Wednesday wasn’t exactly the queen of affection. Her way of caring was… unique and weird. Like analyzing emotions was a logical equation, not a minefield of crossfire.

“Yes. I do have a suggestion,” said Wednesday.

“Oh, really? Enlighten me, Doctor,” Enid snapped, crossing her arms in defensive sarcasm, bracing for whatever ridiculous thing Wednesday would say now.

Wednesday didn’t hesitate:

“Polygamy.”

The silence that followed was so thick it seemed to suck the air out of the room.

Enid stared at her. Right in the eyes. Looking for any hint of sarcasm, some cruel joke, a bizarre social experiment. But she found nothing.

Wednesday was completely serious.

“P-polygamy?” Enid repeated, in a low, stammering voice.

This was the last response she ever expected.

“Yes,” Wednesday nodded. “I’m willing to share Luke with you. If you’re willing to accept it too.”

Then, with absolute nonchalance, she sat at her desk, picked up a small textbook without even opening it, and added, “Take your time to consider it.”

Enid froze. Literally. Her eyes locked. Her brain in suspension. Like the world had forgotten to load the next frame.

Several seconds passed.

Then suddenly, she shot up from the chair as if someone had shoved her.

“Polygamy?!” she repeated, this time louder.

Wednesday turned to look at her, unfazed, “Which part wasn’t clear?”

Enid opened her mouth. Then closed it. Opened it again.

“The part where my best friend suggests we share her boyfriend! And you, you are even more obsessed with Luke than I am!” she blurted, flailing a hand as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Wednesday didn’t respond immediately.

She just thought, ’My best friend?’

Enid had said it naturally, without much thought. For someone like Enid, extroverted, with dozens of acquaintances, saying best friend had to carry weight.

For Wednesday… it wasn’t just that Enid was her best friend.

She was her only friend.

And as for the accusation of obsession… she couldn’t deny that part.

In fact, it brought her a certain satisfaction. She had won.

And she liked winning. Especially when it came to Luke.

“I’m not suggesting this out of generosity. Or guilt,” Wednesday finally said, setting the book aside and standing up. “I’m suggesting it because I’m worried about you.”

Enid opened her mouth again, ready to snap back, but Wednesday raised a hand with authority.

“I know what a mate means to a werewolf. I know that even if you don’t pursue him, even if you walk away… you’ll keep loving him. And that can destroy you, no matter what you tell yourself. And I don’t want that to happen because…”

Wednesday swallowed hard, clearly uncomfortable with the emotional weight of her words,

“…because you’re my best friend. And I don’t want to lose you after all this is over.”

Enid looked at her. Surprised.

Wednesday had just said more emotional things in the last minute than Enid ever thought she would hear from her.

“That’s why I’m offering this,” Wednesday continued, her tone steady.

“Accept it or don’t. It’s your decision. If you accept, we move to the next step. If you say no… then you deal with it when the war ends, we cut ties, and if you end up offing yourself, it’s no longer my concern.”

Enid couldn’t help it. Her lip trembled. A smirk escaped her.

And then, she burst out laughing.

She brought a hand to her face, shaking her head as the laughter spilled out.

“Oh my God, Wednesday! You always have to ruin the moment with a horrible comment!”

Wednesday tilted her head slightly. “It’s not horrible. It’s realistic. There’s a high probability that you’ll fall into a depression after all this.”

Enid didn’t get mad. She just shook her head, still trying to catch her breath.

Her heart, racing from the shock, was trying to stabilize after the magnitude of what she’d just heard.

Never in her life had she imagined this moment would come. Not only would she not lose her best friend…

But against all logic, she might get to see Luke again.

Love Luke again.

Legally and openly.

“This is… huge,” Enid finally said, a mix of excitement, vertigo, and restrained emotion in her voice. “This is going to change our lives!”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, “You’ve already accepted?”

She’d expected a yes eventually, but not this fast.

“What else is there to think about?” Enid shrugged. “I mean, yeah… before, when I was dating Luke, I was jealous. A little intense. But I have no problem sharing him with you. You know how the mate bond works…”

She paused. Then, more softly, added, “Besides… I don’t want to lose you either. Not as a friend, not as a partner, not as… whatever weird thing we’ve built since the war came back.”

Wednesday looked at her for a second longer, then spoke in her usual flat, direct tone.

“Just to be clear: Luke is the romantic center of this equation. I have no interest in you that way. If this starts to feel like an emotional threesome in your head, it’s over. Immediately.”

Enid’s mouth dropped open, offended, “Obviously I don’t either!” she shot back. “I only want Luke in that way. You’re just my best friend!”

Wednesday nodded once, as if sealing a legal contract, “Perfect. Then no misunderstandings. Structured polygamy. Clear romantic center. Zero lesbian confusion.”

“You’re sick,” Enid muttered, but she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“I have to be thorough,” Wednesday replied casually.

Enid let out a small, nervous laugh. Then her expression shifted.

“So… when are you going to tell him? He has no idea yet, right? What if… he says no?” she asked, trying, and failing, to hide her anxiety.

“He has no idea. He doesn’t see it coming at all,” Wednesday replied with her usual calm. “And I’ll tell him tomorrow. When I get home.”

Enid tensed, “Do you think he’ll accept?”

Wednesday crossed her arms and leaned back against the desk. For once, she didn’t answer right away.

“I don’t know for sure,” she admitted without drama. “But he said something, months ago. After the fight with Elliot in Sunnyvale. He told me that, even though his love for you faded, even though he only has eyes for me now, he still feels something strange for you.”

Enid watched her, listening closely.

“That you were his first love. And that if you were ever in danger… he’d save you. Without hesitation.”

That made Enid lower her gaze, slightly moved, cheeks tinted with color.

“So that’s something in our favor,” Wednesday concluded.

“And the downside?”

“Emotional laziness,” Wednesday said with almost comical coldness. “Having two girls obsessed with him might sound exciting. But it also means more effort than he’s willing to invest. More attention. More mental strain. More commitment.”

Enid couldn’t help but smile a little. That did sound like Luke.

Enid sighed, “Well. At least if he says no… it was fun to imagine.”

She leaned back dramatically in her chair and added in a dark, but clearly teasing tone, “And if he rejects me… if all this was just to give me false hope… I’ll kill myself. And I’ll haunt you forever, Wednesday. I’ll knock your books off the shelves, ruin your experiments, and whisper annoying things behind your back when you try to write your novel or something.”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes, amused by the dark joke, though her expression didn’t change.

“Well,” she said with surgical calm, “that way I get to keep you by my side forever as my best friend. You’d never leave. And I wouldn’t have to share Luke.”

Enid shot upright, bursting into disbelieving laughter, “What?! That’s your logic?! You emotionally destroy me to keep Luke and enslave me as your ghost friend?!”

The proposal had been made. The first half of this new triangle had accepted. Only one piece remained.

Just then, something hit the window. Wednesday and Enid stopped talking and turned their heads at the same time.

A black raven tapped the glass with its beak.

They both knew what it meant.

A new mission.

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