An agreement.

ALLISON'S POV

I let out a groan as I allowed myself to melt into my couch.

My first day at work had been nothing short of nerve-wracking. It wasn't exactly tedious but my boss turned out to be quite a demanding bastard.

Jules walked in from the kitchen behind me and patted my shoulders.

"It's difficult to work for your new boss, isn't it?" She chuckled.

"You don't even know the beginning of it," I sighed. "He didn't even treat me like it was my first day. I had to work like I had been his secretary for at least a year. The bastard even had the guts to get mad at me when I missed a meeting that wasn't in the schedule given to me."

"Well, welcome to the Phantom Corporation," she laughed as she walked over to sit beside me on the couch. "He expects us to be perfect at our jobs and barely spares us a small margin for error. I have been really close to getting fired twice already."

"It's even more annoying to know that I can't rest even now," I sighed as I sat up on the couch. "I still have to go pick up my kids."

"Yeah..." Jules said, dragging the word longer than she should.

I gave her a puzzled look at that.

"Why did you do that?"

She feigned innocence in response.

"Do what?"

"You know what you did?"

She shrugged with a pleasant expression on her face.

"Unfortunately, I don't and you don't have much time. We have to get them from the day care center before it closes for the day."

"Yeah," I said wearily as I checked the time and saw that it read 5:30 pm.

It would take approximately fifteen minutes to drive to the daycare which closes by 6:00 pm so I have ample time to reach them.

I dragged myself off the couch as Jules stood up beside me, her pleasant smile still etched on her face.

I ignored it even though I was curious and made my way to the car as she followed behind me.

It's been almost six years since I ran away from home and from the man I was mated to.

In those five years, I have gone through quite a lot living among humans.

The most troublesome problem I had to face was controlling my predatory urges against being of such weaker species. Growing up as the scorned one in my family, I never went out much and I never visited any human areas in those days. Suddenly being plunged into their midst, it took all of my willpower to control myself from tearing into one and enjoying the taste of the warm human blood and flesh.

I've been told that some werewolves have been driven insane by their desires as devouring humans gave them more powers than other creatures.

The humans also gave off a sweet scent much unlike werewolves or animals so I couldn't blame them either.

The second problem I faced was even more daunting.

Surviving among them.

Unlike werewolves who respect effort, talent and power, humans had no such ideals. Werewolves had a system of hierarchy that ranked its members and determined how influential they were, but humans had no such system.

Their hierarchy was decided by money and nothing else.

Everything revolved around having enough money or making enough money to afford it. I could be a beggar today and be respected as an influential figure if I happened to stumble into wealth one way or the other.

For that, I was grateful that I had the foresight of stealing from my mate. Though I felt a little guilty, that money served me well. I was able to secure a small apartment and cater for myself until I was able to find a simple job that helped me take care of my needs.

I had met Jules while doing that job as well.

I soon realised that one night stand had gotten me pregnant and my façade of stability came crashing down. I had to scramble to take care of my antenatal needs and also prepare for the arrival of not one, but three children.

I had triplets.

When I was first told, I wondered how stupidly potent was that guy's semen to impregnate me with three children at once. It was both frightening and a little exciting.

From the fifth month of my pregnancy, up to the delivery and the first two years of taking care of those little bundles of joy, I lived the worst years of my life.

All I had was Jules who supported me both at work and at home.

She moved in with me during the eight month period and stayed with me through the better part of the two years I took care of them, making my life a lot easier than it should have been.

She made sure I was nourished and nurtured from the brink of the death after every breastfeeding round until we eventually stop the breastfeeding once they were cleared to eat baby food.

Jules moved out after two years, leaving me with all three of them as her job was quite a distance from mine.

She would visit every Friday of the week and spend the weekend with us, and today happened to be one of those Fridays.

We reached the daycare after fifteen minutes of comfortable silence and she hurried out for the car before I did, eager to see her "babies" as she always calls them.

I walked in behind her and Leo saw us first, running into her arms without a second thought.

Liam on the other hand, guided Lena who clutched his hand to me before moving on to hug Jules.

"How is my little girl?" I smiled as I lifted Lena off the ground.

She nodded in response.

"Someone tried bullying Lena in school today and I punched him," Leo told Jules with pride in his voice.

"That's my boy," Jules lifted him off and hugged him. "Next time, make his suffer even more pain."

"Jules!" I hissed. "Stop teaching him violence like that."

Liam nodded in agreement with me as he looked up at Jules disapprovingly.

"Argh, let's just go home," Jules groaned. "You all are such killjoys."

This time, Leo nodded in agreement.