Chapter 4 - Raven POV

Today, I received the best news in years: My little Angel is going to come back home. I miss that little one so much.

He wasn't that little anymore, but I've only seen his face all these years on my kids' phone screens. I'm looking forward to hugging him. My little Angel, who was always an angel around my terrorist children.

Dominic is already holed up in his father's office. I tell you, I don't know who that kid looks like. Even his father doesn't like bureaucracy as much as he does, but I'm sure Ulric will break the news to him. So, I can only break the news to Klaus and Colby, who are certainly sitting in the game room stuffing their faces with junk food.

When I opened the door to the playroom, I was in awe. Nobody was there. I went to look in the kitchen and found Colby eating a sandwich that was bigger than his head.

- You have the mouth for all that? - I asked him, laughing.

- Of course, Mom - he answers me, opening his mouth and biting a big piece of the sandwich.

I had to laugh at the figure of this youngest son of mine.

- Do you know where your brother is? - I asked.

- Dominic must be in the office with Dad.

- Very funny. I think even unborn pups know that. I mean your other brother - I said, rolling my eyes.

- I don't know where Klaus is. I already tried to call him by mind-link to play with me, but he blocked me. - Colby answers me.

I'd also tried and my son did not answer me. I thought he had blocked the link to play without interruption. An idea pop into my head, and I didn't like it at all.

- I have good news for you - I said, and Colby, munching on his sandwich, looked at me. - Angel is coming home.

- Is that true, mom? - screams my son, letting the contents of his mouth bounce everywhere.

- Yes it is true. And another thing, before you leave the kitchen, you will clean up all the mess you've made.

I turned my back and left Colby jumping with joy as he tried to call someone, who I imagine's the very source of so much joy, Angel.

I went up the stairs and stopped at the door of Klaus' room. I wasn't going to bother listening at the door, as the rooms are all soundproof, so I grabbed the handle and turned. Obviously, it was unlocked. That boy thinks no one has the courage to enter without knocking. I threw the door back with all my strength and caught my son in the act right inside a she-wolf, who I knew was one of the youngest warriors in the pack.

I had to laugh because they were so intent on giving and receiving pleasure that they couldn't even hear the door slamming on the wall.

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't particularly interested in seeing my son in these acts, but I couldn't take my eyes off my son's backside as his buttock muscles tightened as he violently entered the girl who was screaming in pleasure.

Enough is enough, and I scream.

- Klaus!

It was even comical to see him jump off her and fall on his ass to the ground, while his penis became flaccid with fright. The girl covers herself with the sheet and hides on the other side of the bed, leaving only her eyes out to peek.

- The hell, Mom. Don't you know how to knock on the door?

- How many times have I told you to keep your women out of this house? – turning to the girl, I said – and you? Does your mother know you're getting under men instead of looking for your mate?

The girl starts to cry, and my son grunts.

- Mom! - he whimpers.

- Do not mom me. You two should look for your mate. They will not appreciate you having sex with other people.

- Mom, nobody waits for our mate to have sex – my son answers me while putting on some shorts.

- I do not want to know. You don't need to bring it into the house.

My son sighs and replies, “Fine”.

- At least you could have let me finish. Now I'm going to have blue balls.

- You deserve it – I answered and turned my back to leave – by the way, I came to tell you that Angel is coming back home.

- Who? - my son asked me, showing on his face that he didn't know who I was talking about. There are days when I feel surrounded by idiots.

- Angel. Your childhood friend. Brady's son. – I told him without the slightest patience, while I watched the girl run past me, thank God, dressed, and make a small bow saying “Luna”.

My son sits up, scratching his head.

- That Angel. I thought he was going to stay in England. Is he not a member of the River Ash Pack?

- No – I answered him, wanting to hit you – he was only there for a while. Now he's coming back home. He's going to be your beta, so be nice. He was your friend before you had your cerebral diarrhea.

My son rolled his eyes at me, and I growled.

- For a while? Twelve years is not "a while".

I look at my son through narrowed eyes, and he raises his hands in surrender, chuckling.

- we will have a welcome party for Angel. I hope you apologize to him and resume the friendship you had with him.

- But mom, do you think Angel will remember things that happened over twelve years years ago? Apologized for what? We were children, and now we are adults.

I rolled my eyes at him, and turned my back to him.

Pups.