Well the cat is out of the bag. I'm not sure how they thought they'd never get found out.
While I can’t believe Gunnar and Henrik kept this from me, I can forgive them, given their upbringing and where they are from. I don’t want this to sound offensive or like I’m saying all Americans are like that, but Opera and Ballet are often considered unmanly by American standards. Not that other countries don’t have a similar mindset. However, these aren’t talents we’d look down upon here, especially in my family. “I don’t know your mother, so I’m only speaking as one myself. She likely wanted to ensure your individuality, especially in a sea of many children. I’m not dismissing your feelings on it.” Mama sighed. “She shouldn’t have made you feel you had to perform for anyone. However, no one should feel ashamed of their talents and expressing them.” I frowned, giving Henrik and Gunnar’s thighs a squeeze. “You won’t find that kind of discouraging attitude in our family,” Regina gestures around. “You’re seated at a table with three singers. Zio Alec is a big supporter of the arts,
I knew the Petridis family learning about our talents would come out eventually. Just as I knew Henrik’s would instantly be accepted as Zoe and her parents are singers. There hadn’t been many occasions for me to show off my skills unless you count strip teases for Zoe or that happy dance the day after the family dinner when that hag Ersilia lost her head. Now that the bitch is dead, I was looking forward to things getting to a new normal. No more long days trying to track her down. The hunters, fuck it’s weird that hunters were on our side, were able to explain how Ersilia stayed hidden from being scented or magically tracked. Angels! Mother fucking ANGELS! I’d never seen one till I got a look at Bert. He was the only angel the hunters left alive for questioning. I don’t know if all angels smell the same, but Castor and I committed the scent to memory. I don’t understand why the angels were working with Ersilia and won’t till the hunters get Bert to crack, but if they were involved i
Watching Gunnar and Henrik interact with their nephews and nieces, despite the long separation, was a heartwarming sight. I had always known they were good with children, having witnessed their interactions with the heirs at Ironfur and here. But seeing them in this familial setting, I was certain they would be exceptional fathers. We had discussed the possibility of having children, but it was a different feeling to think about it as a near-future reality. I tried to hide my relief when they confessed they both hoped to be dads sooner rather than later. I managed to stop myself from touching my belly. I’d already been doing my best not to think about the positive pregnancy test I took this morning. Kat had been nagging me for a few days to take one and showed up in my office this morning when I was doing some last-minute work and had me take it. I haven’t been able to tell Gunnar and Henrik yet. I figured I’d wait till we got through to their family’s arrival. I wanted them to know
I knew Dad would say or do something to make Zoe angry. It was inevitable. Plus, I think she’s been itching to stone him since she first heard about his lack of involvement in our upbringing. So, it was never an if but a when that she’d stone him. While Lorna’s nephew's arrival with them was unexpected, there was no reason for his behavior. I don’t know what circumstances brought Maverick to Finn and Lorna’s doorstep, but there wasn’t a need to act like he was in danger here. It was disrespectful as fuck. It’s like he thought Nebrodi, Madonie, or Incubi would want to hurt the little kid. That was unacceptable, and he’s damn lucky Zoe was the only ranked member of the packs here. Dad and I may not see eye-to-eye on many things, but I don’t want to see him dead. And I’m about ninety percent sure that dead or at least hospitalized is what he’d be if he had pulled this shit and it was any of the D’Amores present. He should know better. Thankfully, we weren’t riding in the same car as Da
Leave it to our dad to open his mouth and insert his foot so deep his toes are coming out of his ass. Are our suits our style? No. Are they something we’d pick for ourselves? No. Are they possibly just a bit too much? Maybe. Have we made a complaint about them beyond the fit? Hell fucking no. It doesn’t matter that André designed these suits to pair with Zoe’s gown. Knowing the designer is someone I don’t want to cross helps, but that’s not the point. We are in Nebrodi, and this is how things are done. Our suits are aligned with the styles of all the other ranked males. Dad should know better than to mock the customs of a foreign pack. He’s the one who told us always to be respectful while visiting another pack, as you never know who you could offend. And he’s just offended the wrong people. I wanted to see how he’d escape this if he could. The D’Amore family has yet to show they are the easily placated type. Even if he could somehow get out of trouble with some apologies and com
There are a million ways tonight could have gone. Many things could have gone wrong, from meeting the extended Kilbourn family to telling Gunnar and Henrik about the pregnancy and their ceremony. At the airport, it went bad because Alfred was an asshole who needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. If Finn hadn’t gotten involved back at the packhouse, Alfred would have learned the hard way that there are worse things that can happen than being turned to stone. I’ll admit I was looking forward to seeing André, Zio Alec, or Mama put Alfred in his place. Sure, it was probably for the best that Finn did so. It still would’ve been far more entertaining if it was one of my family members. Alfred thought there was danger here when they landed, misguided fool. Any threat in Sicily would never be directed at the boy but at him for his stupidity. So, it would’ve been nice for him to learn that lesson. I thought that would be the end of it. Finn had commanded him not to speak unless in praise. Pr
Mama and Papa, of course, had already had their turn. Regina eagerly hugged us, happy that our children would be close in age. Ivan smiled and nodded with a firm handshake to Gunnar and Henrik. Next was my brother and Delilah. This was our first time in the same place with everything going on. Alexander hugged me and offered Gunnar his hand. “I haven’t formally introduced myself. Welcome to the family. I’m Alexander, and if you ever hurt or piss my sister off, I won’t provide medical assistance.” Alexander delivered his greeting with his serious face, confusing my mates as they shook his hand. “Are you fucking with us?” Gunnar asked. “Cause either way, if we piss Zoe off, we know the consequences, a stone timeout.” Henrik laughed. Delilah rolled her eyes and hugged me tightly, or as tight as someone with a belly as big as hers could. “I’m so happy for you, Zoe. You’ve found your mates, and now we all get to be truly family.” “Oh please, even if you were never my brother’s mate, we
It’s been seven months since our beta ceremony. We’d been doing all the tasks Kat assigned us leading up to our ceremony. It was her way of easing us into our roles. However, all bets were off after the ceremony. Kat piled more and more work on us. Thankfully, there were two of us, so we could handle it. I couldn’t be mad that she was giving us more work. It meant she trusted us, plus it took work off her plate as she closed in on her due date. By the time Kat had her surprise twins, we had taken a lot of duties off Kat’s plate. With Zoe and the other ranked members, we ensured the memorial festivities went off without a hitch. Of course, people asked where their Alpha and Luna were, and the pack was thrilled when Zoe addressed their absence in a speech announcing the birth of the twins. A month after Sal and Carletta were born, we moved into the five-bedroom, seven thousand-three hundred ninety-five square foot villa. We agreed to honor the Fayte family, so we didn’t want to make ma