chapter 30

Beau

“Mates?” she asked.

“My mother and father were fated mates, sounds a lot like what you say the witches had in the beginning. They were the first fated mates to our pack in 50 years. Wyatt’s parents were a chosen couple, as wolves, when those kinds of bonds are made in love, losing the other half is a death sentence. Even though his mom was never made a wolf she passed from a broken heart,” I admitted.

“Where are their mothers?” I shook my head and sighed.

“They couldn’t hack red werewolf kids. We had a 4, 2, and 6-month-old at 15 and 17. Wyatt gave up everything and even made me finish school while he battled the courts to get the boys for us legally. Not to mention dealing with the Beast he inherited without any guidance.”

She let a tear fall. “So they have been yours since then and nobody else has helped you?” She asked.

“Yes,” I answered simply. She got very quiet before she spoke again.

“All I ever wanted when I was little was for my mother to want or approve of me. She