Chapter 8 Raising Troublemakers.

Dexter's Pov

Words cannot express how confused I feel as I stare at my Beta.

I'm not even sure how I should scold him for being deceived by children, especially one claiming to be mine.

At first, it sounded like a dream but realising how frustrated I am, I can hardly call this a dream.

"How's that even possible? You let two kids tell you who they are?" I yell in his face as the anger welling up inside me finally explodes.

"No Alpha," George tells me with a completely lost smile.

I'm not even sure why I have him around me when he's making me feel like I'm a laughing stock.

"Well, then what is it?"

"To be honest Alpha, I didn't want to believe them before but you see…"

Ah, there it is again, George's unbeatable record for keeping someone waiting.

It's beginning to irritate me seeing how cat's got his tongue, if he was unwilling to say anything then I'm more than willing to help.

"Out with it dammit!"

"They look like you Dex!" for a second I pause and take a step back.

It is the first time George has ever called me by my name and also the first time he's yelled so loudly.

I can tell he's certain he didn't see a ghost and that bothers me greatly, "What?!"

"Yes," he says with a sigh right after telling me, "they do look like you, so I was wondering if they could be your kids."

I'm stricken with a great puzzle to put together, and all my thoughts narrow down to one person who could be the one behind all of this charade.

"Hmm… find out who their mother is?" I ask George quickly.

"Already did that while I was on my way to see you," with George's word, I noticed the document in his hands, one he's been holding the whole time and I failed to notice.

"Here's the information you wanted, it seems those boys may be right, if that's the case then she didn't give birth in the city," he reports while I scan through the papers.

Everything he's said up till now turns out to be true, and I quickly rush over to the table where the previous document lies and compare them.

The more I realise the more annoyed I get causing me to squeeze on hard at the papers in my hand.

"Makes me wonder who could have helped her especially when I made sure to have her image all over the country," I ask aloud.

"Well from what I found out, she got a new job thanks to an anonymous source, and she's been with this person until even after her delivery, and this person also seems to be the owner of the law firm she works at," George answers from behind me.

I stopped reading the papers, my brain trying to comprehend what I had just heard, "she was living with another man?" I found myself muttering but for some reasons reason to was fathomed.

How could she?

"To think she would trust a stranger to the father of her pups," I say to George and then laugh.

I catch a quick photo of the boys and I'm stricken by the resemblance. They're a carbon copy. But how did they know I was their father?

How did they get here?

I have so many questions in mind to ask them and quickly head outside, wanting to see my boys for myself.

They look so small, innocent and naive.

"Are you going to take them from their mother?"George's words throw me off balance and I halt in my tracks.

That's right, what am I going to do?

After giving it some feel thoughts. I finally gave up the idea of meeting them and retired back to the balcony.

"No, let them be, the last thing I'd want is for them to hate me now because I separated them from their mother. I think it's time I meet with their mother, get me her location."

***

Eliza's Pov.

"Yes… who am I on to?" A call confining my identity came in just a few seconds ago.

It's from a woman, moreover, she speaks like a receptionist.

Listening attentively as I hear her mention who she is and where she's calling from, the sudden mention of a name has me springing up from my seat.

"What? My… my puppies?" Knowing no one in the firm knows I have kids, the only thing I could think about was another code name for my boys.

Puppies in this case work perfectly well for me.

"I'll be right there," with speed, I take an excuse from work and hurry to find my kids.

How? How did they find that place?

And why did it have to be that place of all places?

I just wanted to be patient and wait for Dexter to leave but now this happens.

"To think that man would come back to haunt me even after so many years," I cry, clicking my tongue as I rev up my engine. Please be safe.

Throughout the ride, I find myself constantly anxious as I fear the worst and after fifteen minutes I reach the corp and find my boys sitting at the waiting lounge looking so disappointed that it hurts my heart.

"Boys!" I call out to them and watch as their face brightens. "What are you doing here?" I ask as I finally home them in my arms.

"Mama, there was a cool ice cream truck outside, then when we went down to get some the truck drove away and Ash and I wanted some ice cream so we followed it," Ash quickly answers.

"Oh you little rascals, I thought something bad happened to you boys," hearing Ash's words makes me feel so relieved that I cuddle the both of them even more. My eyes scan the area in search of their father.

"No Mama, we're strong," Neo says, demonstrating his tiny strength.

"Yes, you are, now let's go," without wasting time I carry them out of the office with cold sweat.

It's been one week since that incident, just to be safe I've taken desperate measures and stopped them from attending school for one whole week. I also do not go to work as I take one of my vacation leave with them.

Finally, one week has p*ssed and I'm forced to let them go and drive off to their school to send them off.

"Mama why did we skip school," Neo asks as I hand over his Lunchbox.

I'm speechless as I was not expecting such a question from either of them and to think Neo asks this rather than Ash.

Lowering my back I smile brightly at them and say the grandest lie I could think of, "Because you boys were grounded for leaving the house without telling your babysitter, now be good in school, I'll come to pick you right up after work okay?"

"Kay!" They answer with enthusiasm and run off to school.

I breathe a sigh of relief and head off to work, today feels draining already.

"Oof!" My coworker yells as she spills Coffee on my dress because she wasn't looking where she was going during the break.

This is one of the many reasons I dislike people texting and eating at the same time.

"I'm so sorry," she says as she dabs my dress in tissue.

"No, it's not your fault, today's just messed up," I tell her from a first-hand experience.

Still, feeling wrong, she insists on drying me when my phone rings.

Hmm, this is Ask and Neo's school.

Quickly I rush to answer and hear the homeroom teacher speak, "he11o, Miss Eliza."

"Yes?"

"Can you please come over to the daycare, there's a bit of an emergency?" She says with a nervous voice.

"Did something happen to my boys?"

"Not really, but Ash did get into a fight at school, and we need your *ssistance, so we'd love it if you can come over," she tells me.

Ha!

I just dropped them off and they're already in trouble.

"I'm on my way," I promise and for the third time in a roll rush out of the office when I remember my messed up dress, "sh*t, I'll just buy a shirt on my way."