Catherine's POV: Breakfast was waiting by the time I arrived and kids were already done with their meals. Michael had just started eating and their personal maid carted them out of the room, leaving us both to eat together. Heaving a sigh, I picked my fork and tried not to be aware of the fact that he was seated directly close to me. The only sounds that were heard minutes later were our forks hitting our plates and gulping sounds from drinking water and Juices. “Catherine." I snapped my head up to look at Michael. He was staring at me now, one hand resting on the other. "Yes?" "About last night..." My chest squeezed. He was mentioning it again and I wasn't sure I could take it so I decided to speak. "I don't think I would love to talk about it. You said what you said last night and I totally understand. I can't fault you for not reciprocating my feelings." He raised his brows in askance. "Is that what you think? That I don't reciprocate your feelings.
Alpha Michael's POV: The elders had called for a meeting before I could leave for the safe house. According to Trenton, a lot needed to be talked about in regards to the kids and Catherine and for the first time, I wondered if it was so hard for those men to shut the fuck up and actually mind their businesses. Well, they weren't to be blamed, honestly. They were looking out for the Pack. But didn't they have other important things to worry about? Trenton tailed behind me as we walked into the courtroom. The aisle flanked seven elders on each side, all looking displeased and as soon as I took my seat, one of the men stood to his feet. "Your majesty, thank you for honoring our invitation." "Like I have an option." I started nonchalantly. "So why have I been summoned?" He cleared his throat. "In regards to the issue with your divorced Luna, it has a lot of people talking." "And how does that in any way concern me?" "We have been talking about this for a l
Alpha Michael's POV: When she stopped by the shop where she usually gets dinner, I swerved into the parking lot and walked into the restaurant, swinging the door open and going straight ahead to where she stood. She was smiling at one of the male clerks who was blushing. His ears had turned red and from the looks of it, I knew he fancied her. Of course Jennifer was an extremely beautiful woman. But how could he know how evil she was? It was practically impossible to see it through that smile she gave him. I stood by her and nodded at the boy who turned to look at me. I didn't miss the intimidation that crawled into his body. Fucking humans. I laughed to myself. Jennifer must have noticed how he was staring at me before she turned to look at me. Surprise creeped into her eyes and she moved slightly away from me. Fear creeped into her eyes and I latched onto it, knowing she was afraid too. Maybe she was hiding something after all. "Surprised to see me?" I asked
Alpha Michael's POV: Jennifer blinked a few times then she burst into a loud laughter before letting her chopsticks drop. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you out of your mind? You definitely took something, didn't you?" "No, Jennifer. I am perfectly fine. If you're going to tell me the truth, I promise to let you go Scott free. Just tell me the fucking truth." I quickly sent a text to my beta, asking him to send two men over. He replied that they were already on their way here. Pushing her food back, she stood to her feet. "Do you know the first time I met her, I was shocked that you brought her back. I thought you were going to discard her after everything. But you chose her again and now, you think I'm the one with the divorce papers?" "Yes, I think it's you. I am honestly not here to have issues with you. Just tell me where the fuck they are." "I am not with it. But if you want to search around my house, who am I to stop you, huh?" Pushing to my f
Catherine's POV: Last night, after the kids had been put to bed, I sat at the terrace, staring at the stars but not really seeing a thing. I was feeling rather bleak and honestly, I wished there was a way to put an end to it. Realizing that there was none, I decided that reading a book would do the job. So I sat there, trying hard to hold back my tears as I leafed through pages without even reading a thing. I had felt a presence behind me while I was crying but I ignored it, knowing fully well that I was just wishing Michael was there to listen to me. The next morning, I woke up to the kids jumping around in my bed. Cracking one eye open, I caught sight of Jason pushing his train up and down the window sill. I heard something clatter on my vanity table and turned to see Julia holding a lipstick and rubbing it around her lip. Frowning slightly, I stayed in bed and watched her gently return it to its place and like she knew I was watching her, she turned to look a
Catherine's POV: "Mummy! I want chocolates!" Julia cried right after Michael left to process our order. Sighing, I shut the menu book in my hand. "You heard what he said. He can only get you cookies and hot chocolate. They're all made out of pure chocolate, honey." She shook her head. "That's not true. I want to chew candies!" "Julia, Dad isn't going to get us chocolates on our way back if you keep whining. He said we're going to get all of that on our way home in case you have forgotten." Leaning back into her seat, she poured sulkily and when Michael returned, he had a small smile on his face. Drumming his hand on the table, he made his announcement, telling us all that our breakfast would be ready in twenty minutes. "Chocolate?" Julia asked. Michael sighed and I could tell that he was tired of her making the same request so much. "I already said we're going to get it along with dessert on our way back home. You can't have chocolates until you've had s
Catherine's POV: My fists clenched and unclenched as I watched Michael walk towards her in quick steps. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and pushed her against her car, his hand pinned around her waist. I cocked my head to the side, wondering if I was taking things overboard by actually being affected by the fact that he was holding her so closely. "Mum, why is dad standing with that lady from yesterday?" Julia asked as she poked her head out of the window. I turned to her and smiled. "She's been causing so many problems lately. So he's warning her to stay away from us." Jason grimaced as he came up behind Julia. "I don't like her, mum. She's mean." "Yes," Julia agreed. "She glared at you the last time she was here and Dad did nothing about it." "You called him Dad again!" Jason laughed, pointing at her. Julia glared at him and faced me again. We watched as they spoke and I tried to hear what they were saying but the wind kept carrying their voices in t
Catherine's POV: As soon as we got home, the kids decided that they wanted to watch a few more movies so they rushed off to the TV room with Michael tailing behind them. As for me, I decided to make dinner special tonight, as we had a really good day today. A smile crawled up my lips when I thought about how Michael had warned Jennifer never to have us followed again. It felt creepy that anyone would do that. She cheated on Michael with his brother so why the hell was she having him followed? One thing I hated about certain people was the fact that they barely ever left people they once dated in the past even if they were the shitty ones and at fault. Walking into the kitchen, I smiled at the few maids who were cleaning the kitchen up and getting ready to make lunch. Of course, we had spent so much time out of the house before returning back home and it was almost three o'clock. That meant there was a likelihood of us having dinner instead. Tiffany p