Oliver and I fall asleep on the same bed. My alarm wakes up the both of us bright and early. Oliver lets out a frustrated groan at the sound. He tightens the hold he has on my waist and nuzzles deeper into my neck."Oliver, we have to get up." I say groggily, my eyes still closed."I don't want to." He places a peck on my neck."You have work, and so do I," I reason with him."We can skip if we like," he counters, and I laugh."The kids have school," I say."They can also skip," he dismisses, and I laugh before playfully slapping his shoulder."They can't skip school; that's a bad thing." I tell him."We skipped school all the time; now look at us." He says it cheekily, and I turn around to face him."So, you want to play cool parent?" I tease."I've always been the cool one." He answers smugly, showing off his dimple."No, you haven't!" I counter."I'm the one that gets them ice cream and wears cool jackets. You can't compete with that." I break into a laugh, and so does he."Good mo
I compose myself and arrange my gown before leaving the restroom and going back into the cafe to finish my lunch.I just can't believe Harry. Who the hell does he think he is? How did he even get my number? How did he even know that I was a doctor?Has he been keeping tabs on me all these years?Does he know about the triplets?No, he cannot. If he did, that would've been the first topic he would've talked about. Heck, it wouldn't even be on the phone if he knew. He would've marched me straight down to the pack and forced me to confess.Under no circumstances am I letting Harry back into my life. Things are finally going amazing for me, and I will not allow him to ruin it.I return to work, and I block out all thoughts of Harry. When I get back home, the kids are already there, courtesy of our nice babysitter.I thank her and give her a little something before she takes her leave.I sit on the couch, and the triplets take up the spaces around me."How was school today?" I ask them, an
"Lilah, just wear the black shoes. We're going to be late!" Dylan yells at his sister, and she glares daggers his way."I can't just wear the black shoes!" She protests.Oh, my little fashionista. I left her alone to choose her own dress for the family dinner that we're going to attend at Oliver's house. She decided to be a diva and wear fancy clothes. Now, she can't decide on a shoe to go with her gown."Lilah, I've had just about enough. Put on the black shoes and get your butt into the car." I tell her in a strict voice, placing my hands on my hips."But, mom...""Don't let me repeat myself." I cut off her whining, and she puts on the black shoes.I let out a sigh of relief as I usher the kids into the car and start the short drive to Oliver's house.Over the past few weeks, we've been spending less and less time together because of his work and mine while juggling with the kids.Today is our only off night, and we decided to have dinner together. I would've called up the babysitte
"Ah, my head," I groan out loud as my eyes flutter.Once they finally open, I take in the environment. It doesn't take me a second to recognize where I am.The Blood Moon's Pack DungeonHow did I get here? I need to remember what happened.I was with Oliver; he wanted to take a bath. I heard something outside, and I went to check. A wolf! But before I could do anything, I didn't know.Did I faint? Did someone hurt me? I can't remember that particular detail.I stand up from the hard, cold ground and press my fingers against my temples. I let out a harsh breath, and a wave of headache and worry stabbed me.I am back at the Blood Moon Pack with my worst nightmare and the kids! They're going to wake up, and they're not going to find me. And Oliver...Why is this happening to me? I can bet that it's all Harry. This is all his doing. He must've been the one who kidnapped me and brought me here.But why? And how? Wait a second!His father! He had wanted me to come and help his father. Per
What?Harry growls, and I scoot back deep into my cell."What is wrong with you?" I asked him out of sheer curiosity."No, I'm not. Lauren is!" I spit it out, and I see his features change as he walks away.I don't know what to say.Why is Harry like this? He looks so different than the last time I saw him. He's so regal now, with sharp features everywhere.I sink to the ground, trying to find comfort of any kind. I can't live like this again. I escaped once, and I'll do it again.This cannot be my life. Being at Harry's beck and call. I don't know when a stray escapes from my eye. I try to sniffle and push it back in, but inside, more tears cascade from my eyes.I don't know how long I stay in the cell until I hear a clink sound and the door opens. I'm up on my feet in seconds. The guards beside the door are new now."You're letting me out?" My voice croaks in confusion as I speak, but the two wolves don't even spare me a glance as one of them grips my forearm tightly and starts to d
This cannot be happening to me. I cannot be Harry's replacement. I stand up from the tub in a split second, spilling water on the floor as I do.I'm quick to drape myself with a towel and go back to the room. My brain is all over the place, and I can't think straight. I hear Sandra follow me closely; she stands right across me from the bed."What's wrong?" She asks in a concerned tone.Really? Did she just ask me that question?"Everything. Everything is wrong. Your Alpha," I spit out the word in disgust, "took me away from my home. No, he kidnapped me. Then he brought me here against my free will and is now forcing me to help him.""Not only that, he sees me and then magically claims I'm his mate. Everything is wrong. Everything is terribly wrong." I rant like a crazy person.She just stares at me. I know she can't relate. In her mind, she might think this is a good thing. Being the second chance mate to an alpha is a big thing, but not to me.I already have a family, a man that I lo
"You can return to your quarters now." He tells me, and I frown."Tomorrow, I'll take you to meet my father, so you can't see his state for yourself." Harry adds, and I grind my teeth."Whatever," I tell him as I turn around and start to make my way back to the pack.I feel him close behind me, and it annoys the hell out of me, so I quickly snap back around to face him in fury and say, "Stop following me!"He scoffs, "You just tried to escape. I'm only taking necessary precautionary measures." He raises his hand in surrender, and I frown."We just made a deal; I won't try to escape. Yet.”He raises a questioning brow at me, and I scoff, turning back to my front to continue walking. Thankfully, Harry doesn't speak a word to me until we get back to the courtyards."These people know who you are to me, so you'll have to behave yourself." He whispers by my side, and a scowl settles on my features as I stop in my tracks and turn back to face him."Who am I to you?" I repeat, in disgust."M
Harry's father isn't kept in his room like I thought he would be. Instead, we walk down to the dungeons and I start to wonder why Harry would keep his father there.But its unlike any other dungeon, it's deep and it doesn't have gates. Instead, it's an iron door with four guards in front of it.Harry dismisses the guards, and he opens the door. I watch him as he does so. Once the door is opened, Harry is the first to step in, and I follow suit.The room is so chilly and dry. It's decorated like a normal room. And there's this pungent smell, but I can't quite pinpoint what it is.I hear Harry's father wheeze and cough, but I don't stare at him yet for fear that I might not like what I see at all."Father!" Harry says, and Sir Smith's wheezing gets harsher."Harry..." The man croaks, and a sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach."I've found help. She'll help you." Harry uses a tone unlike any other that I've heard him use before. So sincere and desperate."Really?" Sir Smith s