Chapter Twenty Three : World Unknown

Daisy’s POV

I’ve always wanted a life where no one controls me or watches every move I make. But the world I live in now isn’t the life I ever wished for.

I'm just so unlucky with things, most times I do think maybe I'm confused, but definitely it seems so.

It all started when Rosa and Lycan kidnapped my kids. The fear that gripped me back then—it was unbearable. It felt like the world around me was spinning out of control.

Deep down, I know Dickson already realizes those kids are his. He’s just pretending not to. I told him to stay away from them completely.

But he still protected them. Even though he acts like a coward sometimes, he saved me during the fire. And when our kids were kidnapped, he was there. He showed how much they meant to him.

But I don’t want him to change them. I don’t want him to fill their hearts with pack ways or his kind of thinking. I don’t want my kids to become like him.

After thinking for a long while, I got up from the bed. I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a warm bath. The snow outside was falling hard. Everything was freezing.

Once I was done, I went to check on my kids. They were still sleeping peacefully. I smiled. I had to make breakfast before they woke up. My kids have been strong for me. I must take care of them properly.

I headed to the kitchen. First, I cleaned the coffee machine really well before starting the brew. Drinking coffee every morning has been my little helper, especially during stressful times.

When the coffee was ready, I took a small sip.

“Mmm,” I sighed. “Exactly what I needed.”

After that, I started preparing their favorite food—omelette and chicken. It didn’t take long. I added all their favorite ingredients. When everything was set on the table, I smiled proudly.

Just as I was about to wake them, I heard tiny footsteps.

“Good morning, Mum,” one of them said, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning, my darling,” I replied, smiling. “Did you sleep well, my kings and princess?”

“Yes, Mummy, we did,” they said together.

“That’s so great to hear, my angels.”

“Thanks, Mum! You’re the best!” They all came and hugged me tightly.

“We smelled the food from our room,” one of them giggled. “That’s what woke us up. The aroma was just too much!”

“Oh really?” I laughed. “So my food has superpowers now?”

“Yes, Mum! It’s magical! Nothing tastes better than your food.”

“Aww,” I said, truly touched. “I promise to always protect you from anything bad.”

Then suddenly, two of them looked at me seriously.

“Mum,” they asked together, “who was that man we saw with you during the fire? The one who brought you home?”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” I replied firmly. “He’s just a friend. Nothing more. No attachments. Just a friend. Understand?”

“But Mum,” one said softly, “whenever I see him, I feel something… like my blood recognizes him.”

“Hey!” I said sharply. “Always listen when Mummy says something. Don’t go on asking more.”

They stood still, eyes wide.

“Mummy is always right,” I continued. “You must listen to every instruction I give from now on. Or else, there’ll be punishment.”

“Understood?” I said.

“Yes, Mummy,” they all replied together.

After they ate the omelette and chicken, they came to hug me again. Their little arms around me made me feel so warm inside.

“I’m lucky to have you,” I whispered. “So, so lucky.”

They’ve always been my strength—during the good days and the tough ones. I don’t know what I would do without them.

After breakfast, I collected their plates and washed them all properly. I didn’t want to leave anything dirty. Everything had to be in order.

“Mummy,” one of them said. “What should we do next? We want to help you clean the kitchen and the living room.”

“Yes, my sweethearts. Mummy could use some help. But are you sure it’s not too much for you?”

“No, Mummy!” they all said. “You do so much for us. It’s time we help too.”

“You’re the best,” I smiled. “Okay, help me clean the living room. I’ll handle the bathroom. Make sure the living room is neat and sparkling. No dirt anywhere. Got it?”

“Yes, Mummy!”

I went to the bathroom and scrubbed everything. From top to bottom. I didn’t stop until it was spotless. I arranged everything neatly.

Then, I played one of my favorite songs—a country track recently released by a singer in our pack. That album always gives me strength.

“Mummy, we’re done!” my youngest shouted, running in to hug me.

“Well done, sweetheart,” I said, hugging back. “And well done, everyone!”

“You all worked so hard together. Because of that, I’m giving you a special treat.”

“Yay!” they all shouted. “Who’s happy?”

“Me, Mum!” they answered, bouncing with joy.

Their happiness filled me up. Seeing their smiles was all I needed.

So I took them out to Tom’s—the best restaurant in town. I ordered them pizza and ice cream, something they hadn’t had in a while.

Today would be a memory they’d never forget.

“My kids are my joy,” I whispered to myself. “My kids are my life. They’re my everything. And I’ll never stop protecting them.”

I’m their mother—fearless, strong, and I will never give up on them.