LOGIN~ZAYDEN
My phone rang again, and this time, I did not look at the caller ID before I picked the call and slammed the phone to my ear.“What?!” I barked, too angry about the information about Dahlia to give a shit.My assistant cleared his throat before he spoke.“My apologies for disturbing you, sir. It's just that I have further news about your wife,” he stated.At his words, I sat up immediately, curiousity slamming into me like a boulder.“Out with it, Leo,” I snapped.“It seems that she has been in contact with a foreign person since she arrived here, sir. There is a long history of calls to the same number, and it has been going on for about a year now,” he explained.Unable to sit still, I stood up and yanked the tie of my neck. My jaw gritted so hard, but I forced myself to speak.“Did you find out who the number belongs to?” I asked in a strained voice.Leo didn't hesitate beforSEX SCENE. ~DAHLIAI closed my eyes as I kissed him, and my heart thumped loudly in my chest.Thump. Thump thump. The sound drowned all other sounds.At first, Zayden didn't kiss me back. He froze beneath my touch, and when I realised how still he was, embarrassment flooded my blood, slithered through my veins. I was about to pull away when he grabbed my neck and pulled me closer, kissing my sadness away.The deeper the kiss got, the louder my wolf purred. Arousal slammed into me like a wave, and I gasped as wetness pooled between my legs. I leaned forward to climb Zayden, and my legs went around his waist as I deepened the kiss. My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, and I was about to start undressing him when he pulled away. "Are you sure about this, Dahlia?" he asked, his voice coarse with desire. He was as horny as I was, I could see it in his eyes. So why the hell was
~DAHLIAThe ceremony was going to be held tonight.A great deal of fear and anxiousness has weighed on me ever since I woke up, and as the day went by, as I watched the maids scurry around in an attempt to make some last moments arrangement, my chest got tighter. I was finding it hard to breathe. Tonight, my precious little babies would be announced to the entire pack. All the members, every single person would see them, and recognise their little faces. The thought of my kids being out there, before everyone, getting recognised and marked as the heirs to the clan made me feel queasy. Uneasiness roiled through my belly. I had always wanted to live a low-key life with my babies, especially considering that they were still very young. But it was as though the moon goddess had ordained a different life for them. In a few hours, everyone would see them. Recognise their faces. Cheers for them.But are those chee
~ZAYDEN"Mummy, are we going to our new house?" Ava asked, her tiny voice floating into my ears right from the back seat of the car. "Yes, honey. We are," Dahlia responded. I glanced at the rearview mirror, but Dahlia wasn't looking at me. She was staring at her kids. And her son — our son — was not exactly pleased by everything that was going on.He folded his arms and looked out of the window, a pout on his lips. Dahlia sighed and reached out to pat him on his shoulder. "Axel, love. Look at mummy," she said softly. Axel shrugged off her hold. "I don't want to.""Why?" she asked, her voice never losing the soft quality she always used whenever she spoke to her children.Axel turned tear rimmed eyes to his mother. "I like our house. I don't want to leave," he whined. "Come here, my love," Dahlia said, and the boy scooted over to where she was seated. She placed him on her knees and started to stok
~DAHLIAGrandfather looked up from his meal at Zayden's entrance. "Zayden. Good, you're on time. You and Dahlia need to talk. I'll give you space," my adoptive grandfather stated firmly, and made me stand up. I instantly stood up and rushed over to him. "Please, don't stand up. You don't need to leave the room for us, grandfather. We'll leave," I stated, my voice filled with concern. He was so small, so fragile, and I didn't want him to make the effort of walking all the way back to his room, especially when he was still eating. My grandfather sighed as he sat back down. "These days, I keep thinking about the past. When I was young and strong. Now I can't move without help," he said, and there was a pang of bitterness in his words. "Grandfather..." I started to say, but he just waved my words away. "Go on. You guys have a lot to talk about. Don't let me waste your time."His voice was resolute, and I knew
~ DAHLIA“Do you think I was a bad grandfather?" my adoptive grandfather asked, and the question was so sudden, so unexpected that I whipped my head away from my food to stare at him. I shook my head fiercely. “No. Absolutely not. You were, and you still are, a great grandfather. You raised me, and even though I might have made some mistakes along the way, I still turned out good. So please, whatever it was that brought about that question, I need you to get rid of it immediately.”He looked up from his meal to smile at me, and I felt a flush of warmth at the smile. Then he reached out to squeeze my hand across the table, and I smiled back at him.“I am proud of the woman that you are, Dahlia but this is not about you. This is about Zayden. I am afraid that I might have made a mistake in raising him,” he stated, and his voice was so forlorn, so unexpectedly sad, that the warmth in my chest died a swift death and got replaced with sorrow.
~ZAYDENI ran a hand through my hair as I watched Dahlia leave. My entire body was burning with curiosity, and I desperately wanted to know what she discussed with grandfather that took this long. But knowing Dahlia, following and pressing her for the details was not going to yield any result. So I decided to go to my grandfather instead. He was already waiting for me. I closed the door to his study behind me, and steeled myself for his reproach as I took my seat. "I'm sorry," I stated immediately, wanting to set the right tone for the conversation we were about to have.Even if my grandfather was not aware about the extent of what happened between me and Dahlia, I knew that I was majorly at fault.My grandfather said nothing though. He only held my gaze and stared at me for a long time. The silence became tense, then it turned awkward. My heart raced beneath my chest as I waited for him to speak.







