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GALLAHAN’S POV I accepted Willa’s offer. After all, beggars couldn’t be choosers. I also saw the rationale behind the condition Willa had firmly set. I didn’t know the twins that well enough yet, and I didn’t have much experience with children in general. The decision, however, was soon met with watery eyes and quivering bottom lips. Both Gillian and Calisto, who had already fully recovered, didn’t take the news well. “But you said you were going to stay,” Gillian argued, gripping her spoon so tightly that her hand trembled. “You promised.” “You did,” Calisto chimed in from where he sat on the chair next to Gillian, his bowls of fruits and yogurt stood forgotten on the dining table. “We heard everything, Daddy. We were sleeping, but we heard you, and you promised. We know you did.” “Yes, yes,” I said placatingly. “But-” “No. You promised,” Gillian insisted, sounding completely indignant. “Y-you… You promised.” Then the first tear rolled down, followed by another and

GALLAHAN’S POV“Good morning!” I chirped happily as I sauntered inside the sitting room Zuleika, Maliya and I loved in the castle.It was spacious, yet nothing too grand. The interior was decked in clean cool tones that radiated calmness and coziness of equal proportions. A large wooden book-filled shelf occupied the entire east wall, standing mighty and imposing. But the best part of the room was the large and ridiculously wide oriel window with a cushioned seat installed.Needless to say, it was one of the perfect spots to lounge and laze in the castle.“Hello, Mal. Hello, Zee,” I greeted again, exuberance radiating from my tone.“It’s too early to be this happy, Gallahan,” Maliya grumbled from where she was lazily sprawled on the velvet chaise lounge. “Perhaps tone it down a little? If you could be so kind…”“I’m sorry, but it is such a particularly good day today,” I said as I picked up a puff pastry from the plate on the tea trolley.Zuleika squinted her eyes at me in suspicion,

WILLA’S POV“Mommy, when is Daddy going to come and visit us? It’s been forever,” Calisto whined, laying himself across my abdomen, making us form a crooked cross on my bed, which the twins had decided should retain its needlessly enormous size.“It’s only been two weeks,” I said, reaching down to pat Calisto’s stomach in comfort.“It’s been forever,” he insisted. “Why does he have to leave anyway? He’s our dad! He’s ours.”“Yes,” I said slowly, trying to get him off of me as gently as I could. He obligingly budged, wiggling and sliding off my stomach until only his head remained perched on it. “But he is not just your Daddy. He’s also the Alpha King’s son, and he’s-”“Wait! Really?!” Calisto exclaimed excitedly, jumping up into a sitting position. “Daddy’s the Alpha King’s son?! Does that mean the Alpha King is our Grandpa?”“We can’t call him Grandpa, Cal.” Gillian chimed in from where she was lying on her back on the floor—a penchant that stubbornly remained unchanged no matter my

WILLA’S POVMy hope continued to dwindle with each passing day that the twins refused to talk to each other. The day after the big fight, Calisto, who wouldn’t dare meet my gaze, requested to go to the Alfiero Manor to spend time with my parents.I allowed him to, thinking that maybe it was what he needed. A space to breathe. An environment where he wasn’t all cooped up.Gillian, on the other hand, stayed with me. But it was evident how quiet and subdued she had become.She still played, of course. But I could tell she was growing lonelier and lonelier. I tried to be there for her as much as I could, trying to fill in the void that Calisto’s presence and company usually filled.It just wasn’t enough, though. Because I wasn’t Calisto, and it was him who she wanted to talk to and play with.Hearing her sighs and seeing her half-forced a smile made me want to castrate Gallahan every single time.The very bastard who finally deigned to show up on the late afternoon of the fourth day after

GALLAHAN'S POVI couldn’t believe it.Willa was jealous. JEALOUS!But then again, this wasn’t the first instance she showed me how jealous she could get, given how she almost lost her composure when she saw Zuleika put on my ancestral sash for me.Tonight, though, I nearly erupted, ready to return the anger she was dishing out to me so unfairly.I was so damn close to losing my temper; I was basically just a step a way from fighting her—her vitriol against mine—until she began spouting nonsense about me being a philandering asshole, as if I hadn’t been losing my mind as I tried to look for her in the last six years.Instantly, the burning and venomous urge to argue and spat out angry words fizzled out. But it didn’t mean I was just going to let her continue to stew with all her wrong assumptions until they could fester and completely poison her thoughts and feelings for me.Daringly, I approached her and tossed the other half of her broken pencil aside. Then I plopped down next to her