บททั้งหมดของ Tracking My Alpha : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 109

Alpha Steven’s POVI looked at my son in laws, both with knowing looks on their faces, I know for certain Bastien has been on his knees, pleading for a chance with Veronica, and by the look in Richard’s eyes, he’s been there as well. I hug Carol tighter to my chest and kiss her temple, “I’ve made so many mistakes in this life, and yet I still have the things in this world that are most important to me right here.” I nodded, where was I, “It took everything I had to leave Carol at the Omega quarters, she refused to come back with us to the pack house saying "Alpha, Luna Elizabeth ordered me here and gave me duties to the guards, I will do as my Luna requests until she reassigns me," she nodded and showed me the door. I could feel her sadness through our bond, as weak as our bond has become throughout the years, I still feel her. My heart broke as I took Veronica's hand, and we left her there. On our walk back to the pack house Veronica asked, "Daddy, what are you going to do with

Veronica’s POV 103I couldn’t help but swoon at some of the story Mom was telling, it was bittersweet to think that their love could survive so many years of torture, being so close yet so far had to overwhelm both of them. I thought of my mother, Elziabeth and just how this could have affected her as well, to know that her chosen was in love with another woman, could that had made her so bitter and hateful or was she that way from the beginning. Bastien brought me out of my thoughts as he cooed at Dalton, “so little man what will it be sleep or Momma?”I giggled, “give him here, he’s hungry,” Bastien smiled and handed him to me as he slid next to me in the bed. He cleared his throat as Dalton latched on to my breast, “he’s so greedy with my toys,” he chuckled.I side eyed him, “only for a few years, then they are all yours, unless you knock me up again, then you’ll have to wait longer,” I smiled as I looked at him, his brows furrowed but had a sweet smile on his face.He hummed, “

Bastien's POV"Okay now, tell Daddy exactly what Jaxson did to make you so angry?" My 4-year-old was so angry that he called his cousin Jaxon a poopy head. I guess that's really bad on Veronica's level of thinking because now I'm trying to reason with my 4-year-old son. Dalton sits with a huff and crosses his arms over his tiny chest and mumbles, "hims better, Qween is hims auntie." I chuckle, "well son, I know the King and Queen too, would you like to meet them?" His eyes go wide, "pweese, Daddy." I nodded at him as I scoop him up, "of course we can and I'm sure Queen Jade will want you to call her auntie too. Now let’s go have some fun okay and no more using potty language to your cousin." I tickle his belly and he laughs, a laugh that warms my heart every time I hear it.We walk back out to the patio, and I place him down, he runs to his uncle Lucas and tackles him, there more like brothers, since they're raised together in the same pack. We live in the cabin that I built

Grace’s POV 109 – 9 years later“I’m not sure about this Momma, we should have stayed in the states and not have everyone come to France for my 18th birthday, what if he was wrong and it was just that I smelled good, but not as a mate should smell.” I can’t help but be shitting myself right now, this seems like a fairytale, and I should be ecstatic over it, but if he was wrong and I’m not his mate then the last 9 years of my life have been a lie and I don’t know if I can deal with that. I was just a kid and yes, I wanted nothing more than for the only living prince that was known to us to be my mate and live a fairytale life, but I’m not a kid and have learned everything a true to life princess should have learned. I learned 5 foreign languages, French, of course, Italian, Russian, Spanish and German. I was sent to etiquette classes and began training the second they left our territory that day. I’ve been groomed to be the perfect Queen, but what if I’m not what he wants, what if

Graces’ POVIt’s been 5 years since I became the Queen Luna, the thoughts of this being an easy life far gone from my memory. I look at my gorgeous mate as he sleeps, his godlike features relaxed as if he doesn’t have the weight of the entire supernatural world on his shoulders. I think of the stories of our parents, how difficult it was not only to scent their mates, but to capture their hearts and the difference in our story, we knew, and it took nothing for us to become entangled with one another. I lay rubbing my flat tummy, wishing and praying for a pup to be inside, it’s the only thing we both want at this point, and it just doesn’t happen. I’ve spoken to Momma about it, and she said that it will come in time, not to worry about it, but how can I not, I’m the Queen Luna and have not produced an heir for the entire Kingdom.His voice breaks my thoughts, “Mon amour, please stop worrying,” he kisses my cheek, “I am not complaining about trying to have a pup,” his sexy smile beam