Kyle POV

Marc smiles a little bit sad as the three of us stand before him: Hayden, Mikkeli, and I.

"Have you come to ask the truth from me?"

I look at him; I look at the man who was Mikkeli's mentor, who was kind to me and my mother, and who was teaching Hayden how to fight. The man who did more for us than our father.

"Tell me, what do you know?" Marc asks again.

"Terry Nightingale told Hank and Kyle that he knows you, that he once saw you talking with his grandfather, and that the money was given to you," says Hayden.

Mikkeli doesn't say anything, but I know that this one conversation may be the one to break his heart again. Of all three of us, Marc means the most to Mikkeli.

"Terry did tell the truth, but not the whole truth," Marc says. "Please don't interrupt me; this won't take long."

He goes in the direction of the window, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he is thinking about running, but he isn't.

"I once told you, Mikkeli, that I have something on my consciousness. I am the Head Warrior who is guilty of killing his Alpha. I killed your father, because I helped the Nightingale's Clan to prepare the ambush in which your father died."

Mikkeli is silent, Hayden is quiet, and I stay silent.

"The Nightingale thought he paid the traitor, but the fact is I used him to make sure that no one would know what I had done. Your father was killing this place; he was cruel to his pack, to his family. And I knew you were ready, you were ready, Mikkeli, to take charge, to make a difference. I wanted a better life for all three of you, my son, and everyone in this pack. So I left soon after to ensure the Nightingale would forget about me. Maybe the Goddess has punished me with Tony's death for what I have done, but I don't regret it. I learned to live with it. And you boys, can you live with what I did?"

"And now, are you in contact with hunters now?" Mikkeli asks, and Marc smiles sadly.

"No, never later; I have had any conspiration with the hunters."

Mikkeli only nods and leaves the room with a stone face.

"He was our father," Hayden says. "That's not how he should've gone, but I do understand you, Marc, and Mikkeli understands too. He will need some space and much of Hannah's presence in the next few days. So please keep your distance Marc before he comes around."

Marc nods and looks at me.

"I never called him my father. He was as insignificant for me as I was for him." I say slowly.

As I walk toward the living room, I wonder if I meant what I said. Maybe it's sad, but for me, my father was nothing. He treated my mother as property, took Mikkeli away from us, abused him, and tormented his pack's members. He...

"Is it really what the fuck you want?" screams from the library.

"You would never understand!" I hear Rob's voice and instantly walk through the door.

My mate is standing in the middle of the room with his sister on his right side and his parents in front of him. His mother is motionless, looking at Robb with sad eyes, but his father seems furious, sending death's glares at my son. Rob is holding Carson, who is crying because of all the commotion.

"I'm talking about your future. Do you want to raise the brat who isn't yours? You want to spend your life with the fucking omega who got Renan killed!"

"We will not have this conversation now; Kyle is mine; nothing will change it!" Rob growls, holding at the same time Carson in a way to protect his ears.

"Listen to me, boy!" Tratter comes closer to grab Rob, but Roseanne interferes by holding his hand.

"Stay away, girl, it's not your business?" he shouts, trying to pry his hand from her hold.

And that's when Rob notices me, and I see the shame and guilt on his face. I bite my lips but come closer; his father stops screaming when I gently take Carson in my arms.

"I agree with Rob; it's not a place and a time for this conversation," I say.

His father snarls but says nothing, probably because more pack members are standing at the entrance to the library; one of them is Mikkeli.

Rob POV

The moment my father saw Alpha Mikkeli, it was over. Suddenly he became so small and said goodbye as soon as possible. Well, for sure, he shouldn't have been here today. But Roseanne came here cause Alpha wanted to talk with her and me. And apparently, my father used the opportunity also to come here and make a scene.

I sigh as I enter Kyle's room. The conversation with the Alpha was difficult; I wasn't prepared for this. First Renan, now my father...

"How are you feeling?" Kyle asks as I sit in the armchair, "I know that your parents may be upset, but.."

"My father is in deeper shit than our mating," I say bitterly. "I assume you know what Dickson told Mikkeli about his possible involvement with the hunters?"

Kyle nods, and I'm not surprised; I pat my lap, and he comes closer to sit on it. Then, finally, I put my head on his shoulder and say:

"We don't have any evidence yet, but both Dickson and Ryan said my father knew everything. Roseanne confirmed today that he had been in charge of the pack budget after the lab had been created, plus that the payment for ingredients to the lab was charged higher than normal. She checked it."

"What does it mean?"

"It may mean that whoever was buying the ingredients had charged Ryan higher, and probably he had put in his pocket the money difference. And it can be my father who did it; not only did he know about the hunters' deal, but he also could get rich because of it. But at least it wasn't him you had seen in the woods with hunters. Roseanne confirmed he was with some other wolves from the pack at that time, and when you were attacked, he was at all day at home with her." So I say, snuggling my face more into Kyle's neck.

"I got angry lately after I came from the patrol and told many people we were mates; I'm sorry. And someone notified my parents, and my father came here to make a scene."

"He thinks I'm not good for you," Kyle says sadly.

"I don't care about my father. My mum is a problem; the loss of Renan was too much for her," I feel Kyle tensing in my arms, "but don't worry. Before they left today, she told me we would find a way to figure it out. I made my decision Kyle. You are mine."

And with that, I start kissing his neck, biting it gently; Kyle moans slightly and starts putting his hand into my shirt, but we don't get to go any further because Carson starts crying.

Kyle takes him into his arms, and I walk toward the wardrobe to prepare my place on the floor.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" Kyle asks, making me smirk.

Just a little longer, he will let me mark him, and he will always be mine.

Celia POV

SMUT Warning

I think it's been very silent in the packhouse during the last few days as I watch Hank's and Mikkeli's wolves running together into the woods. They don't patrol, just run recent every single evening until they come back home exhausted.

"Have they gone again into the woods?" Hannah asks, coming closer to stay beside me as we watch our mates disappearing between trees.

"They will be alright; they just have to digest everything Marc and Hank's grandfather did," she says. "It's good that they found some comfort in each other company. The bond between Alpha and Beta should be strong, or the pack won't prevail. And they didn't have much choice after the merge was decided; I forced them into this arrangement."

"I think Hank needs more friends," I say.

"And you? Do you need more friends?" she asks again, making me smile.

"You are my friend, Kyle, Marc, and Rose are my friends. It's quite a lot, especially when I think about being alone only with Kathy for seven years."

"And how is Danny?" she asks.

"He doesn't talk much; lately, we keep telling him that everything will be okay, but I think he doesn't believe it yet," I respond; I worry about Danny. I have a feeling that he is distancing himself from us lately.

"Have you told him you want him to be your son?"

"Not yet; I guess there was no time to do that."

"You should," she gives me a stern look. "Mikkeli and I already had that conversation with Rosie and the twins. James and Jason are now Hayden's, Rosie is officially mine, and Mikkeli is now the first child of the Alpha and Luna of the Black Moon pack."

"Do you feel ready to be a mother?" I ask.

"With Rosie, I had the same situation as you with Danny. Our parents were gone, and unlike James and Jason, she didn't need the older sister but a mother. And this little one was also quite a rough surprise. So I might not be ready, but I will do my best with them. And sorry for being blunt, but how is your sex with Hank?"

I feel my face heating; I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, after marking when your bond is sealed, you kind of get very hungry for sexual activities," she smirks, making me even redder. "My point is that Hank may not encourage it because he doesn't want to push you. So if you want to have sex with him, you should take charge; he will feel much better if you do."

I think about what she told me for a long while. I think about it as I lie in bed and can't sleep. I don't consider myself to have Stockholm Syndrome; everything that happened between me and Hank is just complicated. But maybe I should stop analyzing so much and just focus on here and now.

Hank enters the room and goes toward the bathroom; he must be certain that we all are sleeping. I hear the water running down and look at the kids; it's late they sleep.

I stand up and walk into the bathroom. I go closer to Hank, who looks at me surprised.

"I thought you were sleeping," he starts talking. "Celia, what..."

I peel my clothes away from me fast, step in the shower, and push him to the wall.

"Celia?"

I press him into the titles and grab his head to pull it down so I can kiss him roughly. I really take him by surprise because he follows my lead as I push my tongue into his mouth and grab his already hard length squeezing it. He moans into my mouth as I don't stop pumping him and assaulting his lips.

After a while, we have to stop to catch our breaths.

"I want you to fuck me now," I say

He smiles and reaches to touch my core, but I grab his hand.

"No, I want you to fuck me now," I repeat, and he seems to understand what I wish of him finally.

He grabs my thighs and pulls me up, pressing my back into the wall. He enters me instantly, and it makes me moan. No foreplay this time, no slow and gentle movements. He pounds into me as if the world is about to end. I surely dig my nails into his skin, bringing blood; I arch my neck and moan in ecstasy.

There is no way that something so pleasurable would be wrong. 

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