Chapter Four

Veronica's POV

Xander and I had been in the bath for a couple hours now and I was curled against his chest, while resting in his lap. The time was slowly getting later and later and I finally decided it was time to get out, despite the comfort of the soothing warmth against my sore and tired muscles--Xander was quick to follow behind me. I dried myself off with one of the neatly folded towels beside the tub, before slipping my soft, white bathrobe on. I combed out my long hair, dried it, and lazily flat-ironed before brushing my teeth and re-entering the quiet bliss of mine and Xanders bedroom.

When I came out, Xander had already started pulling back the fluffy black comforter and stacking the cover pillows on the ground beside us. While prepping for bed, Lincoln and Clarice did their normal routine and came in our room, said goodnight to their dad, gave him a hug and went back to their room, me following close behind them.

"Goodnight mommy, love you." they both said in unison, then hugged me, letting me kiss them on top of their heads. I tucked them both in and left the room, quietly closing the door behind me then took a minute to lean against the wall and smile down at the ground. This is what I've always wanted, a perfect family.. Even amidst possible chaos and tragic times, everything still remains perfectly normal. I might've had doubts about creating a family when I myself was younger but now that I do, I couldn't be happier. Knowing that I have Xander by my side, and my kids standing right in front of us is the best feeling any mother could ever have or even want. Not to mention Aaron, Alexi, and Becca who are right behind me as well.

With that, I walked into my room, dressed myself into a pair a loose pajama shorts and an old tank top, kissed my mate on the lips, and fell asleep in the arms of the one I love. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could feel more right in the world, and nothing could ever be so perfect.

Unknown's POV

As Veronica laid asleep in the arms of her lover, my heart shuddered. She was supposed to be mine but now she was in the arms of this, this sad excuse of an alpha?! I need to get away from here. I'm surprised they haven't even noticed me yet, but before they get the chance I'm out of here.

It only took an hour or so before I was back in my pack. Everyone greeted me with a bow or a warm smile and when I got to my home, the doors were opened before I was even within 10 feet of them. I walked through and looked to my right where my slave was waiting on her knees with head down and the maids didn't dare to even glance in my direction, that's how much power I held.

"Your highness, your mother is here and she said she wishes to see you. Forgive me if this is out of line but it'd be rather impulsive to have that thing.." He paused, gesturing over to Isabel who was on her knees before continuing.

"Was running about. And I only say that out of your protection." George said, hastily rushing the last part out of his mouth. I snickered at his remark and then signaled a maid on standby to take Isabel down to her cell in the catacombs of the mansion.

"My protection?" I asked sarcastically.

"I'm the king of the wolves, she's just the washed up Luna who finds an unreasonable excuse to come see her son once a month." I sneered, glaring down at my beta. Yes, while I'm the king of the wolves, I'm just like any other other alpha, I still run a pack the same way, and I still have a Luna, beta, omega, and slave. Well, the slave part might just be a perk of being king but still.

"Washed up my ass. I thought I raised you better than to have such disrespect towards your mother. And are you really still trying to win back that little slut?" My mother said from behind me. I turned around and within a flash, my mother was caught between me and a wall.

"And just who do you think you're talking so crudely about? That is your future Luna... mother, whether you accept it or not." I growled and only an ounce of fear flashed through her eyes before it was replaced with sadness and conflict.

"She rejected you, yet you still think she has any love left for you? Yes maybe she did at one point, but after what you did, really? I mean, come on sweetheart." She said, and it felt like daggers were actively being shoved down my throat. I stepped away, letting my mother free again before I let out a growl-- stopping everyone in the main room from even twitching-- before racing down the corridor and staring down my chained up slave.

"Listen dear, I'm apologizing now as I have a lot of pent up aggression." I heaved out and her eyes glimmered up at me.

"No worries Henry, I'm a sucker for the pain anyways." She smirked. Oh did I luck out with this one.