My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Blake's POV

As I watched Catherine leave, I knew that she must be angry.

But I was still very happy, because she just said that she wouldn't let the kids lose their father. Did it

mean that she had already accepted me?

"What kids? Blake, what is she talking about? Do you have kids?"

Catherine's words made Emily panic. Emily looked at Catherine with fluster and asked.

I said coldly, "Emily, when will you learn to respect me? Don't think about being my mate anymore. My

kids won't agree with it. Also, I've long put the past behind me. I can still treat you as my family from

now on. I can guarantee you that you will be set up for life. Now go."

Emily staggered, turned around, and walked out weakly.

I returned to the lakeside villa in advance after work. As soon as I entered the parlor, I saw that Hedwig

began to cough.

"Daddy, I think that I have caught a cold!" Hedwig coughed a few times and looked at me with a bit of

fear.

"How so?"

"Maybe I sweated when I ran with the ponies on the grass in the afternoon, and it was windy back

then." As Hedwig spoke, she put her hand on her forehead and then mine. "Oh no, daddy. I'm going to

have a fever. My forehead is burning!"

Hearing that, I quickly put my forehead against Hedwig's forehead. Then I found that it didn't feel hot. I

immediately chuckled. "You're not burning. Hedwig, don't worry. I will take you to the pack doctor now."

In the car, Hedwig lay listlessly in my arms.

I lowered my head to kiss her head and said, "You will be fine with some medicine!"

"Daddy, stop kissing me. You'll have a fever too. You'll be coughing then." Hedwig pushed me away.

I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Don't worry. Daddy is very strong."

"Really? Mommy said that you are very narcissistic. Indeed!" Hedwig grinned and said with a smile.

"Did your mommy say anything about liking me?" I couldn't help but say to her softly.

"Yes. Mommy said that she would like you someday!" Hedwig nodded.

I was a bit thrilled when I heard Hedwig's words. I could feel the change in Catherine's feelings for me.

But Emily ruined Catherine and my relationship that I worked so hard to maintain.

Late at night, Catherine and I put the kids to sleep. Catherine was about to go back to her room when I

stopped her in the corridor.

"After what happened today, you're not angry with me anymore, are you?" I asked in a low voice,

holding out a hand to block her way back to the room.

"No." Catherine said calmly.

"Really?" I looked around her face. Finally, I fixed my gaze on her eyes and stared at them.

Catherine sighed. "Fine. I can't fool myself. To tell the truth, I don't know what I'm feeling. I just feel that

Emily took care of you before, and it seems a cruel thing for you to abandon her."

I couldn't help but be surprised. "Then what should I do? Do you want me to accept her? Do you want

me to be soft-hearted to her?

"Of course not..." Catherine immediately replied in a hurry.

I chuckled in a low voice. "You are so contradictory!"

"I know. I find myself strange as well." Catherine didn't deny it.

"Well, you only feel that way, because you're kind. But Cathy, the feelings you have for someone are a

black-and-white issue. If you have feelings for someone, then you shouldn't leave others hanging. I

don't want you or the kids to come up to me one day and ask me why I got involved with her. I am not a

playboy. I only have feelings for one person," I explained my ruthlessness.

Catherine nodded and said, "I know."

"Cathy, go to sleep. My grandparents will be here tomorrow morning." I patted Catherine on the

shoulder and let her go to sleep.

Catherine nodded and said, "You too."

After Catherine returned to her room, I was unable to sleep. I stood on the balcony and calmed myself

down.

After that, I changed into a set of clothes and went downstairs. I took a bottle of wine, sat on the sofa,

and slowly drank it.

Dowen walked in and whispered, "King Blake, it's about time. We should set off."

"OK. Let's go." I straightened my clothes and walked out of the parlor.

A line of black cars had been parked long before the gate.

On the road in the early hours of the morning, there were few cars, and a motorcade was heading in

the direction of the airport.

Just after three o'clock, at the entrance of the airport, I saw my grandparents come out with their

servants.

"Emerson, Patricia." I walked over quickly.

On the way back, Patricia couldn't help but scold, "How could you keep such a big thing from us? You

broke my heart."

I looked at Patricia's aggrieved look and quickly comforted her, "Patricia, I just met them not long ago. I

wanted to get familiar with the kids first."

"What are you saying? Haven't the kids recognized you as their daddy?" Patricia was anxious.

"Of course not. The kids are very good, and they like me a lot." I was afraid that Patricia would think too

much, so I answered quickly.

"OK then. Are you afraid that Emerson and I will frighten the kids? We are not monsters!" Patricia was

still brooding over the fact that I didn't tell them about the kids.

"Grandma, I wasn't thoughtful enough. I made you worry," I apologized to Patricia.

Patricia immediately became happy. "Who knows? I have two great-grandkids at once. How exciting!

By the way, Blake, tell me, what is their mother doing? Which pack does she belong to? Is she the

daughter of someone in the Council?"

"Patricia, their mother is a very nice woman, and she works for our royal company," I answered softly.

"I'm asking you. Which pack does she belong to? How did she get pregnant? Why did she secretly give

birth to the kids and only come back with them after keeping them from you for five years? How could

she do that?" asked Patricia with a frown.

I paused and said, "Patricia, it's my fault. Five years ago, I hurt her the first time we met. The birth of

the kids was completely an accident. I met her later, and then I met the kids. You just need to know that

they are my biological kids, and their mother didn't do anything wrong. She is a good mother."

"How can I not get to the bottom of it? What if their mother is a sinister woman? Just like your mother..."

When Patricia thought of my mother, her face was full of anger.