Mommy daddy is the lycan king by Glory Tina

Chapter 18
Fiona woke and found herself in her wolf form. It was a surprise to her because she didn’t think her wolf form would take over control without first making it known to her; that wasn’t the way she operated. However, she was a wolf, and whatever Ona wanted to do, she wasn’t done because she didn’t look interested in giving her back control. She got down from the bed and stood before the mirror..
Ona was a pure white wolf, just like every other female wolf, but she noticed a change after going to the human world. Yes, she had kept her wolf hidden for the last five years while in the human world, but she had shifted nine months into the twins’ pregnancy. She needed the strength, and Ona was the only way she could. get a little. Shifting into her wolf form will help her gain and maintain that strength until her delivery.
Fiona noticed the change in her wolf then, but she didn’t have the luxury of keeping her out in the open. She didn’t want to be spotted; that would spark trouble she wasn’t ready for. Since then, she hadn’t shifted into her wolf form, and that was over five years. Standing before the mirror now, she noticed Ona, although dormant, had grown and changed beyond her very imagination.
Ona now, unlike other female Lycans, had silver fur around her neck, wrists, and thighs. She had wondered, having noticed it, if it had to do with her healing abilities since she didn’t have them before. There was no one to ask or answer, and so she took it as such.
Five years ago, when she shifted, the fur was a thin line on her wrist and her neck. and thighs, but now they had become wider. Years ago, she wondered if it had anything to do with her healing ability; now she knew it did. It had grown because her usage of her healing ability had tripled in the last few days alone. However, was this increase a good thing or a bad thing? Was that what Ona wanted to show her? She couldn’t tell because her wolf withdrew, and she shifted back to human form, n*ked, staring at herself in the mirror.
Fiona shut her eyes, ignoring her pounding head, and stayed still in bed. It was the dawn of another day, and she didn’t want to get up. In truth, she didn’t want to go anywhere. She was exhausted and tired. She knew she was doing this for her sons, but she wondered how long this would carry on before she finally broke down.
To say she was being overworked would be an understatement; she was being used worse than an animal on the farm.
She knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but she didn’t think it would be this hard.
It’s been a week since Fiona’s arrival in the werewolf world, specifically the Lycan King’s Pack estate, and a lot has changed since then. Ever since Mario confronted Vivian and defended her, Fiona felt tension. There was no reason for her to feel that way, but knowing the person Vivian was, she knew how much the snake hated confrontation and would do anything to eliminate anyone that would stand in her way. She told her five years ago in the cell that there could only be one Ms. Jackson, and she succeeded in making sure she was the only one with the last name. Fiona feared Vivian would also do the same regarding the exchange of power at the settlement. Sure, she wasn’t a health practitioner, but she was closer to the Lycan king and could get her way through manipulation.
Mario noticed her restless mind while they drove that day, and when he asked, she told him it was about Vivian’s appearance and what it meant. He then assured her that as long as he was at the settlement, he would make sure to protect her against the likes of Vivian.
The next day, which was four days ago, Mario got transferred to Handfield, a community far north where Beta Kenneth had been carrying out the orders of the king. The king had given the orders shortly after he received news that his beta needed medical support.
Fiona wouldn’t say Vivina had a hand in this, but how fate played its card in her favour because the very day, Vivian would take over as acting supervisor until Mario’s return. Mario came to her door the night before his departure to break the news to Fiona, promising to return as fast as he could. Fiona couldn’t sleep; she stayed awake, thinking about the nightmare the next day would be. Just as she feared, the next day was hell for her, and she couldn’t even catch a break. Vivian sliced her break time between each healing into half and the long break, which she usually used to stretch her leg: Vivian only gave it when she felt like it.