My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

Blake nodded and said, "Alright. I'll tell you about my past."

As he spoke, I reached out and took his arm, and I drew nearer.

Blake said, "Emily was adopted by my uncle from the werewolf orphanage. My uncle and his mate never had any children. Later, the pack witch told him to adopt an orphan. To their surprise, they did have a baby the following year. To be honest, I still find it unbelievable."

I blinked. "Is she so amazing? Which pack does she belong to? Should we go meet her too?"

Blake immediately said, "There's no need. She once said that I would be a werewolf without a mate."

I laughed. "Then, you don't believe her?"

"No, I don't!" Blake said.

"Fine. I won't go!" As he opposed it, I gave it up. Then I said, "Continue!"

Blake continued, "Emily has been very considerate since she was young. She was a good girl, and always watched her step. My uncle and aunt were very kind to her, and my grandparents adored her, but at the time I did not care much for her. After my parents separated, she came to see me a lot. She cared for me, talked to me, and put up with my bad temper. I remember being crazy and biting her."

I felt my heart ache as I listened. Now that I thought about it, Emily was not that bad.

"At that time, I was very reclusive and did not want to interact with others. Gradually, she became the only one left in my world. I looked upon her as my deliverer, and she treated me wholeheartedly. As time went on, I began to trust her and came out stronger. It was also from that time that I began to learn about royal management and company management." There was a hint of heaviness and sadness on Blake's face.

I was deeply moved as I listened. It seemed that Blake had it all, but deep down he was burdened.

"You liked her then, didn't you?" I asked, without much thought.

Blake's expression changed slightly. He turned at once and looked into my eyes. "Don't be mad. I guess I liked her because I trusted her."

"It's fine. I am not mad. Don't worry about it." I chuckled. Somehow, I felt that he was more sensitive than me and he was acting like a child.

Blake patted my hand and said, "Actually, it wasn't hard to see that my uncle was behind this. But I was so wrapped up in the sense of security she gave me that I failed to see it. Emily encouraged me to go out late at night to bars and get into fights, and I almost took drugs. Anyway, I thought I was cool. But now, when I think of it, it was my uncle who asked Emily to lead me into the path of destruction. At that time, my grandfather was often mad at me that he even kicked me out of the house several times."

Suddenly, all the good feelings I had for Emily disappeared. I said, "How do you know all this has to do with Emily?"

"I'm not a fool. Back then, I thought I could afford to waste some time fooling around. It was only one day that Emily got me into a fight with some other man. They drew their guns, but Emily pushed me away and was shot. I thought she was dying and was terrified of losing her. Then I met one of the men who had fought with me that day and learned that Emily had set me up and she used to date that guy. They planned to teach me a lesson."

I sneered, "She was so scheming at such a young age. Was she trying to get your attention?"

My grandfather was furious and disappointed in me. Later, probably because I wanted to reflect and repent, I went back to study with my grandfather. Gradually, I achieved a lot in the

body tensed up, and I

at the mating gathering in the Shadow Forest. My uncle and she planned to let me have sex with her while they recorded the whole thing. Then my grandfather would have given me up altogether. However, I noticed that something was wrong,

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you bumped into me near

couldn't think straight and could

even see

was affected." There was still a sense of self-blame in

Gina and my stepmother speak ill of my mother that day. Then I taught Gina a lesson, and my stepmother told me to go to the Shadow Forest and

"Gina never went to the Shadow

think so. They were just ganging up on me. After all, it was normal to come across rogues in Shadow Forest." I gritted my

still ask me to let them go again and again?" Blake looked

all over now. I don't care about it anymore. Blake, I think tolerance is a better way to

look at me and said, "You are right. We shouldn't waste time on

agreed. Somehow, I was quite bold and

back, and we went

back to my senses, I realized that

triggered the most primitive desire in our

said, "I'm done. I've got to

the bed. When I saw Blake

said, "I won't if you want me

quickly, "We have plenty of time. You should focus