My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

The parlor of the lakeside villa was brightly lit.

As I entered the door, I saw Patricia sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

It was late, the kids must be asleep.

I had mixed feelings when facing Patricia.

We had been getting along very well. Patricia was a nice person who cared for her family.

It was a pity that we couldn't become a family.

"Ms. Wyatt, have a seat. We need to talk," Patricia put down the cup and said to me.

I nodded, and then I sat on the sofa next to me. Dowen asked a servant to bring me a cup of coffee.

"Blake has told you everything, right? I can only say sorry about this. You are not wrong, but we are not wrong either. Blake's mother left her two children and married your father. In any case, I hate your father and Blake's mother. They are selfish," Patricia said calmly.

I nodded. "I know. This is more than right or wrong. I understand."

"So, I didn't mean to ask you to leave Blake. I hope we can reach an agreement. After all, you have two kids with Blake. You can make requests..."

I raised my head and looked at Patricia. "There's none!"

"Not even money?" Patricia was a little surprised by my answer.

"No!" I said firmly. "I want nothing from you. I will go to see my father tomorrow. I want to see what kind of person he is and why he hurt you."

"He is not a bad guy. On the contrary, he must be a very nice and attractive man, or why would Blake's mother give up everything just to be with him?" Patricia said sarcastically.

"I'll go see him anyway. Grandma... No, I think I should call you Patricia. You and Blake have been kind to me, and I appreciate it. I have got a new place to live. I will move out. I hope you will give me a few more days," I said, fighting back my grief.

three days. What about the kids?" Patricia

decide for themselves. If they want to live here, I won't have any objections!"

way either. After all, you are their mother. But... You and Blake won't

was gone, but her words lingered in my mind,

been perfect if I had not been Halsey's daughter. My mate would have

upstairs. It was a hard day, and Hedwig even threatened us with a hunger strike.

half reclining before the study door, a glass

heart beat faster at

my mate. Though we couldn't be together, my wolf and I still

for him, and then

my way. I looked at him and asked, "What

he was drunk.

want something?" My voice

"Yes!"

the wall and

Instead, I wanted to respond to him. I was extremely attracted to

How ironic!

not supposed to be like this.

me, and I felt as if I had

be more intimate with Blake, our mate, made it difficult for

Blake's hoarse voice

lowered my head and said self-mockingly, "Why should I be angry?

and we were so intimate. I

do

none of your business!" I dared not to look at

my business. Are you really going to move

Are you mad at me?"

then he suddenly roared in a low voice, "Go

tell him?" I

There was frustration and hatred in Blake's