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.

have three days. What about the kids?" Patricia

live here, I won't

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

was gone, but her words lingered

My mate would have been the Lycan King, and I had two

a hard day, and Hedwig even threatened us with a hunger strike. I wondered if the kids

Blake was half reclining before the study door, a glass of wine in

beat faster at the

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

my love for him, and then

at him and asked, "What are you

Maybe he was drunk. His voice

want something?" My

"Yes!"

against the wall

to push him away; Instead, I wanted to respond to him. I was extremely attracted

How ironic!

not supposed to be like

I felt as if I

feel my wolf. Eva's desire to be more intimate with Blake, our mate, made it difficult for

much time had passed till Blake's hoarse voice sounded in

my head and said self-mockingly, "Why should I be angry? I don't

was my mate, and we were so intimate. I

you do

of your business!" I dared not to look at

my business. Are you really going

if I say yes? Are you mad at me?" I raised

roared in a low voice, "Go

him?" I looked

was frustration