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.

What about the kids?" Patricia

to live here, I won't have

won't stand in their way either. After all, you are

but her words lingered

I had not been Halsey's daughter. My mate would have been the Lycan King,

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

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

faster at the sight of

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

my love for him, and then I turned and headed to my

way. I looked at him and asked, "What are you

drunk. His

want something?" My voice was

"Yes!"

the wall and lowered

not want to push him away; Instead, I wanted to respond to him. I was

How ironic!

to be

kisses intoxicated me, and I felt as

desire to be more intimate with Blake, our mate, made

didn't know how much time had passed till Blake's hoarse voice sounded in

"Why should I be

and we were so intimate. I felt warm

did you do

business!" I dared

right. It's none of my business. Are you really going to move in with Harley?" He

I say yes? Are you mad at me?"

then he suddenly roared in a low voice, "Go and tell your

I looked

was