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?"

live here,

in their way either. After all, you are their

gone, but her words lingered in my

Halsey's daughter. My mate would have been

us

half reclining before the study door, a glass of wine

faster at

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

myself to suppress my love for him, and then I turned

blocked my way. I looked at him and asked,

was drunk. His

My voice was

"Yes!"

me against the wall and lowered his head

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

How ironic!

not supposed to

and I felt as if I had lost

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

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

said self-mockingly, "Why should I be angry?

we were so intimate. I felt warm

do today?" Blake

your business!" I dared not

It's none of my business. Are you really going to move in with

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

in a low voice, "Go and tell your

you tell him?" I

My mother refused!" There was frustration and