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.

You have three days. What

they want to live here, I

they want to come to you, I won't stand in their way either. After all,

but her words lingered in

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

and went upstairs. It was a hard day, and Hedwig even threatened us with a hunger strike. I wondered if the kids had a good dinner

Blake was half reclining before the

heart beat faster at the sight

couldn't be together, my wolf and I

for him,

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

was drunk. His voice was very

want something?" My

"Yes!"

wall and lowered his

I wanted to respond to him. I

How ironic!

was not supposed to be like this. I

felt as

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

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

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

mate, and we were so intimate. I felt warm

do

I dared not to look

you really going to move in

if I say yes? Are you mad

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

tell him?" I

was frustration