Filed To Story: Goddess's Design His Fated Mate (Willow & Reuben)
I grinned, stopping a hand’s breadth away from where she sat. “What would you prefer? Do you want to be exposed and dragged out into the spotlight with your two little bastards? Or would you rather get down on your knees and beg me to keep your secret so that you are allowed to outlive your dignity?”
I smiled as her blue eyes stared at me all the time.
After I finished speaking she suddenly put her babies in a basket and walked over to me. A proud smile spread over my lips. She was wise enough to choose the second option and beg me for mercy. However, as it turned out, that had only been wishful thinking on my part.
She raised her hand and gave me a harsh slap across the face. My head snapped to the side, leaving me shocked and speechless. Did she just slap me?
“My babies are not bastards,”
her voice was low. Still in a state of shock, I slowly turned to look at her only to find her wolf in her eyes, “They have me, their mother. I will love and protect them. I am their everything just like they are mine,”
she gently grabbed the basket from its spot on the floor and looked up at me, “So expose me if you want. I will be waiting to be dragged off of campus but until then I am not withdrawing from this college,”
she declared then turned on her heels and left with her babies through the back door.
I stood there watching her disappearing figure as I realized that I had gone crazy.
Instead of killing her for slapping me and challenging me, I let her walk away. Not only that, I let her attend my fashion school without exposing her. Then to my surprise I had been prowling every bit of the campus from the lecture halls to the female staff room that she would use daily to breastfeed her twins.
Days became weeks that turned into months, I used to stalk her from the shadows. I knew her routine of checking on her babies every hour and taking them out from the back door of the college that was never used by anyone.
Hiding and bringing her babies was never easy while she managed her studies until one day a rumor spread through the fashion school.
Did you know someone heard a baby crying from the cleaner’s room?’
Really?’
Yeah, some boys have gone to secretly break down the door.
When Willow heard about it she raced out of the middle of a lecture to get to her babies but the door to the room was broken and her babies were missing. She went crazy and started searching for them until the female cleaner led her to my office room where I had the little basket placed on my desk.
When she saw that her babies were safe and hugged them, she burst into tears. It was probably the best moment of my life, when I saw tears glistening in her eyes I could not help but find her even more beautiful.
It was also the moment that I realized I had fallen in love with her.
***
When he ended his story, he had a smile on his lips. “Now I finally realize who I was really jealous of ”
he put out his cigarette and got up from the floor, leaving the kitchen. Still sitting on the floor, I looked down at Willow whose face was buried in my chest but I felt it getting wet from her tears the entire time Walter was telling the story.
She had gone through a lot during those six years that I was not with her. I leaned down to her head and buried my face in her hair, “I am sorry I kissed her head and whispered, “I will not let you go through the same pain again. I promise.”
Willow
“WAAHHHH ”
A resonant wail pierced the recesses of my subconscious, abruptly wrenching me from slumber. Startled, I sat upright in bed, momentarily oblivious to the persistent throb of the headache that had accompanied my awakening. The source of this unsettling cry became evident, it emanated from none other than Lori.
“Lori,”
I exclaimed, hastily rising from the bed. Hurriedly, I made my way out of the bedroom and descended the staircase.
Why was she in such distress? A sense of unease gripped my heart, for my children were not accustomed to cry unnecessarily. Rarely did the sound of their weeping reach my ears after they had crossed the threshold of three years. Guided by the mournful echoes, I hurried into the dining room, where Reuben, too, made his appearance almost simultaneously. Evidently, he had rushed downstairs upon hearing Lori’s lamentations.
Our eyes locked for a fleeting moment, long enough to resurrect the memory of the kiss we shared just the other day and the recollection of last night when my tears sought solace against his chest. Disentangling our gaze, we both directed our attention to the dining room, only to discover Walter cradling a tearful Lori in his arms, with a concerned Wyatt standing by his side.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t cry,”
Walter reassured her.
Concerned, I swiftly entered the room, Reuben following closely behind.
“What happened?”
I inquired, my eyes scanning the scene. Wyatt, with urgency in his voice, rushed toward us.
“Mummy, daddy,”
he implored, “Uncle Walter is leaving, but Lori wants him to stay. Please, stop Uncle Walter.”
My gaze shifted to the stack of Walter’s luggage by the room’s edge, and Lori’s sobs echoed once more. Since their infancy, Wyatt and Lori had found a nurturing guardian in Walter, particularly after our friendship blossomed on the day he protected my children from intruders attempting to breach the female cleaner’s quarters.
Our initial encounter, marked by animosity, had indeed been unsightly. Subsequent events had only intensified my disdain for him. Yet, with a sincere apology and a genuine desire for self-improvement, Walter sought redemption. Slowly, we became best friends, reaching a point where he assumed daily care for Wyatt and Lori while I attended my lectures.
He swiftly grew intimately connected with them, tending to their needs as if they were his own progeny. At one juncture in our friendship, he confessed his regret about not being their biological father, professing a love for them that surpassed even his own life. It was this profound affection that bound my children to him, explaining Lori’s unwillingness to part with him.
“Lori, I promise I’ll come back to visit you, baby girl,”
Walter reassured her, casting me a forlorn smile. The time allotted for his stay in the Emerald Bright Pack was nearing its end, and in compliance with the law, he had to depart promptly.
“Lori, come here, baby,”
I attempted to embrace her, but she adamantly clung to Walter’s chest, her cries intensifying.
After several futile endeavors to pry her away, a sense of helplessness engulfed me. It was then that I witnessed Reuben pass by, extending his hand to rest gently on Lori’s little head. “Lori, come to daddy,”
his voice tenderly urged. With just a single word from Reuben, a tearful Lori relinquished her hold on Walter’s chest, seamlessly transferring herself into Reuben’s arms, surprising me.
He handled her so smoothly!
“Why are you crying?”
Reuben gently wiped the tears from her small face.
“Uncle Walter is going ”
she sobbed.
“Yes, he has to go.”
“Why?”
she inquired.
“If he doesn’t go, how can he come to visit you again?”
Reuben patiently explained, his words surprising me. Did he imply that he permitted Walter to visit the pack again?
Lori ceased her tears, casting a hopeful gaze at Walter with her large, watery eyes, seeking confirmation. “Yeah, I will go and then return with a lot of toys for you,”
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