"Mommy, Anya has broken my pencil." My four year old son, Tyler, cried while showing me the broken pencil. I stopped arranging the clothes in the closet and paid attention to the exact replica of my husband, Cyrus. Same black hair, hazel eyes and same skin tone. Anya, on the other hand, had black hair but bluish green eyes like mine. "I told you I would get you a new pencil, you just wouldn't listen." Cyrus's voice filled my ears as he entered the closet after our son. Cyrus was assisting the kids with their homework in the hall, downstairs. Cyrus had been really supportive, just as he had said. He had taken full responsibility for the kids until I completed last year. I now owned a five star boutique and fashion house. Clarissa, also a mother of a girl and a boy, was the CEO of a modeling agency and a judge in the contest, Miss Universe. Clarissa had been right. I gave birth to fraternal twins with Tyler being the oldest by thirty minutes. Clarissa gave birth to Alphaeus, her son, a month after I gave birth and gave birth to Genesis, last year. Clarissa had completely cut ties with her parents the moment she had called them to inform them about Xerxes and they had insulted her dignity, calling her a stupid prostitute. She still calls once in a while though.
Carrying Tyler, I walked to the bedroom and put him down on our bed while Cyrus continued arranging the clothes. "Don't worry, I have a new one. Let mommy get it for you, okay?" He nodded, wiping his tears with the back of his little hand. I went through my draw and got him a new pencil. Cyrus came out a moment later. "Are you happy now, champ?" He asked. "Yes, daddy." He replied. Chuckling, he picked him up. "Let's go finish your homework. I've been telling you, big men don't cry, certainly not a crown prince." Cyrus playfully glared at the little boy. I chuckled when he wrapped his small arms around his father's neck, pouting and burying his face in his shoulder. Shaking his head, Cyrus took him downstairs. "Aunt Clarissa!" I heard Anya's squeal as I descended the stairs. We were now living in Wolftown. My parents had moved to our house back in Albany. Cyrus still managed the school but from here in Wolftown. Lorenzo and Xavier were in Italy. They would be getting married soon. They had adopted a little girl they had found in the streets while returning to their mansion in Italy. They had named her Alora.
"My little angel! Where is mommy?" Clarissa asked. I got there to find Anya on her aunt's lap. Anya turned to look at me. "There!" I walked to them. Picking Anya up, I placed her down and hugged my best friend. We still made our TikTok videos just that we now made them with our children. Cyrus and Xerxes had nothing to say about that. "I miss you, bitch." She whined. Hissing, I slapped her arm. "There are children here." I scolded her. She pouted while rubbing her arm. "Where are Alphaeus and Genesis?" I asked. "Aunt Aelia, I am here!" Alphaeus's tiny voice filled my ears. Xerxes followed, holding a bag with one hand and cradling his daughter in the other. "Hey, little prince!" I picked him and twirled with him in my arms as he laughed. "You've grown so big!" I chuckled as I put him down. "Tyler, Anya!" He ran to my children. Taking out small claw clips, he gave it to Anya. "This is for you, Anya." Anya shyly took the clips and muttered a soft thanks. I wonder why Anya was always shy of Alphaeus. Alphaeus took the clips and began to fix her hair in two ponytails. I chuckled when I saw Cyrus's displeased expression. He never liked the bond between Alphaeus and Anya. Were the two children mates or something? Tyler ignored them as he walked to Xerxes, who was now seated, and cooed at the sleeping baby. Tyler also liked Genesis the moment he saw her at the hospital. Was it safe to think that my children and Clarissa's children were mates? I wouldn't mind though because I will still have Clarissa as my family.
"I have some juicy gossip you might want to hear!" Clarissa announced and I squealed as we left the children for their fathers and ran into my room. Since Xerxes got a new luxurious penthouse for his family, they visited us every Friday and stayed till Sunday. Weekends were really noisy because of the little ones.
It was night and everyone had retired to their rooms. The children were asleep in their various rooms. Genesis was the only one who slept with her parents. I was preparing the bed for the night, lost in thought when a spank landed on my ass, making me gasp in surprise. I turned to glare at Cyrus. He bit his lip in mischief while staring at me and chuckled. "I miss you, my Queen." He said, pulling me closer to his body.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whispered, "I miss you too." Smirking, he lowered his lips on mine and began to kiss me slow and passionately. Responding with equal passion, I stood on my tiptoes. He picked me up and put me on the bed, getting on top of me. He slowly began to undress both of us. While we lied down facing the ceiling, he said, "till this day, I find myself thinking if this is all a dream. I being a werewolf king, you previously being my little sister and now my wife…everything feels surreal." I smiled,"I am happy things turned out to be this way. I remember Clarissa telling me she liked my brother and all I could wish for was it shouldn't be you. You are a great king, Cyrus. Within five years of your reign, Wolftown looks like a city. Now human beings are mingling with the natives and there's harmony." I spoke. "I should thank the moon." He whispered, slowly falling asleep. "No thank God because He gave us life to see every single day and He even gave us our two little angels." I whispered, also drifting into a sleep. "Hm, you are right, wife." He kissed my forehead as we both succumbed to darkness.
*****The End*****