Chapter 139
Enoy pov
Sitting at my desk looking at the piles of papers trying to make sense of what I am seeing. I don’t believe what I am seeing laying in front of me.
Let me go back five months ago max was given a glimpse of the future. By who no one knows. My mate the love of my life went missing before that. His story of being used as a dog in a dog fighting ring half makes sense. The being reduced by one wolf and getting away clean was a bit more far-fetched. I just don’t understand why he’s not talking to me about where he was.
I thought yesterday was bad when max rushed the boys over stating Fallen has gone into heat. And he was gone. Let’s hope she gets knocked up fast. Not that I don’t love having the boys but three toddlers and being heavily pregnant with twins. Not an easy task. Freya and Cerby have not left the egg alone since she laid it. From what I heard it was not pretty. Fifteen wolves including our own Max was left deaf for a week. So I’m sure you can imagine the lack of volume control ran rapid that week. Pups didn’t understand why they didn’t get to yell as well, so that was fun. Now add two boys just learning words. Okay, I may have had a little fun with yelling matches with the pups.
But this I don’t believe. Laying on the top of the pile is a picture of what looks like my father’s torso. The tattoo covering his heart for my mother's brother and the never born. But it’s different something is off about the tattoo. Not to mention the rest of his tattoos, they as well seem off somehow. I just can’t put my finger on it.
The rogue king had been too quiet lately so when this showed up I assumed it was from him. But it’s not. How do I know? Well, the way the lane letter is addressed.
Dear alpha Enoy Samuels
The rogue king is never so formal. Who is Azeral? And what did my family ever do to him? Ugh. Slamming my fist to the top of my desk. “Be careful e that’s antic. You can’t find silver wood anymore.” Ambrose says rubbing his along the side of the desk. “what's this?” grabbing the picture
“Is this supposed to be your father?” tilting my head to look at him I nod. “you don’t believe this do you?” shaking my head I push the letter to him. His body stiffens as he looks at me. “do you know who that is?” raising my brow. “the most vial being ever to walk the earth.” He whispers. And is gone. What the actual fuck. He reappears with the box I had long forgotten about. What was once a black sludge is now a red and gold goo. Bubbling and crawling up the sides of the box like it’s alive.
“Link your father right now we need him!” he demands and is gone again. Then his voice fills the air “how long until the twins arrive?” rubbing my belly and looking around the room. Rolling my eyes speaking into the empty room. “next month why?” “good perfect it will work. Did you link your father?”
Looking around trying to find the hidden camera to tell me it’s all a joke. But nothing. Ambrose appears. “well?” “how he’s missing unless you forgot about that.” Rolling my eyes at him. Tilting his head looking at me oddly his orange eyes glowing. “no need I did it for you you. He will be here as soon as he can. Now, where is Freya I want to check her belly this time? I’ve never seen a pregnant familiar.” He rubs his hands together. The box still sitting on my desk. The gloppy bubbles popping reminded me of boiling cream of wheat. This goo looks like it could taste better though.
“What about this?” looking over he snaps his fingers “oh ya I need you to keep it on you at all times.” He shrugs “how?” looking at this box that is bigger than my head. “in your pocket works. Or a necklace would be better.” “fuck you and the broomstick you rode in on buddy. This is huge I’m not wearing it around my neck and no fucking way that fucking thing is fucking fitting in my motherfucking pocket.” My chest heaved as my anger and frustration pounded in my chest. Between the hot tears burning down my cheeks and .y heaving chest, I feel stronger. Shooting up from my chair. It shot back so hard and fast it went flying out the open window behind the desk. I heard the shattering glass the startled screams and the crash before the shock actually reached me. Slowly turning.
The pastel stained glass frame my great, great grandmother made was now shards of glass. The clear center had turned into a sparkly blanket over the front of the pack house. My chair was a broken twisted mess on the grown covered in sparkly dust. Sever wolves look up at me as I stare down in horror.
Ambrose breaks out in a soul-spilling laugh he was literally rolling on the ground. “what's so funny dick.” “you are funny. You act like you never tapped your pup's power before.” He giggles
“huh?” “didn’t you almost burn the pack down when pregnant with young master Hades? And you question a bit of added strength? I’m surprised you have not asked for something to help with the bruises. Don’t deny it I can smell the gathered blood in spots on your roundness.” He giggles again. If I could catch him I would punch him hard in the nose. Smiling as I picture what it would look and feel like. “I don’t like that look. Stop it's creepy e.” she shivers shaking out his arms.
“First I’ll turn it into a necklace for you to wear. I do hope some of the strength those two have will seep in while it absorbs your golden heart. Not actually your heart just” rolling his hands over each other.
