Rejected

Chapter Four

Brock was beyond furious as he slowly walked towards me.

I was in no mood to deal with an angry werewolf, so I made a quick dash for the door the guys went in.

It was a big bedroom with a lot of space.

On the blue queen sized bed, Jay was bouncing around, while Lucille was curled up in a ball on the pillows.

"Mommy!" Jay yelled happily, as he saw me.

Bouncing from the bed and onto me, I fell down with a laughing Jay on top of me.

The beta and other guy looked like they wanted to laugh, but managed to be quiet.

The door opened, and in walked Brock.

He gave me a questioning look when he saw me on the floor, before looking at Jay.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look at his hair and eyes. They look just like mine!" Jay yelled excitedly, as he stared up at Brock.

"Yes sweetie, he does," I said, as I managed to stand up with him in my arms.

"Is he my donor?" He continued looking at Brock.

"That's him."

Jay looked angry as he looked like he wanted to fly at Brock.

Although Jay and Lucille were young, they understood almost everything clearly, so I didn't have difficulty in explaining to him the differences between a father and a donor.

Besides, if I had not have told him, Lucille could have told him exactly what had happened, seeing as she is gifted.

Just like her father.

Brock looked surprised, but he quickly hid it.

Placing Jay down, I went and picked up a still sleeping Lucille.

"I have to be heading home now. My children need their rest," I said, making my way towards the door, but I was stopped by the beta.

"You are going to be living with us from now on," Brock said.

I was ready to argue with him, but I knew that something interesting would take place.

"What about our things?"

"Already taken care of."

I went back onto the bed, while Jay just shot daggers at Brock's head.

"Why does she sleep so much?" The beta, Daniel, asked.

"She's just tired, that's all." I played in her long, thick black hair.

She looked like an angel when she is sleeping, but I knew that she was anything but that.

Lucille murmured a few sentences which were hard to make out.

The only words I heard clearly were father, yes and found us.

I knew exactly what was going on with her, but acted like everything was just normal.

"She usually talks in her sleep," I said, seeing that everyone was looking at her, except for Jay who was busy playing with the chair.

"Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm exhausted, so," I yawned, while stretching my arms and getting comfortable before my eyes closed shut.