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Ron, watching me, returns to the reliable and steadfast kid he usually is. “We’re having sandwiches. It looks like Grace is leaving.”
My heart jumps into my throat as he looms in front of me, one step below where I’m standing. Close enough I could reach out and brush my fingertips against his long, silky eyelashes, with the perfect amount of curl mine require tools to replicate.
What a weird sentence. It feels awkward and convoluted even as it comes out.
My terrible, plummeting mood rises immediately.
Fighting the smile threatening to curve my lips, I step back inside and close the door, watching as more Blue Mountain shifters stare with smug, awful faces in our direction.
I drag a hand through my hair. “Look, it’s… We’re pretending, okay? Caine and I are pretending we’re not together, and he’s pretending you’re his children, not mine.”
Like zombie invasions, per my dreams.
Ron nods, with a faint smile twitching at his lips. “It’s Grace.” 2
“I want pizza,” Jer counters.
“What the heck was that?” Sara asks the moment the door clicks shut, her red
wide.
My throat tightens. “Thanks.”
Did he notice how I felt?
I nod. “I grew up here. They never really accepted me.”
eyes
“Because…” I don’t know, either. He went off–script for that one. “Because the people here don’t like humans very much. They especially don’t like me. But they’re afraid of Caine. If they think you’re his, they won’t mess with you.”
“No, idiot.” Jer gives Sara a disgusted look. “She said we’re pretending to not be hers.”
Sara snickers. “I think she thinks you’re the dad.”
I stiffen.
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And Bun? Well, she’s Bun. A fly came in at some point, and now she’s trying to catch it. Without breaking eye contact, Sara pulls her off the table and sets her on the ground, leaving her free to toddle after flying insects.
The mission about meeting with the Guardian has updated.
One of them–a shifter I vaguely recognize but can’t name–catches my eye deliberately. His lip curls in a sneer, and he spits on the ground, giving me a smirk before sauntering away.
“But what about Owen?” Jer challenges. “Maybe he’s the mom!”
Then Jer’s face scrunches. “But why is he our dad, then?”
I glance up, blinking a little in his direction. “Uh–yeah. I have to go…”
He opens his mouth, then closes it again, defeated. “You can be our grandma?”
There’s a bunch of numbers underneath, looking like some sort of coordinates. I press my thumb against it, and a map pops up, complete with arrows and a line for directions.
“Language!” I snap automatically. It’s starting to feel like second nature.
“Look. You guys just need to… act normal. Stay in the camper as much as possible. If anyone asks, yes, Caine is your father, and no, I’m not connected to you at all. I’m just… here. No–better yet, I’m your babysitter.”
“What the hell was that?” Jer echoes, practically vibrating with indignation. “Aren’t you the Queen? Why’s he acting like you aren’t his mate?”
“They don’t like you because you’re human?” Sara asks, something flickering in her red
eyes.
My eyes follow Caine’s broad shoulders as he marches away with his men, his entire body rigid and his fists clenched at his sides. Even from here, I can feel the waves of anger radiating off him.
His shoulders look even more tense than before, if that’s possible.
But the older kid shakes his head. “You two are the idiots. She’s definitely the mom.”
“If you’ve got a better one, I’m all ears.”
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“Owen can’t be the mom, Jeridiot. Ron bares his teeth. “He’s a guy”
My phone buzzles again. New word: vibration with epic intensity, okay? 2
A quick glance informs me a countdown has started..
“If he’s our dad, Grace is definitely the mom.”
Jer chimes in, “Yeah, she’s not Mom. She said so.”
My words tumble all over themselves as I brush a quick kiss over Bun’s curls and hunt my shoes in the pile by the door.
Smug superiority. Disgust. Disdain.
If she’d stick to one set of ears, it would be easier to explain away. But we don’t need rumors of her ears going from cats to rabbits at any given opportunity.
“If Grace is the dad, then is Owen still the mom? Or is it the Lycan King?” Jer asks curiously.
But for once, those looks don’t make my stomach twist with shame.
It worked. Our terrible acting job actually worked.
“I have to go right now. Ron, watch the kids. No one go outside. Sandwiches only, and don’t touch the propane. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Hell!” Bun shouts gleefully, bouncing on her pudgy legs. Thankfully, no ears sprout out of her hair today. We’ll have to keep her inside as much as possible so they don’t appear at the wrong moment. I
Caine’s inexplicable bad mood out of nowhere saved the day. 2
They’d started out curious and now look down on me. They’d never do that if they were scared of the Lycan King’s reaction.
My fucking phone dings, vibrating harder than I’ve ever felt it vibrate. I check it, my face paling a little at the notification I received.
“Dad,” she says clearly, patting my cheek with her chubby hand.
Ron just looks curious.
“No, sweetie. We’re just pretending, remember?”
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[Meet the Guardian within 10 minutes, or penalties will be applied.]
But the kids seem to understand, all nodding in unison. Sara and Jer both look very serious, but Ron just looks… amused.
Lonelier.
“Sorry,” I say, forcing my voice to steady. “That was weird, right? Everything’s a little… complicated here.”
The brief victory is great, even as it feels hollow. I know what comes next–the insults will get bolder, the “accidental” shouldering in hallways harder, the whispered comments louder. They’ll push until they find my breaking point, and I’m not exactly looking forward to living under this pressure again.
Wasn’t Ron my most reliable, level–headed kid? The one to help me through all the awkward situations? My eyes slide to him, but it’s hard to feel even a sliver of irritation. It’s kind of… good, to see him acting a little more his age. Being a bit more of a troublemaker. @
I’m not exactly certain how far this Guardian is, but I have the bad feeling I’m going to have to run to make it in time.
A fucking countdown.
“Dad,” she insists, more forcefully this time.
Ron laughs out loud. “Brilliant, Jeridiot,”
Ron snickers. “Go ask him. See what he says.” 2
This mission means business, and I’m terrified over what these damn penalties might be. Some clarity would be nice, but without them, I have to think about worst case scenarios.
Suddenly, he stops, spins on his heel, and strides back to me with purpose in every
step.
“That’s stupid,” Jer declares, his loyalty heart–warming. “You’re better than all of them.” “Stupid, she just said she’s not our mom.”
“He said you’re not his mate,” Sara says, crossing her skinny arms over her chest. “But
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that’s not true. You’re the Queen!”
I won’t be here forever.
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But as long as they leave the kids alone, it’ll be fine. I’ve survived this treatment my entire life. I can handle it again, especially when it’s only temporary.
“No, that’s not-” I start, but Sara beats me to it.
“So you’re our mom?”
“Thought so.” I stand up, shifting Bun to my hip. “Now, who’s hungry? We should eat something before we get too-”
When I look up, three pairs of eyes are trained on me with varying degrees of bewilderment. Even Ron has joined the staring brigade.
“And he said we’re his kids,” Jer adds, his voice rising to ear–piercing decibel. “Which is totally crazy because we just met him! Now I have to call him Dad?!”
But Sara looks thoughtful. “I think Jer’s right. Owen’s the mom.”
Once this mission is over, I’ll be hundreds of miles away again, living my best life away from the oppression of the Blue Mountain Pack and my dark history here.
A few yards away, several Blue Mountain wolves linger, watching everything unfold. Their faces carry familiar expressions, the kind weighing me down year after year. I didn’t realize how oppressive they all were until I’d left.
“I want mac and cheese,” Sara announces, flouncing into the kitchen to check the pantry cabinet.
But I clear my throat to gain their attention again, and Bun mimics the sound, even if it does kind of sound like she’s dying when she does so.
I stand in the doorway watching them go, my feelings a jumbled mess of relief and something that feels suspiciously like abandonment. The camper seems emptier without his overwhelming presence filling every corner. Quieter.
Bun toddles over to me and holds up her arms, demanding to be lifted. I scoop her up, grateful for the distraction. Her weight is solid and warm, grounding me as she nestles against my chest.
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“Then who’s our mom? Ron, do you know?”
“That’s a really bad plan,” Jer says bluntly.
I blink down at him, mouth opening to explain that his terrible acting is what I’m worried about–but he’s already gone, stalking back the way he came.
clear my throat, feeling another headache coming on. They’ve become frequent since my new life with children. “I don’t know about that, but the important thing is this pack doesn’t need to know anything about us and Caine, okay? If they think I’m in a relationship with him, I’m not going to learn what I’m here to… learn.”
“Don’t worry about what they said,” he murmurs, his voice pitched low so only I can
hear.
Not exactly subtle. 1
I rub my face with my palm and sigh. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. Caine playing the role of “not my mate” looks an awful lot like Caine is my mate and going to murder people if they hurt my feelings. 1
Out of nowhere, Caine was suddenly in a downright awful mood and wouldn’t stop glowering at his Lycan friends. But at least he finally left, even if he did basically stomp out of here with a dark cloud hanging over him.
