My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Blake's POV

"Blake, I will test the character of the kids' mother myself. By the way, what is her background? Tell

me," continued Patricia.

I had no choice but to answer, "She is the adopted daughter of the Alpha of Blake Moon Pack. She

does not know who her biological parents are."

"What?" Patricia's expression froze.

I lowered my gaze. My heart was filled with sorrow for the past.

Patricia was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "Your mother is also someone's adopted

daughter. When your father told us that she was his mate, I hoped he could refuse her, but your father

insisted on choosing her. But then..."

"Patricia, she is different from Abigail. I trust her a hundred percent. Unlike my mother, she would never

act selfish," I said confidently.

The motorcade drove up the mountain. I planned to arrange for my grandparents to live in a villa on the

mountains.

"I want to go down and see my grandkids now," said Patricia.

I looked at the time. It was almost four o'clock in the morning. "Patricia, why don't we..."

"Just one look. I won't disturb their sleep, OK?" Patricia couldn't wait.

The older Patricia got, the more she behaved like a child. The way she spoke and her temper became

childish.

"Fine. Emerson, get some rest!" I knew Grandpa was not well, so I had to arrange for him to rest first.

Patricia was full of joy as she sat in the car and came to the lakeside villa with me.

Right now, there were only a few lights on in the villa, filling the villa with a dim yellow halo.

When we just got out of the car and went to the parlor, suddenly, we heard the sound of something

falling to the ground.

We looked up in surprise and saw a slender figure standing at the top of the stairs.

Immediately after, a glass bottle rolled all the way down the stairs and landed at Patricia's feet.

Patricia stooped, picked it up, and took a look.

I looked over, too. It was a bottle of beer.

Meanwhile, Catherine, who was standing at the step of the stairs, was shocked. She did not expect to

run into us so coincidentally.

I looked up at the stupefied, pitiful woman who was standing in situ.

Did she go downstairs to get a drink at this time of night?

Dowen reached out and turned on the lights in the parlor. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Catherine.

She wasn't wearing her white nightgown properly. More than half of it slid down, revealing half of her

fair shoulders, which was very tempting.

Catherine quickly reached out and pulled her nightgown up. Her two hands tightly gripped her clothes,

her face full of embarrassment.

"Is it yours?" Patricia pointed to the bottle in her hand, and her tone became serious.

Catherine had to come over and greet her with a smile, "You must be Blake's grandmother. Hello, my

name is Catherine..."

"Save the introduction. I know who you are. You gave birth to my grandson's kids." Patricia interrupted

Catherine, and then she handed the bottle over to Catherine. "Only promiscuous women will still be

drinking at this late hour."

"Patricia, she isn't..."

I hurriedly tried to defend Catherine.

Patricia was angry. She said, "Why are you still speaking up for her? Will a woman from a decent family

get drunk in the middle of the night?"

Catherine was a little embarrassed and did not know how to explain.

I quickly said, "Patricia, don't you want to see the kids? I'll help you upstairs. The two kids are asleep."

With a hint of sternness in her eyes, Patricia glared at Catherine and went upstairs without saying

another word.

Catherine held the bottle in her hand, and she was in a sorry state.

Dowen said gently, "Ms. Wyatt, you should go up and rest as well."

Catherine could only nod, put the bottle on the cabinet next to her, and quickly went upstairs.

I led Patricia, pushed open the door, and went into my room.

Under the dim light, Noah was sleeping soundly.

Patricia looked at Noah, who was sleeping casually, and her eyes were filled with tenderness and love.

"He reminds me of you when you were a kid!" Patricia whispered into my ear with a smile.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw Patricia finally smiling. I deliberately said, "The kids are both very

healthy and polite, since Cathy has been taking good care of them."

Patricia rolled her eyes at me.

I still smiled and said, "Patricia, Hedwig is sleeping in Cathy's room. Why don't you go and see Hedwig

tomorrow?"

Patricia looked at Noah reluctantly, who was sprawling on the bed. He slept in an unrestricted manner.

There was a joyful smile on her wrinkled face.

"Alright." Patricia nodded.

Walking out of the room, Patricia glanced at the door next to my room and asked, "Have you been

sleeping in separate rooms?"

I felt a little embarrassed, and I said, "Yes. I did not mark her, so we have been sleeping in separate

rooms."

"You have already made your relationship public, and you have kids. Why haven't you marked her?

You know that the Council has been urging you to determine the candidate for the Lycan Luna. Doesn't

she want to be your mate?" Patricia was surprised.

"I want to wait until the things between us become more stable," I replied.

Patricia sighed and said, "How could she refuse you? No werewolf in New Jersey could refuse you."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Patricia, I didn't know that I was so charming in your eyes."

"Enough. Go upstairs and sleep with your son. I'll ask the driver to take me back. I'll see my two great-

grandkids at the breakfast table tomorrow." Patricia put an end to those unpleasant topics.

I sent Patricia out of the hall considerately, personally opened the car door for her, watched her car

leave, and turned around.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Catherine standing transfixed on the stairs.

Catherine nervously twisted her fingers and asked in a low voice, "Has Patricia left?"

She looked frightened. Seeing that, I didn't know whether to blame her or comfort her.

I stood in front of her and said, "Going downstairs in the middle of the night to steal beer? Cathy, I didn't

give you enough credit."

Catherine immediately raised her eyebrows. "Who stole your beer? I took it fair and square. Besides, I

didn't get to drink it, did I?"

I handed her the bottle and said, "OK then. You have my permission to drink now."

Catherine blushed for no reason. She was unconvinced and said, "Do I need your permission to drink?

You're so unreasonable."

"Of course, you need my permission. You are my woman." I said confidently. Then I looked at her angry

face and smiled, "Go to sleep. Patricia will come over again tomorrow morning."