Chapter 161
Chapter 161
“What else are we celebrating?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Ayrie scored the highest known test scores in pack history on her placement test at school. The school wants her to attend even if it means her having her own space in the library with private tutors. Melody would be welcome to join her along with their guards.” he smiles.
“Why don’t I know about that?” I’ve been busy. Not out of it. What the fuck?
“Because I wanted to be the one to tell you that she’s coming with me to Berlin so I can treat her to the Contemporary Fine Arts.”
“Just Ayrie?”
“Yes,” he nods. “Aizen starts school and we’re going to be away four school days.”
“Am I allowed to have an opinion on that?”
“If the opinion is excitement for Ayrie, yes. She deserves this and she’ll be with me, Roman, and my mother.”
“Wait, Aizen doesn’t start school for another two weeks.”
“Right.” he nods.
“Are you purposely doing this to leave him out of it?” that doesn’t sound right.
“It’s not like that, Phoebe. Aizen and Ayrie are going to live two completely different lifestyles. She’s the heir to our throne. Aizen is the heir to a pack. He going to be staying in one place for extended periods of time. She will always be on the move like us and they need to learn this early on.
“He can come with us during vacation and they can both take a break from training together. Get reacquainted and share what they’ve been doing when they’re not together all the time. It’s a possibility that they might share a mate maybe two. It’s not uncommon for twins to be mated to other twins. They’re going to want this break from one another when they’re older. This prepares them for it. I should have talked to you about this sooner.”
“Maybe,” I reach for the wine. “I don’t like the idea of them growing apart. You know how close they are.”
“They already are. Aizen hasn’t slept in the same room with her since we arrived at the pack, Angel. The content on their page is starting to split. They understand what’s happening.” he says quietly. “Have you not noticed?”
I have and when I asked Ayrie about it she said she just doesn’t like that Aizen smells like the other pups, but she seemed okay with the new accomodations. She doesn’t sleep with Chocolate Sprinkles anymore. She made him his own bed on the writing desk in her room. Aizen brushed me off when I tried to ask him. He said he was a boy and that none of his friends sleep in the same room as their sister.
“I was hoping it was a phase because of the pack. Ayrie is very senstive to be surrounded by this many people.”
“I know. It’s why she’s been with me the past couple of weeks. She’s a quick study.”
“That she is.” I agree.
“Angel, the last thing I want is for you to be upset with me.”
“I’m not upset with you. I just- it’s happening really fast now that they have what they really need. It wasn’t that long ago when they were just Aizen and Ayrie. My babies. Now it’s alpha Aizen and Princess Ayrie and I fucking hate it.”
“I do too.” he grins. “I want more time. All the time I can get, but this is how shit goes for us. They shifted. It’s not just their minds developing anymore, It’s the wolves as well. You’ve noticed the changes in yourself as well, right?
“You can do several things at once. You’re faster and you’re a little more aggressive. You’re always on alert and you still somehow manage to be just Phoebe with her sketch pad at the end of the day. It’s the same for them.”
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Chapter 161
“This is the only part about being a werewolf that I hate.” I admit.
“The killing and attempts on your life aren’t a deal breaker?” he smirks.
“Nah, same shit different day. loved my family when they were the ones fucking me up. I still do. This family loves me for being a weirdo.
“You’re not a weirdo. I love you just the way you are.” he rolls his eyes. “I just wish I had a way to help ease how worried you are all the fucking time
“I’m a worrier. That is never going to change. Especially when I have much more to worry about than just myself. It feels good.”
The door to the kitchen opens and Consuelo comes over to take our empty plates. I want to ask for more of that pasta and maybe the recipe but I don’t l just watch her disappear for a moment. The scent coming from the other side of that door is the best thing I’ve ever smelled in my life. She returns with two plates.
The plates are also glass but they’re shaped like someone placed the hot glass sheet in a bowl and allowed it to harden that way. Right in the center there’s a stack of meatballs topped with some kind of sauce. The plates are set and she takes a step back with a smile on her lips. Without saying a word she walks away.
“I’m scared. Is she not telling us because it’s something intense, like the liver?”
“Don’t question it,” he shrugs.
“Do you even know me? I literally question my entire existence twenty four–seven.”
“I know. So, take a break. It’s just you and me. You never have to question that,” he takes a meat ball right off the top and pops it in his mouth. “Trust me.” I take my fork and stab the first meatball and take a bite from it. “This is the best meatball I’ve ever eaten.”
“Are we celebrating anything else?”
“That little stunt you pulled on the red carpet cleared me of a lot of shit I did when I was engaged. I had to start my own label to be able to keep making music. I have eight bands under my name and my former record label wants to buy our label and offered us a huge sum of money.
“The guys want to do it. I, of course, don’t need it, but they could use it. I always end up splitting up my share to give to them anyway. I had set up a really good fund for them for when I was gone, but now that this has presented itself I want them to have it.”
“Congrats. That makes me so happy.” I reach out taking his hand. “And I just want to say that I think you should work on that single with them. You should show them. I get if you’re not ready, but it’s so good. I’m not being bias here. I’ve been a fan for like ever and I would totally listen to it every time I got in the car. It would be on every single on of my playlists.”
“That’s a lot of playlists. You have one for everything.”
“Damn, right I do.” I laugh. “Soundtracks of my activitie
I listen to it so much, people would ask, Sleep Token who?”
