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LYRIC
I was reading a book on my phone when a text popped on my screen, freezing the air in my lungs.
‘Hi, Lyric. Have you missed me?‘
It was from Roderick, and it was accompanied with a photo of me at the airport from when I newly came into the country.
What the hell? He had taken a photo of me that day?
But most importantly, why was he texting me?
The doorbell ringing interrupted my thoughts.
I scrambled off the bed and into the living room to check who it was. The kids were in their room, playing a video game.
Who could possibly be visiting Jaris?
I opened the door and was met with surprise when I found Marta.
Unlike her, she didn’t have any makeup on. Her hair looked like it had been hurriedly brushed and parked. Her eyes were swollen, indicating she had been crying.
Wow. Marta Monroe looking pale. It was a rare sight.
She looked at me from head to heel with disgust. In her state, that didn’t look good on her.
“Where are my kids?” Her voice came out croaky.
“They’re-”
“What’re you even doing here?”
I looked away. Gods, I wasn’t mentally prepared for this.
“And how dare you take my kids without my permission, Lyric? Have you lost it? If you need kids to control, go get yours.”
My eyes snapped at her. Seriously?
“That’s dumb coming from you, Marta. And I don’t think you’re in any position to make such remarks. You know, considering the fact that these kids are not even yours.”
Her eyes darkened just before she slapped me. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I hit her back and
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pushed her so hard she almost fell on her butts.
“I thought I was clear when I told you never to lay your filthy hands on me!?” I yelled.
She chuckled as she brushed her fingers into her hair. But I could see tears glistening in her
eyes.
“Oh, Lyric.” She laughed. “Dear Lyric. How bold you have become.”
I was about to retort something when a car pulled up behind Marta. It was one of Jaris‘ cars. Marta also turned around for a look, and we watched as Jaris stepped out of the car.
He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Marta. Then, he continued walking, wearing a
frown.
“Jaris…” Gone was the feisty look on Marta’s face. Now shw looked pathetic.
“What’re you doing here?” Jaris asked coldly as he stopped before her.
“I–I’m sorry. I just came to see the kids.”
Jaris nodded, then looked at me. “Bring the kids out to her.”
“What? Jaris, come on. I can see them inside.”
“Let’s be clear, Marta. The only reason I’m not kicking you out is because the kids are here and you have the right to see them. Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking you can come anywhere near me.”
Her eyes glistened with tears. “This isn’t fair, you know? Just letting a random guy ruin our
lives.”
Jaris‘ gaze was colder when he looked at me again. “I told you to get the kids.”
He huffed and walked past me before I even went into the house. He went into the kitchen
and Marta didn’t dare come in with us.
I got the kids and left them with Marta outside the house before going to meet Jaris in the kitchen. He seemed really pissed. He’d been that way since he exited his car. Did it just have
to do with Marta?
“Are–Are you alright, Alpha?” I leaned against the wall, remembering he’d gotten an urgent
call that made him leave the house.
“I am,” he grumped.
“Are you sure? You don’t look-” I stopped when he sighed.
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Okay. Maybe I was bothering him.
“There was an attack on some of our people,” he mumbled, going back tos to stirring what was in the cup.
Ooh. Jaris was opening up to me.
But did he say an attack?
“How? What happened?”
He went ahead to tell me about a Rebel attack that happened in a strange way. He sounded really pissed about it. Well, of course. Jaris hated when people messed with him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ll be found and justice will be served,” I assured him.
I heard the door opening and returned to the living room to find Marta bringing the kids in
Oh, seriously.
“Marta, come on. He told you not to come in.”
“Get out of my face, bitch. I’m only bringing my kids in.”
My mouth dropped open, shocked at the fact that she used an unfiltered curse word in front of the kids. I don’t even think she noticed.
She stepped closer to me, speaking in a lowered tone so only me could hear. “I won’t let this happen. This whole thing you’re trying to do–stealing my kids‘ trust and attention and wanting to play the boss of Jaris‘ home.” She scoffed. “I’ll die before I let you take my place, Lyric. Let this sink,”
I shook my head in disbelief. “With everything going on, that’s all you’re concerned about? Position? Do you even care about the well–being of your kids? Are you concerned about how all of these would affect them?”
“Please, shut up. Stop trying to play mummy here.”
“Seriously, you need help, Marta. I wouldn’t be surprised if you really bought these kids to claim your position beside Jaris. After all, that’s all that matters to you.”
Her eyes turned darker. She looked like she was about to hit me, but Jaris‘ voice rang through the air.
“Marta. Out.”
She balled her hands into fists as she looked at him. “Jaris-”
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“Don’t make me do something nasty in front of the kids.”
The kids looked so confused. They kept sliding their gaze from one face to another, probably wondering what was going on.
Okay. They’ve seen enough.
“Come on, now,” I took their hands. “Let’s go play games.”
I took them upstairs, leaving Jaris and his baby mama to sort themselves. Although, considering who Jaris was, I was sure it wouldn’t take him anything to kick Marta out.
The evening went pretty smooth.
The kids demanded ice cream, and instead of ordering one, Jaris suggested we all go out to get it.
I was surprised and enthralled when he asked me to come along.
I sat in the front seat next to him while the kids played with their tabs in the backseat. Along the way, they got into an argument over a headset. They had identical headsets and only one
was in the car. Xyla claimed it was hers, but Xylon insisted it was also his.
Before we knew it, Xyla was already crying as Xylon was the one holding strongly to the headset and wouldn’t let it go.
“Come on, honey. It’s okay. The second one must be at home. When we get back, you can use it.” I turned partially to rub her legs.
“No! This one’s mine. I want it!” She tuned the volume of her cry.
Jaris simply sighed and shook his head.
“Seriously, I think it’d have been much better if they’d gotten different colors,” I whispered to
him.
“Not my fault. The store only had one color left when I went to get it,” he answered without taking his eyes off the road.
I thought real hard on a solution. Neither of them was sure who owned it, and one would be hurt if the other got to use it.
Gently, I took it from Xylon.
“There. No one is using it, okay? When we get home, I’ll give it back.”
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Xylon made a pout but didn’t protest. Xyla stopped crying.
Geez! Kids could be really dramatic.
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Settling back in my seat and staring out the window, I thought of the ones I lost. I imagined them being Xylon and Xyla. I imagined us in this very position–Jaris driving, me in the passenger seat, and the kids fighting in the backseat. A small smile touched my lips at the realization of how beautiful my life would’ve been.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t always get what we wanted in life.
We reached the ice cream truck and the kids ended up ordering for more things.
We spent some time in the park, which was really fun. I almost didn’t want us to go back.
Later that night, I took the pill and Jaris came to me in my dream. He made sweet love to me, completing my day.
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We were having breakfast when Jaris got a call. I noticed him hesitate before taking the call.
“Beatrix.”
I knew that name. That was the doctor performing the DNA test.
My spine straightened, my curiosity going to its peak.
“Good. Have it delivered here.” Jaris ended the call.
“Is that…” I glanced at the kids.
He simply nodded before returning to his meal.
A while later, Beatrix arrived with the result. She said hello to the kids before leaving, because
Jaris asked her to leave.
I stood alone at the dining with him as he opened the envelope. For the first time, I saw Jaris
Dreadmoor nervous.
He took out the result, and I watched as his eyes moved around the paper.
For a long moment, he was quiet, his eyes still on the paper.
“Wh–What does it say?” I couldn’t believe my voice was almost shaking.
His jaw clenched as he folded the paper and fixed it back into the envelope,
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“Get the kids. We’re going to the Pack.” His voice was like ice as he spoke and walked away.
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