Page 12 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

Foster Cross is dead, and I’m the new Alpha of the Moonstone Pack.

Two minutes later, I’m holding my little sister, Mia, in my arms as she sobs over our father’s death. I barely shed a tear as they announce that the Alpha is dead.

The mourning goes on for about three days. The burial preparations are held by the pack.

I stand in my office, the room that has been my friend for days, looking at the betas I hired to follow Winter when she left the town.

My heart pounds in my mouth. The thrill of finally being with my mate licks my veins and gives me life. I can almost hear my wolf growling in anticipation.

I’m coming for you, baby.

We are going to finally be together.

“Where is my mate?” I ask.

“Alpha Deacon, we tried to follow her just like you asked, but we lost track of her eight months ago.”

CHAPTER FIVE

WINTER

SEVEN YEARS LATER

A smirk folds on my lips, and in no time, it stretches to a smile as I watch the two tiny three-foot-tall monsters wipe their cheeks with the back of their hands.

Normally, on a late morning like this, I would be scolding them for their behavior, but how do I scold two boys who have brown chocolate smeared on their cheeks and are currently looking at me with the most innocent looks they can muster?

I place a hand on my hip, lifting a brow, “I’m going to ask again, boys. Who ate the last remaining piece of chocolate cake that was meant for mommy?”

Adrian’s blue-green eyes land on me, and he nods his head, saying, “Not me, Mommy.”

I fight back a chuckle.

Adrian has pieces of said cake on his right cheek and on his nose.

Turning to Asher, I toss him the same question, “Do you have any clue who ate Mommy’s cake, Asher?”

Asher whispers back a “no” just as fast as his brother did. I’m about to reprimand them for their behavior when the buzzing sound of my doorbell spears the air.

I don’t have to guess to know it’s Isabel, my twins’ nanny, at the door. She comes in right before I go to work, prepares the kids’ lunches, and drops them off at school. She also picks them up from school for me when work runs late at the office. Safe to say, she’s been the only nanny to my boys since I arrived in Bracken City. The bonus point was that my boys loved her as soon as they met her.

“Isabel!” Asher shouts in excitement.

Putting on my other pair of heels and straightening my skirt, I walk to the door, opening it. Isabel walks right in, greeting me with a jolly “Good morning.”

“Running late?” She asks.

I tuck my blouse in my skirt, looking for my coat and bag that are somewhere resting on the couch if the boys didn’t move them. I’m hoping they didn’t. Otherwise, I’ll be running ten minutes late to work.

“Almost late. Someone stole my chocolate cake from the fridge, and we’ve been trying to figure out who did it.”

My eyes flick to the boys standing guiltily near the kitchen island. Isabel gives me a knowing look, stifling back a chuckle.

I move to the living room, taking approximately five minutes to find my coat and bag and fix everything else. Isabel’s laughter and my boys’ voices come from the kitchen, and the sound of it all makes my heart ache a little.

I would give everything to spend every second of my time with Adrian and Asher, but unfortunately, I can’t afford the privilege. Life in Bracken city is expensive, and working as an assistant barely pays enough for me to retire or take off-days.

But I’m content with my family as it is. Life is good, and I have my boys to thank for that. I wouldn’t be alive without them.

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