FATED TO THE LYCAN TRIPLETS

CHAPTER FIVE

MORGHAN POV

Feigning a happy vibe, I make my way out of this room and head toward the living room to find my mother.

“So, mamma, can we discuss me and this house now?” I know my tone should be a little more in check, but I just don't care right now.

“Good morning my beautiful girl.” are the words coming from her mouth, but I can’t remember my mother even being this way, especially in the mornings. I find it..... un-nerving!

“Yeah, Yeah, morning mamma, now about my sleeping arrangements.” I started irritated’ly.

“We need to wait for Lord Malachi to get here, then a discussion can be had. Why do you not want to be here?” Mamma actually sounds like she cares.

“Mamma, not only do I get ‘stepbrothers!’ then I am told I will have security and also start school in just over four weeks!” my voice getting louder and more panicked.

Before mamma has a chance to say anything the man himself opens the door and makes his way to mamma’s side, his expression relaxed but I can see his eyes, the small flicker of colour, the reminder to me that his Lycan is right here too.

I don’t know if he realizes his aura attitude, and his high and mightiest manner doesn’t affect me, I sort of hope not cos it’s a little bit of fun to mess with him.

I know Uncle Red said to behave and I promised I would try, his words are a constant reminder in my head. But goddess its hard.

Forging all my effort into a calm passive smile now to wait and see what decisions he thinks he can make for me now. I take a seat on the opposite side of the table, but sitting a little harder than needed.

Mamma takes her seat next to his lordship. I’m sure this guy is regretting making the demand for me to move here now. I get the impression he sees me as a defiant ‘mutt’ a name given to pups from Chosen Mate unions are referred to.

Clearing his throat, he sits further forward and straightens his spine, assuming a quite assertive posture.

“Morghan, I am hoping I can help make you feel a little more independent, have an entire space just for you, with some distance from the boys. I understand you feeling overwhelmed by all your changes.” as he draws a breath I don’t change my expression, I give nothing back...... yet.

Then he starts again.

“The Guest-House, is a semi detached dwelling at the rear of the mansion. I am thinking if you really apply yourself and be accepting” he says looking through his very bushy manicured brows, “I will have it cleaned and you can organise new decor to suit.

However there are some conditions!” Of course there was more, yep there it was, ‘conditions’.

I had a feeling he would dangle a carrot and then, oops its gone. I really hope he sends me back to Uncle Red’s Pack.

“Now, for your conditions, you will attend the mansion for evening meals, you will have a personal guard at all times!”

"Is this Understood?!” his words not a question but I just watch, I know there has to be more, he will want to control more things.

After a minute, maybe two I realise he is waiting for me to say something. I adjust my position and look at mamma then at Lord Malechai.

I think for another moment, then I decide what to say.

“Um, thank you, I appreciate your understanding and think I would like very much to move into the Guest-House, why do I have to have a bodyguard twenty-four-seven? What about when I go to school? Wont it be bad enough being the new girl with no friends, and a bodyguard?” I know my challenge is definitely not what he expects.

“Perhaps I can ask one of our warriors if they want to go back to school, they can have the same classes as you. While you are in the Guest-House you will have a guard outside!” He looks quite happy with himself, obviously he has given this some thought before offering anything.

I ponder his words, the little voice in my head piping up again, **take the humble road for now, be accepting** with that I will accept his terms, then I will ‘tweak’ them to suit me.

“Okay I accept your terms, I guess I will make it work. So, when can I move into the Guest-House?” With a small hint of sarcasm and smugness, I feel I have the upper hand giving my answer and ace’ing it with my own follow up question.

“There is still the question of school. Before you begin complaining, you will attend, and if you don’t like that idea, you can always stay home and either I will teach you myself, ooorrrrr I will get the Governess that used to look after the boys, you won't argue that’s for sure.” he says, thinking he is pretty happy with himself.

I can’t help but smile, then I take a moment to think about what I want to say and how best to say it.

I can see mamma sitting there, her worried look across her face, but I regain my composure, I straighten myself, facing him I smile and decide to attempt to make myself look quiet, shy and reserved. What a joke.

“I think perhaps it may be better if you wait until you speak with your guards, and work out which one may be firstly happy to ‘re-attend’ school," I believe I would much prefer to be in a school where I know no-one, than here with some person who hates kids!

"I think you may need to be very careful with your choice. Ensure whoever you choose is happy to study and train in ‘Mid-Wifery, and pup and shifter delivery’!” I say it all with a comfortable smile, as I turn to leave, losing my ability to hold back my huge grin, when his face paled.

It was priceless!!!