FATED TO THE LYCAN TRIPLETS

CHAPTER TWELVE

MORGHAN POV

Considering how his Lordship kept mamma ‘otherwise occupied’ for the night, I again got to spend time with Logan. Sooooo, I may have been initially wrong in how I might feel about stepbrother, maybe, at the moment, stepbrother.

It seems Logan’s father is pretty demanding of him, why would he treat his son like that, is he really such an ass of a man that he needs to control everything around him.

Lexi has been so good to me, and we have a good friendship now, so I am happy I am at least not the only girl here, well girl around my age that is.

With too many days that have gone by in a daze since pappa’s death, I have felt so out of reality with all the changes I have had to deal with, and now I don’t feel like it is going to improve, I don’t understand, I feel like I am not in control of my own life.

Deciding I needed a snack I head to the Palace kitchen; I know I will always find something sweet for a snack. The head cook was having some of her girl’s making cupcakes, slices and brownies for the last couple of days, I guess that means lucky me, there is sure to be a whole tray full of extras. Smiling broadly, I walk in smiling at the staff.

I know that His Lordship would never grace the kitchen with his presence, that would be beneath him, he probably hasn’t even been in the kitchen of his own place of residence.

With the thought of him, my memory goes back to the conversation about Lycans and behaviours that their mates can portray to them. I have noticed that mamma is definitely not as bold here as she is in Uncle Red’s pack, I thought initially that it was because she was trying to get into his good graces after he found out about me.

With many thoughts about things going on in my own life I probably haven’t put as much stock into mamma’s situation. I guess that changes today! When I see mamma later, I am going to get some answers.

I know I want to have a word with Uncle Red about our family history, after the few snippets of things I have heard since being here I want to know more. I think it might be time to have another call with Luna Mamma Lexi, I think I may have to revisit what I call her, now that I have Lexi in my life it could get a little tricky. The thought makes me chuckle.

Before I allow myself to sink into a slump today, I decide to give Katie a call, we haven’t spoken for a few days, we have text, generally we are texting all day and night, she knows all my emotions, so I don’t always feel as alone, her text’s usually making me smile, even if it was only fleetingly or internally.

With an apple in hand, my ear buds pumping out my favourite tunes while I find a spot to sit and eat my apple while I ring Katie, and maybe I will see if Mamma Lexi might be able to talk for a little.

Leaning back against the tree, now finished with my call with Katie, I always feel sad and alone when I get off the phone from her, I’m sure that she feels the same, but I would rather be there, I could get an Uncle Red dad hug, just the thought warms me, and then again, the wash of loneliness.

Roused from my quiet contemplation by my mother’s voice, looking up I see her walking with fervour toward me, her face is somewhat unreadable.

“Morghan! Morghan honey, can you hear me?” I hear her words, although I don’t say anything to start with, this would be the first time I have seen mamma walking around without his Lordship, outside at that!

“Yes mamma, I can hear you. What’s up?” I get to my feet before she gets to me, her eyes looking me up and down. “You need to change baby, Logan will be home soon,” I looked at her confused, knowing that I had only spent time with him over the last twenty-four hours, I managed to say nothing about that, but I certainly wouldn’t be concerning myself with changing.

“Mamma, I don’t need to change, this is how I look, jeans and a t-shirt, if I need to, I will chuck a nice hoodie with it.” My words causing her to have a face that looked a little like fear, worry and concern. If it is going to bother me so much, I can change into some slacks perhaps.

“MORGHAN!” mamma’s voice loud and shrill as she chastises me, then looks around quickly ensuring that we don’t have any witnesses. Her sigh of relief causes me to look at her quizzically.

“Mamma, wanna explain? And I want to know why when you were the one to control things with pappa and me, but with his Lordship, well you are the biggest submissive, what is going on? Is he hurting you mamma?” my question had her eyes snapping up to meet mine like lightning.

“NO! No, he is not, and you must not say things like that, I need you to get along with him, he is my Fated Mate, he won’t hurt me, not ever.” Her tone and words say belief, but her body language is something so much different.

“Okay, then why do I have to change, and what is the big deal with Logan coming home? There was no party for me, why all the attention, is he ‘daddy’s little boy’? I am his stepsister, and I don’t particularly feel the need to dress all flashy around him, I am just a part of the family, I don’t need his approval, mamma I am a strong she-wolf, I am not going to just back down, or give into his Lordships every whim.” Again, mamma’s face gives off a different look than the rest of her body.

I look back at mamma after looking at the Palace I can feel mamma’s anxiety, she is really worried about me not doing what is needed.

Maybe this time I will give in, and she cannot stress as much, but she will need to tell me what is going on. “Mamma, I will come in and change, only for this time! I’m not doing this at the master’s demands, he can suck it!” I finish my words; take mamma’s hand and we walked back to the Palace in reasonable silence.

Mamma leaves me to go to my room and change, and when we get to the guesthouse I make my way inside, opening my bedroom door I find she has laid out a new dress and shoes, while the shoes are sort of okay, I will never wear this dress after today, with a wicked thought I decide perhaps it’s not so bad, I can make this work. Goddess, that means she was in the guesthouse.

Grabbing some things from the bathroom I make some adjustments and get to work ‘fixing’ my new dress. When I am done feeling pleased with myself, I maintained the most part of the dress, left some of the tule that was an overlay, cutting it short like mini-skirt short, with the length underneath not needing five layers, so I removed a couple and then I got to work making my dress mine.

Finishing just in time as my mother knocks on the door. “Morghan, honey are you ready? I will walk back in with you.” Mamma’s words coming through the door. “It’s okay Mamma, I can meet you up there.” I tell her, just wanting to check my appearance over once more. Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I make my way to the door.

When I open the door, I see my mamma standing there looking hopeful, she is rubbing her hands together, making things more concerning, when she looks up she is, iiiissss, um, well I am not sure what her face is saying, then I notice, the new band on her hand.