FATED TO THE LYCAN TRIPLETS

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MORGAN POV

I look at my mother incredulously, not sure if I should say anything or not. "Morghan! what did you do to your dress?!" the words definitely not said with joy.

"I know! Don't you just love it? I do, it's so me, thanks though, I wouldn't have seen it if you hadn't chosen such a stuck-up poufy dress." I said all pleasant and smiling but my words drip with sarcasm.

Mother is watching me then, watching me closely, I can see She is not sure what

to say." Mamma, since when did you want me to be a stuck-up brat with a pretentious wardrobe full of satin, tulle, and ribbons." I know she knows what

I am talking about.

She looks defeated, liker this worries her, she has never not given me an argument about the being myself argument, being individual papa used to always stick up for me making sure that mamma always let me be me.

“Mamma, your arguments might work if I was still a little girl, but I have just turned old enough to find my mate, so I sort of have my style ingrained in me now.” Who knows what she is thinking now, her face isn’t giving anything away.

Before we have a chance to say anything further, we are interrupted, mamma froze at the sound of a throat clearing, I pause before looking toward the man who made the noise.

“Ladies, Good Afternoon, I am Logan, it’s nice to meet you, may I escort you both to father’s office?” his words warm and polite, very different to his father, his boyish grin making him look, well, yum!

I shake my head, I shouldn’t think these things. “I am Morgan, and this is My mother, Daniella.”

Logan presents both his elbows for us to take as he escorts us from the Guest- house to the Palace and further to his Lordship’s office.

Smiling at me Logan says “Morgan, I love your dress, you certainly have a....., shall I say, unique style.” Mother groans at his words, and Logan gives me a wink, his action makes me smile and a few stubborn butterfly’s wiz around my stomach.

When we get to his Lordships office Logan pauses, he looks at mamma, “Would you like to go in first, perhaps he may appreciate a few minutes with you before the day changes and gets rushed and busy.” He says looking at her with a genuine smile.

Mamma nods, thanks him, gives me a different smile knocks and enters. “That was nice of you, she is going to love you.” I say, he blushes, like it’s not as bad as when I blush, but sits there. He smiles, this time he looks like a little boy.

“So what’s with the Monkey suit and this whole dress up for your return home? Do you think you are Royalty or something?” Once I’ve said the words they are out there, I look down knowing he actually is royalty. He chuckles and says “I know right, so rude of me!”

With our laughter helping to relax the situation, the two of us still linked together by our arms, when the door to the office opens. His Lordship taking in the sight before him, I didn’t miss the once over he gave me as he indicated for us to move inside, we do and the door closes firmly behind us. If we were in a Movie this would be where the teenagers get killed.

I try so very hard not to voice my words but Oh My Goddess it is hard, so very hard. I attempt to pull my arm back from Logan’s but he doesn't let me, instead, besides the tightening of his arm to his body trapping mine there, then he uses his other hand to place it on my forearm, patting my arm. I will have words with him about that later. His Lordship smiles at Logan obviously pleased at his actions.

Narrowing my eyes at him, his smirk just grinds my gears a little more, mother is standing just behind his Lordship, her intent to be his dutiful little wife, even though I see it as he is her little submissive, she won’t say anything now, I am sure. I watch as we are all waiting to see what the man himself is going to say.

Thankfully he speaks and advises us of the ‘schedule’ for the afternoon, a dang schedule, what is wrong with this man, a schedule for the afternoon, like seriously???

So, it now seems he has decided that we are going out for dinner and then we will be doing something at the Council, it sounds so stimulating. Deciding that I need my phone, my earbuds and now I am definitely going to have words with my mother. I am on holidays, why do I have to do this bullshit? Isn’t it bad enough that I have to move clear across the country, leaving my me behind, and no desire to have a new family, new stepbrothers, no, just no.

I’m ready to say oh so much, mamma notices my body language and the ticking in my jaw, that accompanied by my eyes darkening. Her face pleads with me wanting me to stay quiet. Standing she walks to beside me, picking up my hand, holding it quite tightly; I try to retrieve my hand back, throwing her a wicked look over my shoulder.

“Morghan sweetie, do you need to collect your purse, phone and belongings and things for our afternoon out? Don’t forget a sweater.” She is being sly herself, now I am even more curious. “Perhaps you might like me to come with you?” oh, oh no, no, now I get it, she is trying to quieten me. Not this time Mrs Daniella Lordes! I still have my ace up my sleeve, so now I will use it.

“Oh, na, thanks mamma, I think you and my new stepdaddy have something to discuss too, don’t you mum?” I realise the slather of sarcasm when his Lordship looks up still retaining his focus and conversation on Logan, I squeeze her hand back, equally as firmly, using my thumb to rub across her finger on the underside, over the new band I saw, now feel there, at the same time Logan’s hand that is over mine squeezes a little more firmly too.

Maybe it was mamma’s gasp that caught the attention of our conversation, me getting the sly look from her husband, but she should have spoken to me, hell they should have spoken to us, they shouldn’t have run away like children. Who does that these days?? Really???

I manage not to respond other than again attempting to extract myself from Logan’s arm, which mind you I was still unable to do. “Morghan, would you like me to come with you?” my mother’s words sickly sweet behind me.

Before I have a chance to say a word Logan speaks instead. “Oh, not at all Ms Daniella, please allow me, I will escort Miss Morghan to the Guesthouse then I will bring her to garage to the SUV ready to go to dinner.” His smile giving my mother the assurance she needs to know that he will take care of this for her. Like really?

More irritated now, I cant help myself when Logan ‘escorts’ me from the room, I pull away from him and turn, looking him dead in the face, moving slightly closer, he needs to know I am serious! “First Mr Logan,” I start poking his chest with my finger, and all sassy like, “I don’t take kindly to control tactics” another poke, “Second, I do not appreciate being lied to.” I say adding another poke before I turn and storm away from him.

“Morghan, wait,” he starts as he jogs up next to me, grabbing for my hand I pull away again sharply and continue walking. “Okay, Miss Morghan!” his words stop me in my tracks, I turn about to say more and when I do, he is right behind me, like if he was any closer our bodies would be touching. I frown at him hiding my surprise and lack of words. His smirk quickly schooled but I saw it, jerk! Me being me, I am not moving though.

“I am not sure what you mean by control tactics, I did not mean to do that at all, I was however trying to let you know I have your back, but for the minute just hold back saying anything, and I know that I have not lied to you about anything you have asked me about, so I am not understanding, care to explain?” his las few words were said with a cocky questioning tone.

For a change I make the decision to take a moment and think my answer through, I need to regain my control here. “Well, then I am sorry, I thought you were doing the same as mamma, and” I don’t miss the irritation that he now wears on his….. his….. handsome face. “Mamma is wearing a wedding band! That is what there night away was about, wasn’t it?” I say tears flowing down my cheeks.

His only word holds so much, as his eyes tell me he is pissed “What?!!!”