PEONY CRIMSON’S POV"It never fails to amaze me how far Xavier would go for you," Gloria said as she turned the next page of the ancient book in her hands. She yawned, then looked at me and propped up her chin. Boredom floated in the library lower level’s air for the last fifteen minutes. To tell you the truth, I had almost forgotten what I was looking for amongst all these musty-smelling old pages. Still I could get ahold of myself and continued to comb through each paragraph with hope in my grasp. "I know. Even after all this, he doesn't demand anything of me, just wants me to go back to him and that's exactly what I'm going to do." I decided to take a break from reading by resting my head on the table."I'm sure Rose, Jasmine and Violet like Xavier more than their real papa."Since I witnessed their interactions and the vibe that existed between them. Compared to how my triplets behaved around Xander, that was a big difference. They knew Xander was their biological father, but
PEONY CRIMSON'S POV"I don't know what you're talking about." I denied with a half-hearted grin, "You know that is impossible. I mean, Violet is a werewolf, there’s no way for her to use magic."Arms crossed over her chest, Azalea smiled. She looked at me, as if she could read the lies smeared on my face, and cocked her head. To add to the countless list of things I didn't like about her, there were moments when I detested how perceptive her green eyes were when talking to me."Really? After you saw that with your own eyes? Didn't know you were THAT ignorant." Her tone was cold as ice. Emily's growl rumbled in my chest, resonating up to my throat."Watch your mouth!" I barked, refusing to give her a real answer. "Maybe there's another explanation you can come up with."She shook her head. "I don't, except she can wield magic. We should talk about this as well as I need to examine her more."I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, laughing blandly. Never once did I think that she car
PEONY CRIMSON’S POVI closed the book in a muffled 'bam!' sound, then placed it on the table. Though I almost called it off, I forced myself to go back to the library as soon as Rose, Jasmine and Violet recovered."It's as if someone kidnapped Violet's true self and replaced it with her current one. She's so different. What should I do?" I asked Gloria.The spine of the book she was reading stood facing me. Her face was concealed from sight. I massaged the bridge of my nose. I thought back to this morning when Violet reiterated that she wouldn't back out of the magic class Azalea had promised. Despite her persistence, she was still my daughter.I scratched my hair."It's not a good idea to do too many experiments on her, right? I'm sure it's because of how I feel. What other option do I have?"The surroundings fell into silence. At this level, silence was a friend. I frowned. I'd been babbling for the past half hour but hadn't heard Gloria's response at all."Do you hear me?" I ran
PEONY CRIMSON'S POV "Please tell Xander I appreciate all of this," I said, curving a smile at Annabeth.Xander kept his promise, so this morning Annabeth came to the cottage with three bottles of golden-circled wine and two jars of lemon cookies for me. Well, considering he took the wine for no reason last night, it was only fitting that he did this. "Is everything okay?" asked Annabeth, her tone sprinkled with worry. "Why not?" I asked back."I don't know... Between you and the Alpha..." She held back her next words hesitantly.I laughed blandly. Recalled last night's conversation between me and him and how all of a sudden we didn't at each other's throat. I realized that we successfully had a civil talk even for a brief moment. "Oh, no, we're good, I guess. No need to think about it," I assured Annabeth. I wasn't her Luna anymore, so it wasn't her job to worry about me. Though I really appreciated her concern. "Fine, then."After Annabeth returned to the Packhouse, I found Glor
PEONY CRIMSON'S POV "So, you went on a date? How was that?"I was leaning on the edge of the counter when Gloria got into the kitchen at noon, just waking up. My daughters had gone to the Tower, so it was just both of us at the cottage. A perfect timing to brought up this topic.I noticed the color pink blossoming on her cheeks for the first time. She gave a bashful, adolescent-girl smile while twirling her hair. I blinked, fearing I could have seen something else. "Well, it was alright. No, it was wonderful! He took me around the villages, the bars, and certainly we ended up on his bed. He knew what he was doing. So... I'm satisfied." Her eyes lit up, sparkling with joy. I squeezed my arm, feeling a little bad about opposing her choice. For as long as I've known her, I'd never judged who and what kind of man she brought into her bed. Gloria and her free spirit could not be controlled except by her own will. But this time, I really had to stop her."Sounds like he's a nice guy. Do
PEONY CRIMSON'S POVGloria remained absent for the entire day. When I went to the Tower, I couldn't find her anywhere. Azalea claimed to be uninformed about Killian's plan, but just as you'd expect from her, she ended up siding with her motherfucker of a brother.With everything going on, I ended up in the garden next to the cottage at midnight. I sat alone on a long wooden chair facing the fountain. It was pitch black all around me, with only a small lantern I found in the shed to light up the surroundings. The sound of the water gurgling like a classical melody comforted me. That didn't really work so I brought a bottle of wine with me.Oh, Goddess, I wasn’t acting like myself."I wonder who lit the lantern here, it was you."I jumped and almost pulled out my claws in shock. Xander was standing close by me before I even realized it—and I didn't hear a footstep. My nose sniffed the air. At that time his scent was overpowering."Why did you come? And why aren't you in the packhouse?"
XANDER ALVERIUS'S POV She let out a heavy sigh worth of the world's weight. Her eyes closed for a few seconds. When they opened, those clear eyes twinkled softly. She tilted her head, sarcastic as ever, "Who are you and what did you do to Alpha Xander?" "I mean it, Peony!" I couldn't help but get huffy. Those shoulders were initially tense and gradually relaxed. In the soft glow of the garden lamps, her eyes sparkled like stars, reflecting a depth I was once swimming in. The perfect nose I used to pinch because it was so freaking fun to see her pout. Her face was soft against the moonlight. And the rosy pink lips that I once kissed wholeheartedly. I never thought she was unlovely when in fact it was the opposite. She twisted her body from side to side to fix her seat. Her subtle movement put an end to my reverie. She pulled out a mini notepad and pen from her pocket. Shit, why would she bring that? "Let's make a pact. No more arguments or quarrels, and you must support or ac
XANDER ALVERIUS'S POV "I don't see their Mama," I said to Darriel. "She stopped coming because she couldn't bear to watch the training. Or so that is what Mrs. Willick said." I nodded. It had been two weeks since I started bonding with my daughters. I could say that everything went according to my plan. Peony was right. My daughters had never known me in their six years of life, and it was time to rectify that. From the articles I read, girls who didn’t grow up showered with a father's love were vulnerable to emotional scars. Stuart and Darriel didn't hold it against me for my new activities. Unlike Azalea who thought this was a bad idea, they willingly took over my work when I was with my daughters. I felt a surge of warmth in my chest as my time with Rose, Jasmine, and Violet increased. My new source of joy was my girls' laughter and smiles. They were also useful in keeping my temper in check. Somehow, they could never enrage me in the slightest. They could burn the packhou