Alpha Michael's POV; I rushed into the warehouse, breaking through doors and pushing past pipes that leaned against the wall before I got to a door. I looked around, searching for any wrench to pull the metal latch from the door but I found nothing. In frustration, I began to walk around, searching for anything available to use. I caught a metal bat resting on the wall at the side and quickly picked it up, hoping it was going to help. It did. I was able to unlatch the door. The room was pitch black but I could hear the cries of the little children in the room. I took out my phone and turned on the torchlight to see them both huddled in the corner. "Oh, thank God!" I cried and rushed over to them. They had ropes tied around their hands and legs and their mouths were clamped shut with tapes. I fell to my knees right before them, untying it until they were free before I pulled them both into my arms. "You're safe. You both are safe. Don't worry about anything

Alpha Michael's POV: After she took them in, I felt slightly terrible that she didn't even acknowledge me or show any form of appreciation. Of course, I had messed up terribly in the past by throwing her and the kids and maybe this was just me paying for my sins. But I'd expected some form of acknowledgement and she hadn't given me that. To be honest, it had really hurt terribly and instead of going back to my chambers, I'd grabbed a bottle of cognac and a glass mug, walked back out of the Palace to the courtyard before taking a seat by the fountain and pouring myself a glass. I leaned back into the large statue and continued to drink while looking up into the skies. The divorce papers. We were yet to find it. Telling anyone I'd lost the file containing my divorce papers would think me stupid. A search was still ongoing but it didn't seem like something that was going to be fruitful. I'd given my second Investigator a call and they had been unable to find anythin

Catherine's POV: "Julia!" I called at the top of my voice before pushing out of the lounge chair I was seated on. She'd been playing with Jason who was still concentrating on the Lego house he was building before the flutters of a bird's wings pulled her attention. And now, she was on her feet, going in the direction of the open gates of the pool and not even watching her steps as her only focus was on the bird. I let the book fall to the chair before I hurried over to where she stood and pulled her out of the way before she could dive right into the water. "Julia!" I cried, breathing heavily. "You nearly fell into the water." She clutched her puppet to her chest, her eyes still trained on the bird that seemed to be more concerned about pecking the tree trunk than a little girl who was intrigued by it. "That's a woodpecker. I've only ever seen it in cartoons. I want to hold it." She turned to look at me, her lips forming a pout. Sighing, I place my hand on

Catherine's POV: The kids are asleep now and it is really late and somehow, I can't sleep. I don't want to admit to it but I know I am still awake because I am waiting for Michael to return. At the sound of gates opening, I find myself sitting up awake and checking to see if he's the one but he isn't and once again, I remain in bed, watching the ceiling and waiting for him to finally return but he doesn't. At exactly ten o'clock, I heard the familiar sound of his car door being pulled open. Pushing to my feet, I hurried out of the room, wondering why I was so excited for his return when I wanted to have nothing to do with him. I stood by the door, watching as his car cruised to a halt and he stepped out. He had bags in his hand and he shut the door to his car before turning and making his way towards the porch. When he got close to the door, he stopped to speak with one of the guards at the door and like he sensed me, his eyes darted over to me and the small smi

Catherine's POV: I had gotten a text message from Doctor John this morning, asking for us to meet at one of the coffee shops close by because he had something important to tell me. That message had gone un-replied for hours and I blocked the thought out, engaging myself in other activities like making it a point of duty to take care of the children and serve them breakfast. Jason had been so happy when he woke up to his new Lego plastics. It had him extremely elated and he had talked about nothing but hai Lego until Julia yelled at him to keep shut. It had been awkward and amusing at the same time but I chose to keep quiet, knowing fully well that she was that way because she had gotten a Barbie doll which she hated so terribly. I knew my daughter and I knew that she cared for Michael because she wouldn't have gotten so mad that Jason had gotten the perfect gift while she got something she terribly hated. It was my duty to make her see the good in him. She was a