Chapter 119


    Chapter 119: Secret Fiancee


    Edrick


    The sad look on Moana’s face that night broke my heart. I wasn’t nning in the slightest to make Kelly


    my wife, even if I only made her my fake wife. But even as I reassured Moana that she wouldn’t have


    anything to worry about, she still didn’t seem to believe me. How could I tell her that I wasn’t nning


    on making anyone my wife, real or fake? Even though I knew that Moana was my fated mate, I had still


    grown up seeing how horrible my father was to my mother. I could only see how marriage and mate


    bond made my mother miserable.


    But the way that she looked that night made me wonder otherwise.


    I didn’t know if I could make Moana my real wife… But I still couldn’t help but wonder if I could find a


    way to make her realize that she didn’t have to worry.


    I wasn’t going to marry anyone else if it wasn’t going to be Moana.


    …


    The next morning, I woke up before Moana. We slept in her bedroom that night, so I quietly slipped out


    and made my way over to my own room to get ready for work. I had stopped caring whether the maids


    or the housekeeper found out that Moana and I were sleeping together at this point; after the fact that


    we slept together all day and all night after the incident with the Rogues, I was almost entirely certain


    that they all knew anyway. In fact, I was fairly certain that they all knew before then, when we used to


    sleep together, but they were just too polite to mention it. Now, however, I didn’t care whether they


    knew or not. In a way, Moana was bing thedy of the house. She was the mother of my child,


    after all. Even if we didn’t have any sort of rtionship behind closed doors, I expected the servants to


    treat her like thedy of the house, especially now that I knew that she was a werewolf.


    As I got dressed, I couldn’t help but feel refreshed. My fever had passed already after our first night of


    sleeping together, and every subsequent night after that only made me feel even more rested. I really


    did need Moana by my side to sleep, which was only even more proof that there was something


    incredibly special about her. She had some sort of special ability to calm people; not only had I seen it


    first hand with myself, but I had seen how well she pacified children. Even Selina had mentioned how


    easily Moana had seemed to calm down E on the day of her interview after E had sessfully


    scared away every other potential nanny.


    In fact, E’s entire demeanor had softened since Moana arrived. E was always a sweet girl, but


    before Moana came into our lives, she always had a harsh side to her. She was a lot like me, and


    always had a bit of a temper when things didn’t go her way — and, admittedly, I spoiled her quite a lot,


    which led to a lot of tantrums. However, as soon as Moana began living with us, E was nothing short


    of sweet and mild-mannered. At first I thought she was just happy to finally have a motherly figure living


    in the apartment, but over time I began to realize that it wasn’t just that. Moana was special, and there


    was no doubt about it now. As I got dressed, I knew that I would have to do my own research soon to


    find out whether she was the Golden Wolf or not.


    After eating a quick breakfast, I headed downstairs and made my way to work. There was even a bit of


    a smile on my face as I drove after sleeping so well, despite the fact that Moana was upset with me.


    But I knew that she wouldn’t be mad at me anymore after today; I didn’t know how exactly I would


    soften her attitude toward me just yet, but I knew that things would be better after today.


    When I arrived at the WereCorp headquarters, there were reporters outside. There were always


    reporters outside, trying to interview myself or other employees on the business’s secrets, but today


    there were far more than usual. I felt a lump rise in my throat as I parked, knowing what was going to


    happen next. I could only sit there in my car for a few minutes, breathing deeply in preparation for the


    onught of questions I was about to receive.


    Finally, once I had worked up my nerve, I grabbed my briefcase and stepped out of my car.


    Almost as soon as I did, reporters began to swarm me and barrage me with questions and shing


    camera lights.


    “Mr. Morgan!” one reporter yelled. “Do you have any exnation for your appearance in the hospital


    the other day? Why were you covered in mud? Who was the mystery woman with you, and was it the


    same woman you were spotted with at lunch!”


    “Mr Morgan!” another reporter shouted as I put my head down and tried to get to the front doors. “What


    about your close family friend, Kelly? Is she really just a friend, or something more? Is it true that you


    have a daughter with her? If so, why have you hidden your daughter from the public?”


    I sighed and kept walking, just trying to keep my head down and not be blinded by the shing lights. I


    was used to this sort of onught right now, and normally had no problems ignoring the press and just


    getting to where I needed to go, but when I saw the news station crew running toward me with a


    camera and their reporter at the front, blocking the door to the headquarters so I couldn’t get past, I


    knew there would be no escape now.


    “Mr. Morgan!” the news reporter said with a stic grin as she blocked my way, no matter how hard I


    tried to get around her. “Do you have anyments on the recent spection? Who is this mystery


    woman, and what is your connection to her?”


    Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt myself bing overwhelmed by all of the noise and the lights,


    and it eventually slipped out; the very thing that I had been hoping to wait on until Moana’s wolf


    emerged fully.


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    “The red-haired woman is my fiancee,” I blurted out into the reporter’s microphone, my brain in such a


    state of anxiety that I hardly even realized what I was saying. “She is the mother of my eight-year-old


    daughter, and we have another baby on the way.”


    The reporters gasped. More lights shed, but I used it as an opportunity to push my way through the


    crowd. Finally, the WereCorp security guards came to my rescue and flung open the doors, ushering


    me inside before the reporters caught up.


    I didn’t realize until a few minutester that I had announced Moana as not only my fiancee, but also


    the mother of two of my children.


    And yet, I somehow didn’t mind at all.