Chapter 207


    Chapter 207: Stubborn


    Edrick


    Moana really could be far too stubborn for her own good sometimes.


    At first, I thought that we wereing to an understanding; she seemed to be on the same


    page as me when we discussed the dangers of not having security to keep an eye on her.


    When I told her that she would need to have a bodyguard in her ssroom in case anything


    happened, however, her reaction was full of unnecessary anger. Of course I expected her to be


    upset, but I thought that she at least understood the reasons behind why it was so important.


    There was a possibility that she could shift unexpectedly while she was teaching and cause


    mayhem. There was also a possibility that if my father or anyone else who wanted the Golden


    Wolf dead found out that she was the Golden Wolf, someone coulde and try to hurt her.


    Nowhere was safe, and it didn’t matter if she was teaching in the middle of the day in broad


    daylight. If someone wanted her dead, it would be too easy to get the job done unless she had


    someone by her side to keep her safe. Why couldn’t she just understand that?


    Maybe I was a little too harsh when I told her that I would take her away to the mountain estate,


    but it was the first thing that came to my mind, and it was the truth. If she couldn’tply and


    at least attempt to have some sort of sense of self preservation here, then we would need to


    leave the city after all. She had two choices: live with the fact that she would need a bodyguard


    in her ssroom for the foreseeable future and stay in the city where she could keep her job


    and E could continue to go to school, or refuse to have a bodyguard in her ssroom and go


    to live with me at the mountain estate. There was no in-between.


    When I told her that she had no choice, however, Moana got even more angry. Her face got red


    and she clenched her fists at her sides angrily, ring at me with her green eyes. “If something


    happens, I can handle mys—”


    “Oh, can you?” I growled. “Just like how you almost got yourself and my daughter killed just a couple of


    weeks ago? Hm? What about your supposed ability to protect yourself then?”


    Both of us fell silent. Moana stared at me for several seconds in disbelief; admittedly, I did feel a little


    bad for my choice of wording, but I was telling the truth. I was forgiving of Moana, and I knew that she


    had been skillfully manipted into trying to run away, but I was still wary about her decisions. I needed


    to keep my daughter, my mate, and my unborn child safe.


    Moana opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again and suddenly stormed out. A few


    momentster, I heard her bedroom door m shut.


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    I cursed under my breath and whirled around to walk over to my desk, where I angrily plopped myself


    down into my chair and let out an audible groan while I buried my face in my hands.


    Why did she need to be so stubborn? Why was it that these sorts of things always devolved into an


    argument, even when I was just trying to help her? Was it me? Was I the problem?


    Sighing, I sank further down into my chair and rubbed my eyes exhaustedly.


    “Was I too harsh?” I asked my wolf.


    “Maybe a little,” he responded. “It wasn’t her fault that she got manipted. You know how Olivia is.”


    I sighed again. “I know that,” I replied, not caring if I spoke out loud. “It’s just that…”


    Suddenly, I heard my door creak open. I looked up from my hands to see E standing in the doorway


    with a pout and with her arms folded across her chest. “Hey, Princess,” I said gently. “Is everything


    okay?”


    E stared at me for a moment. She was still in her school uniform; we hadn’t even had dinner yet, and


    Moana was already furious with me. No doubt that E heard our argument, too.


    “You made Moana cry,” E growled.


    My eyes widened slightly. “I did?” I asked. I didn’t mean to make her cry. I was just telling her the truth.


    But before I could say that, E suddenly stormed up to me and grabbed me by the sleeve with a fiery


    look in her eyes. She yanked on me angrily and took a step back while still holding my sleeve in her


    little hand.


    “Come on,” she said, her voice firm for such a little girl, almost as though she was a small adult. “You


    need to apologize.”


    “I need to apologize?” I asked with a chuckle. Maybe Moana needed to apologize first, I thought


    to myself. She was the one who got so angry with me that she stormed in here as soon as she


    got home from work and dragged me into my study to fight with me.


    “Daddy!” E shouted, stamping her foot on the floor angrily. “Apologize to Moana now for


    making her cry! She’s my mom now and I don’t like it when you make her sad!”


    As E spoke, my eyes went even wider. E had referred to Moana as her mom. I hadn’t heard


    her mention that before, although now that I thought of it, Moana had just mentioned that E


    told everyone that Moana was her mom at school. The thought of it created a sudden warmth in


    my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile a bit.


    Suddenly, during my moment of weakness, E dragged me to my feet. As she dragged me out


    of my study and toward Moana’s room, I didn’t resist. She then dragged me over to Moana’s


    room, unceremoniously shoved me inside, and mmed the door behind me.


    Moana was sitting up on the bed. We stared at each other for a few moments in shocked


    silence, and during those moments I realized that E was right; Moana had been crying. Her


    eyes looked red and puffy, and her cheeks had a slight sheen to them from the tears. She


    seemed to be trying to hide it, but I could tell right away. And the instant I saw that she had


    been crying, I realized that I had been far too harsh on her earlier. I shouldn’t have said those


    things; I didn’t mean any of them. I never wanted to make Moana cry.


    “I’m sorry,” I whispered, taking a tentative step forward. “I didn’t mean it.”


    Moana said nothing. She just looked up at me with those reddened eyes with their emerald


    green irises. Her lower lip was quivering slightly, and she bit it to make it stop. Now, more than


    ever, I wanted to hold her and kiss her all over. I took another tentative step forward, taking in


    the way that her red hair was messed up from crying into her pillow, and felt an ache in my


    chest as I realized just how much of a jerk I had been.


    Still, Moana said nothing. But then, without a word, she just held her arms out for me.