Chapter 51


    51 Luke POV


    Luke.


    A FEW HOURS AGO.


    I had just finished training and was about to hang out with Caleb when we got a call that our father was


    in the hospital. Stacy had called her son and was rambling on the phone. We abandoned our ns and


    rushed to the hospital. By the time we got there, our father was asleep. The doctor said he would be


    okay and had just suffered from severe shock. “What happened?” Caleb asked his mother.


    “Tell Luke to ask his bitch of a wife what she did,” she shot back, and I wondered how Tia could have a


    hand in this, and that was when Monica spoke up. “She told Uncle Aesop in my presence that aunty


    Stacy was robbing everyone to pay off a ckmailer that had been ckmailing her for Twenty-three


    years, and because of that, she does not trust me to work in the corp. She made sure they fired me for


    it,” she said.


    “Luke, you promised…” Stacy said to me, looking hurt and angry. “What happened before she said all


    that. I know Tia wouldn’t have volunteered the information like that,” I said, and Monica took a while


    before answering.


    “Uncle Aesop wanted me to move up and work with Gail now that you were no longer there, and she


    refused,” Monica said, and Caleb shook his head.


    “That can’t be all. Something must have pushed her to speak. I have known Tia for years and she


    wouldn’t volunteer the information like that,” Caleb said,ing to her defence. “This bitch almost killed


    your father, and you two are defending her?” Stacy said, and I got angry.


    “No, Stacy, you are the one that almost killed him. If you hadn’t kept this from him initially, it would not


    have hit him the hard. I can understand what my father experienced. If Tia kept a secret from me that


    long and I had to hear it from someone else, I would react the same. me yourself and no one else,” I


    said, and she pped me hard across the face. She was about to send the next one when I held her


    hand in a bone-crushing grip.


    I looked her dead in the eyes.


    “Don’t you ever do that again, Stacy! Next time I would not look at the fact that you are family. I will deal


    with you ordingly. Never again should you raise your filthy thieving hand at me, “I said with so much


    authority that she began to shake with fear. “Please, Luke, let her go. She is sorry, and she won’t do it


    again,” Caleb said, pleading on her behalf, but I held on. “The next time you speak of my wife


    disrespectfully again, I will deal with you, and the same goes for your niece. Be warned,” I said, and she


    began to cry; I let her hand go. “Monster!” she yelled at me, “Aesop will never treat me like this!” she


    said, weeping, and Monica held her.


    “You asked for it, mother,” Caleb said, sounding indifferent towards her. I doubted my brother would ever


    forgive his mother for what she did. If Tia and I weren’t in love, I might have let go so he could be happy


    with her. His love was genuine. It wasn’t what I thought initially. He truly cared about Tia. He was the one


    that was in love with her. It was easy for my wife to steal a man’s heart before he even knew it. I hoped


    he would move on one day. The anger he felt towards his mother was because he lost Tia. We waited a


    bit in the hospital until my father woke up, and we followed him home. I used that opportunity to shower


    and change my clothes in my wing. My father told me what had transpired and how he had threatened


    Tia before she decided to tell him the real reason why she did not want Monica working with Gail.


    ording to him, Tia said she wanted someone she could hold ountable and punish without bias.


    She wasn’tfortable with Monica because Stacy had money issues, and someone had been


    ckmailing her for twenty-Three years. She said she has proof of the recent two years’ transfers to an


    offshore shellpany. My father told me the fact that Stacy could keep such a thing from him was wha


    upset, and it wasn’t Tia that fired Monica; he was the one. “That girl is a tough cookie. I am d she is


    your wife, Luke. She will be a powerful Luna. Our country and pack have never had one that strong; I am


    so proud of her. She did not let me intimidate her, and she was bold ready to damn the consequence.


    Above all, she loves you dearly. I can see your ‘Vacation’ is doing wonders in your marriage; all that


    remains now are pups”, he said with a smile. Caleb was there when my father spoke, and I knew he was


    upset, but there was nothing anyone could do about it. Tia was my wife, and it would always be that way


    until death separates us. I called Gail to email Stacy’s bank statements.


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    I was so proud of Tia, but I needed to punish her for shocking my father like that without thinking of the


    health implications it would have. It wasn’t going to kill him because he was a wolf, but it would have


    made him sick a bit. I thought of spanking her a bit, but I did not know if she would like it, so I opted to


    torture her with orgasms. Tia loved her orgasms, and that was precisely what I would use. I worked on


    myself before leaving the mansion. I did not want to cum too soon. She was so hot that I knew I would


    want her when I started. Working on myself would buy me time before I lose control. It will buy time, the


    time I need to work on her.


    AND NOW.


    Tia and I went back to sleep after eating the sandwich and talking about what had transpired. We woke


    up a bitte, and we had to get ready in a hurry. The Wilsons were looking at us funny, and I couldn’t


    me them; I made Tia scream a lot of things in bed the night before and thinking about everything I


    made her say made me smile. Igged behind, so I could watch my wife walk towards the car. She had a


    perfect ass and curves in the right ce. I was blessed. She wore a short dress that buttoned all the way


    up in the front. I imagined what I could do to her while wearing that dress. It was official now; whenever


    we were together, she wore skirts and dresses and only wore trousers when alone or going out on her


    own. I didn’t make it a rule, but it just happened like that to suit our lifestyle.


    I sped, and we got to the Maison in no time. Tia became nervous when we arrived, and I understood her


    fears. Stacy was vicious and a handful. I pulled Tia close and squeezed her tight.


    “I am here, Tia,” I told her, and she nodded.


    “I am just sick and tired of them,” she said, and I held her to my chest at the door and patted her back.


    My father said hurtful words to her no matter what he told me; he meant what he said; he just didn’t


    expect she would push back. The stress the family was giving Tia was too much. How could she


    conceive under such pressure? I knew deep down that Tia held it together because she didn’t doubt my


    love for her; if not, she might have cracked, or he might have seeded. All this had to stop. I was tired


    of the purchased part they kept bringing up all the time, and after the whole Stacy matter was addressed,


    I will address the issue.