Book 2 Chapter 35


    Lexi''s POV.


    I unlock the door and kick my shoes off.


    What a day.


    Helping bring twins into the world has really taken it out of me, thank God it wasn''t me giving birth.


    I involuntarily shiver at the thought.


    Thank the Moon Goddess I''ve had my children now.


    All four of them.


    I make my way to the kitchen and set my bag on the ind, deciding to make myself a cup of tea whilst


    I wait for Rixon to get home, being a pack doctor really takes it out of you.


    I fill the kettle and flip the switch, leaning back against the counter whilst I wait for it to boil. I nce


    around the beautiful room and think for the millionth time how lucky I am to have such an amazing


    family and gorgeous house.


    Rixon and I have done well for ourselves.


    Giggling breaks through my thoughts.


    Giggling.


    ''You have got to be kidding me,'' I mutter and turn the kettle off so I can hear better.


    I step towards the hallway and freeze as I hear the sound again.


    ''Xaden,'' I growl under my breath and creep towards the stairs. (Pronounced Zay—den)


    The giggling stops and it goes silent.


    Silent for too long.


    ''Xaden put your clothes on and get your ass down here, now!'' I shout and I hear the quiet curse of my


    eldest son in his bedroom.


    ''Oh shit,'' he says, and I roll my eyes, ''Yes, oh shit, Mum''s home and she''s pissed,'' I yell, and I tap my


    foot impatiently as thumps and fumbling noises sound out.


    A girl, aplete stranger who I''ve never met before, emerges from my son''s room with red cheeks


    and wrinkled clothes.


    ''Hi, Mrs. Moretti,'' she mumbles, not meeting my eyes as shees down the stairs.


    ''Don''t worry, I''m not mad at you, do you need a lift home'' I ask her and she manages to look up at me,


    her eyes wide and nervous.


    ''No, it''s okay, thank you,'' she says quickly, shoving on her shoes and disappearing out the front door.


    I turn my attention back to my sheepish—looking son, who stood at the top of the stairs.


    ''Xaden, please join me in the kitchen, and put a top on,'' Iment, ncing pointedly at his bare


    chest, his joggers riding low on his hips.


    ''Boys,'' I mutter to myself and step back into the kitchen.


    Whilst Xaden sits down at the ind, I make myself my cup of tea, letting him stew for a bit.


    I set my mug down and cross my arms over my chest, letting my gaze fall on his angelic face.


    When did my cute little boy turn into a handsome, sex—obsessed teenager


    ''How many times have I told you to stop bringing your conquests to our home'' I snap, irritated that yet


    another random girl has entered my lovely house to do God knows what with my son.


    ''Her parents were home!'' Heins.


    ''Your parent is home!'' I reply exasperated.


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    ''You came home early, that''s not my fault!''


    ''This is entirely your fault,'' Iment and reach for a sip of tea to calm me.


    ''Please stop this sleeping around, at first it was,'' I pause, trying to think of the right word, ''I wanted you


    to make your own decisions, but now, it''s every week! I''m sick of it Xaden, and you will regret this when


    you meet your mate, you''ll wish you never had,'' I tell him, and he rolls his eyes at me.


    ''Whatever, think of it as practice, she''ll be thanking me when she meets me and I know all the right


    things to do,'' he retorts and I grimace, pretending to gag on my tea.


    ''That''s gross,'' I frown, and he shrugs with indifference.


    ''You are seventeen years old, and you''ve already slept with more people than me and my friends


    I turn to the sink and wash my mug out, no longer wanting my drink.


    ''I''m on the same amount as Dad was at my age! He doesn''t have a problem with it,'' he shouts, and I


    slowly turn around.


    ''What'' I ask, my voice disturbingly calm.


    He announces smugly, leaning back in the stool, ''He says it''s perfectly fine for me to sleep around.''


    ''Oh, does he now'' I reply, slowly curling my hands into fists.


    As if on cue, the front door opens, and I hear my two youngest enter the house.


    ''Mum! Look what I made at school,'' my six—year—old daughter, Malika (Mah—lee—kah), yells and


    runs into the kitchen holding a colorful painting.


    ''Wow! Baby that''s amazing, we''ll hang it up on the board,'' I tell her as I give her a hug, I grab some


    pins and pin them to our wallboard.


    ''Hey Mum,'' Talen (Tay—len) greets me and reluctantly lets me hug him. Now that he''s ten he thinks it''s


    not cool to hug your mum.


    ''Hey honey, how was school'' I ask as I run my hands through his hair, he shrugs me off and throws his


    bag on the floor.


    ''It was alright, got Maths homework though,'' he answers glumly, and I put some bread in the toaster so


    they can have a snack.


    ''We''ll get it done in a moment so you can rx the rest of the evening okay I just need to talk to your


    father,'' I tell him and turn to see my gorgeous, sexier than ever, 6 foot 5 of Italian deliciousness,


    husband walk through the archway.


    Damn.


    It''s so annoying that I''m meant to be mad at him when all I want to do is go upstairs and show him how


    happy I am with him.


    ''Rixon, a word'' I ask and his smile drops off of his face.


    ''Oh hell, what have I done'' He looks anxiously at me and then nces at Xaden, his eyes narrowing.


    ''What have you said'' He demands usingly, and Xaden holds his hands up in defense.


    ''Nothing,'' he replies, and I re at him.


    ''Liar,'' I tell him, and he grins sheepishly at me, ''Make Malika and Talen some toast please and get them


    started on their homework, we''ll be back in a minute.''