Chapter 70


    Two weekster


    “Luna Fiona!”


    “Luna Fiona!”


    “Luna Fiona!”


    Fiona snapped out of her thoughts at the mention of her name, and she saw the eyes of every one of


    the physicians at the citadel on her. The citadel, which was the former settlement, finished its


    reconstruction a year and a half ago. It became the capital of medical research in the werewolf world,


    and Fiona and Marion supervised it.


    Every two weeks, physicians all around the werewolf world meet to discuss their findings and any


    progress they have made in science.


    Six months after the citadel began running, Julian and Fiona took a step to meet up with the head of


    the World Health Organisation, along with his elders in the werewolf world.


    They propose a pact to share findings regarding the human world-if the humans promise to do the


    same. It was a fruitful step, and Julian handed over the werewolf world’s findings on cancer treatments


    and their permanent cure. That was a year ago, and since then, the two worlds have shared resources


    not only medically but financially. It was all in an attempt to create a better world.


    Fiona supervised the citadel while Julian oversaw the High Tower, which was the financial caliphate in


    the entire werewolf world. The two never interfered with each other’s running unless there was reason


    to. Fiona, in Julian’s absence three weeks ago, kept a close eye on the Hightower, and he did the same


    for the Citadel whenever she visited the human world.


    They did visit each other at their workces. She couldn’t count the number of times Julian had


    entered her office and backed her against her desk. Nor did she keep a record of the number of times


    she showed up at the High Tower unannounced and without


    any pants on.


    Those were the good times. There was no such thing anymore, and those memories felt


    like ages ago.


    “I am sorry. What did you say?” She asked, turning her attention to Marion, who had


    called her.


    “Are you okay?” he asked, and his eyes narrowed on her in concern.


    She nodded her head and forced a smile on her face, “Oh, I am fine, Marion. You do not have to worry


    about me.” She lied, and it was something she never had to do before. She never did because she


    never had a reason to.


    It was two weeks, and Julian had yet to tell her he loved her,


    To anyone, that would be a light thing, but it wasn’t to her. It was something that meant the world to her.


    A day had not gone by since they became official without him dering his feelings for her. Even when


    he was away, he called and made sure he reminded her of those words, and so she got used to them.


    He always made it his duty to tell her how much he loved her, in case she forgot.


    She didn’t want to remind him that he had yet to tell her that he loved her.


    That would make her look pathetic and maybe desperate, and she didn’t want to look that way.


    He should know that, but it had been two weeks since his return, and he didn’t seem to remember.


    That wasn’t the only different thing about him; he was no longer the way he used to be. Not with her,


    and not with her sons.


    He barely had time for them, and when he did, he was barely there. The old Julian always made time,


    but since his return, he has be a different being.


    Her senses didn’t pick up any changes. He felt the same, and whenever they were alone, he couldn’t


    take his hands off her, and she didn’t stop him, but these changes had gotten to her. They were not


    little to her.


    She had asked him if all was right with him, but he had swept her away with his charming smile and


    told her all was fine. He made his excuse using work and the change in structure of the Hightower. She


    also had work, but she still prioritised him and her sons above all things, but she didn’t push him.


    She carried on through the rest of the day, doing her best not to zone out again.


    When the day ended, she came home, hoping to see the boys at home, but when she came home, she


    was told they were yet to return. It was a Wednesday, which meant it was Julian’s turn to pick them up.


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    They were one hourter than their usual home time.


    Did he forget?


    Was that even possible?


    She couldn’t y the wait game with her sons still in school, so she called him. The Hightower was


    closer to Rayfield Academy, so he would pick them up ande home.


    Thirty minutester, Julian’s Jeep pulled up in front of their mansion. The boys came down along with


    Julian, and he held onto their hands, and they made their way inside.


    Fiona stood upstairs watching this and noticing the errors in the scene he was seeing. She came out of


    the bedroom to meet them, and the boys ran over to her to hug her tightly.


    “Mommy!”


    “Mommy!”


    “My babies.” She stooped and wrapped her arms around them for a tight hug before letting them go.


    “You two must be exhausted.”


    June nodded. “Yes, mommy.”


    “I am so hungry.” Jashin announced dramatically, and Fiona chuckled.


    “Good thing Ophelia is making your favourite. Spaghetti and vegetables.”


    The boys jumped around in excitement.


    “Go freshen up and thene downstairs for your food, okay?”


    She didn’t get to finish before the two boys took to their heels, running as fast as their little, weary legs


    could take them.


    Sheughed and then turned to Julian, who had been silent since he stepped into the


    room.


    “I


    guess work was hectic?” She picked up his most famous line.


    He sighed. “You are upset with me, and you should be; I should have done better, but I didn’t, and I am


    sorry.”


    She nodded. “It’s fine then; just don’t make a habit of forgetting to pick up your children. They will


    interpret it and say you do not care about them.”


    She expected him to counter herst statement and tell her that making a mistake today didn’t mean


    he didn’t care about them. That was what the Julian she knew would have done, but he said nothing.


    He remained silent, and that came as a surprise to her.


    He k*ssed her cheek and headed for the bedroom when she spoke. “You also should carry them more.


    I noticed you haven’t done that since you returned.”


    “They are big boys, and they grew bigger with every passing day. I will wear myself out when carrying


    them.”


    “They are seven, Julian.” She argued.


    “They are big seven-year-olds.” He countered.


    “And you are the Lycan king; that makes you the strongest man alive.” She didn’t want to go back and


    forth with him; she just wanted to make him see just how faulty his


    argument was.


    “What sort of interrogation is this?” he groaned, and he looked displeased.


    She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I do not want to argue with you.”


    “That is not how I’m receiving it.” He spoke, and his tone told her his guards had gone up. There was


    no need for that; she was just worried.


    She pressed her lips together and stepped towards him. “I am sorry then; I want to know if you are


    okay. That is all. You will tell me if something is wrong, won’t you?” She came to him and ced her


    hands around his waist to ease the tension his b*dy had created.


    Her gaze locked on his green ones, and there she saw him trying his best to keep his emotions as far


    away as possible. There was so muchmotion in his eyes, and she didn’t know what to make of


    them.


    “I am fine.” He finally replied and drew a sharp breath: “Hectic day as always, but I am fine. I promise. I


    will not forget to pick the boys up again.”


    away.


    She nodded and shed him a smile. He leaned in, k*ssed her lips, and walked “You shoulde


    along; showering together is one of my favourite things.” He called to her.


    She followed behind.