Chapter 74


    Fiona stayed in bed, unable to sleep. There was another woman in Julian’s life, and what she had seen


    today confirmed it. She had believed this was a phase that they would move out of as time went on, but


    today’s truth told her there was no going back. Or at least, Julian didn’t want to go back. He was


    moving on.


    How was that possible? She was his mate.


    She had repeated those four words for over a month now, and every time she said them, they held less


    weight.


    She believed the mate bond was unbreakable. Even with everything that had happened so far, her


    bond with him still existed and was as strong as it always had been. If hers was strong, it meant he


    hadn’t broken his. So how could he have another when she was here? How could he feel anything for


    someone else?


    Her eyes blurred up, knowing this was not the life she saw for herself two years ago. She thought


    everything would be better from then on, but the reverse has been the


    case.


    She missed him. She missed everything about him. Hisugh, his frown, and hiszy face when he


    didn’t want to do anything. She also missed his


    presence. The way he k*ssed her, held her, and touched her. She missed letting go in his hands,


    knowing he


    would keep her safe.


    Seeing him every day but not being able to have those things crushed her.


    Knowing that these changes were because of another woman made her angry.


    Why was she so special to him?


    When did the affair start? What did his new woman give him that she didn’t? She sank low with each


    question.


    He was across the hall, and she could go and ask him to tell her the truth. The old Julian would tell her


    everything in a heartbeat as soon as she asked, but this new Julian wasn’t her Julian. He would either


    lie or tell her she had no right to ask him questions. He had the utmost authority and would implement it


    if he saw fit. Such authority included sending her away from the mansion so she would be far away


    from her sons. She didn’t want to risk that. She needed to thread carefully.


    She barely had enough sleep before the rm went off and her eyes snapped open. Ona growled


    within her, and she knew her wolf wanted more time to sleep. The full moon was fast approaching, and


    so she felt Ona’s presence more than ever.


    She couldn’t go back to sleep, though. She had to get her sons ready for school. This


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    used to be Ophelia’s job, but since she began staying with her sons two weeks ago, it has be her


    duty. She loved doing it, but today she felt so tired and needed to shut her


    eyes.


    Regardless of how tired she felt, she pulled herself up, took her shower, and moved to wake the boys


    up to have their bath. Having gone to bed earlyst night, the boys woke up without fuss. She bathes


    them and dresses them up for school.


    As she wore June’s red tie to match his uniform, a knock came on the door, and her senses picked up


    the scent. It was Julian, and her heartbeat ski pped in her chest.


    She knotted the tie, moved over to the door, and opened it to him. She took a deep breath at the sight


    of him.


    “Good morning, Fiona,” Julian said casually.


    “Good morning, Julian.” She replied.


    This had be their way of talking to each other. It was also the only time they spoke to each other


    most days now.


    How things changed. She thought.


    “Good morning, Daddy!” the boys echoed in excitement.


    Julian turned his attention to June and Jashin, and a smile came onto his face. “Oh, I see you are


    ready for school.”


    The boysughed and nodded, “Yes, daddy.”


    “That’s good to hear. Ready to go?” He asked them, and they nodded.


    He took their hands and was about to leave the room when June spoke. “Are you and mommy still


    fighting?”


    His question took Julian by surprise, and Fiona covered her mouth, as she didn’t see iting. “What


    made you think we were fighting?”


    “She has been sleeping in our room for thest two weeks. That is strange, and you two no longer talk


    as much as you used to. You do not smile at each other, and you don’t k*ss her. She was also crying


    Fiona’s eyes grew ssy at June’s questions, which were fueled by much observation. Julian’s gaze


    moved to Fiona, and she looked away from him.


    “We are not fighting, June; we just have our disagreement. Adults have those once in a while.”


    “Will you two agree soon?” June didn’t seem to be done yet.


    Julian nodded, but Fiona knew that was a lie. “Yes. We will work it out. I promise.”


    With that said, June said nothing as Julian took them to school.


    She didn’t go to the citadel; she had more important things to do. So she called in and told them she


    would not being in today. Marion asked if she was okay, and she told him that she was, then told


    him there was something she had to do. He asked no further questions before ending the call.


    In the past, she would have believed she was better than this, but she wanted to know the woman who


    was with Julian yesterday. She had very limited information, but with her level of determination, she


    was certain she would find a needle in a mountain of haystacks.


    She arrived at the spot in the park where she had seen Julian and the other woman yesterday, and she


    waited there. She was in a ck hood and trousers. This meant she would be able to move around


    freely without being spotted or called the Lycan king’s


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    mate.


    A part of her felt this was the wrong way to go about it. She could not stand here and wait forever. She


    also didn’t know what the other woman looked like, but she knew she would be back. If thisdy was


    the Lycan king’s new interest, then she would definitely lurk around more often than most.


    After an hour of waiting, she was about to give up when she saw a figure walking out of the high tower


    in a white pencil skirt, stopping above her knee with a long sleeve tucked into the skirt. Fiona noticed


    the same purple amethyst bracelet the woman who stood with Julian wore yesterday.


    She was the same woman.


    Fiona didn’t move closer; there was no need for interrogation or anything. She just wanted to know the


    woman who now had Julian’s attention.


    The woman turned around, as though looking for someone, and Fiona saw her face. She was pretty,


    blonde, had hazel eyes, and had a high cheekbone; it felt as if she had seen her before.


    Fiona’s heart sank into her stomach as the face clicked in her head. She was the same woman whose


    face she saw when she ced her hands on Julian’s head.