My Mate Has Two Wolves



Catherine's POV

I was in the living room. At first, I wanted to go upstairs to check on Noah and Hedwig while Blake was bathing them, but Patricia stopped me.

Patricia's attitude had changed recently, and I had a better impression of her.

Since she had something to say to me, I was willing to listen carefully.

Patricia looked at the gauze wrapped around my head, and her tone softened. She asked, " Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head and replied softly, "Only sometimes. It's almost healed."

"I can't believe this would happen to you. It was your sister who did this to you, and you two never got along. Right?"

"Yes. We haven't been on good terms since we were kids," I didn't hide it.

"Well, she got what she deserved. You may put it behind you now. I am looking forward to you and Blake's wedding, with the Moon Goddess' blessing," Patricia said softly.

I looked at Patricia in surprise. My tone was filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Patricia!"

Patricia waved her hand. "You don't need to thank me. Halsey and Abigail made it happen for you by getting a divorce. Given that, of course, I would like to see you and Blake together. It will also bring peace to the pack."

"Anyway, I am very grateful for your generosity." I was so excited. I didn't expect to hear something so thrilling after I got back from the hospital.

"Please don't hold a grudge against me. We will be a family from now on, and I know for a fact that Noah and Hedwig can't live without you," Patricia said.

I knew Patricia did this for the good of Noah and Hedwig. Blake and Leo had missed out on parental care as children, and she didn't want to see Noah and Hedwig suffer the same.

"I will take care of them." I nodded hard.

"I'm sure you will. Go upstairs and get some rest. Noah and Hedwig may sleep with you tonight," Patricia said gently.

"OK." I quickly went upstairs.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I pushed the bedroom door. The lights in the bathroom were on, and I heard Hedwig singing. She sounded happy.

Then, I calmed down and felt delighted.

I walked to the bathroom door and saw Blake holding Hedwig on his lap. He was putting on pajamas for her.

Hedwig played with the toys in her hands and kept singing.

The scene was heartwarming.

"Are you done bathing her?" I couldn't help but ask.

Blake looked at me, and his eyes were so gentle.

"Mommy!" Hedwig immediately looked up and blinked at me.

"Hedwig is done. Do you want to take a bath?" Blake put down Hedwig.

"Yes," I replied.

I was wounded, so I had to be extra careful when taking a bath. I could only wipe my body. I still had some wounds that hadn't healed, so I needed to stay away from the water.

Blake said in a hoarse voice, "Let me do it. Hedwig, go out and play with Noah. After your Mommy is done bathing, she will take you to bed."

I blushed when I heard Blake's words. I didn't even dare to see Hedwig's expression.

Blake had bathed me several times at the hospital, and I was embarrassed every time.

I felt the temperature in the bathroom rising. Blake reached out and closed the bathroom door.

I stood in front of him with some uneasiness. My two hands clasped together.

"Do you need me to help you?" Blake smiled, seducing me.

I quickly shook my head. "No. I can manage. Just help me fill the bathtub."

Blake's shirt was half open. The third button had come undone. When he was bathing Noah and Hedwig, his shirt was drenched and was stuck to his body. I could see his muscles.

Only a glance made my body burn.

Blake reached over, turned on the tap, and filled the tub with hot water.

I unbuttoned my shirt with my back to him. A few cuts on my back had begun to scab, and the newly-grown flesh was showing a pink color.

"Do they still hurt?" Blake reached out his fingers and gently stroked the skin around my wound, his voice cracking.

I shook my head. "Not anymore. It gets itchy occasionally. I'm with you every day, and I'm sure the rest will heal quickly."

Blake took a towel and dipped it in the water. He wiped my body while carefully avoiding my wounds. He was meticulous and gentle.

With my back to him, I squeezed my hands nervously. Though we already had kids, I still felt shy while he was wiping my body. I was so afraid that the wounds on my body looked ugly to

him.

"What did Patricia say to you?" Blake asked softly.

I did not tell him. "Make a guess!"

Blake lowered his head and looked at me. He said gently, "I guess Patricia agreed to let us get

married, right?"

"You are no fun!" To my surprise, he figured it out in the blink of an eye.

Blake laughed. He kissed me on the back, frightening me.

"I know Patricia well," Blake said confidently.

I stopped teasing him. I nodded. "You're right. Patricia is looking forward to our wedding."

"Will you blame me?" Blake suddenly asked.

"For what?" I was stunned. I turned around and looked at him.

Blake's eyes widened, and his gaze frightened me.

Only then did I react. I was facing him, and I was naked. I quickly turned around again. I

covered my face, feeling that it was burning.

Damn it! He saw everything! I screamed in my heart.

I heard Blake behind me with his heavy breathing. I felt danger approaching.

"For ruining Halsey's happy life," Blake took a few deep breaths before opening his mouth.

I smiled bitterly, "You didn't force them to divorce. He did it for me. Why would I blame you? I have no one to blame but myself."

"Patricia wants me to reconcile with Abigail. What do you think?" after a few seconds of silence, Blake suddenly said.

I was shocked. I turned my head, wanting to see his expression. "What do you think?"

"I don't know." Blake continued to wipe my body. He shook his head.

He looked a bit helpless. I knew he wanted to reconcile with Abigail. But they had been separated for too long, and she became unfamiliar to him. For a moment, he did not know how to get along with her.

I reached out a hand and gently held his hand on my shoulder. I comforted him, "Blake, do

you want my opinion?"

"Yes." Blake was a little confused.

I figured that he was eager to know what I thought.

I said in a low voice, "I think you should reconcile with Abigail."

"Really?" he was dumbfounded.

"Yes. I'm sure Abigail left you for a reason. I can see that she cares about you and Leo a lot.

I'm a mother too. I would never have left my kids if it hadn't been for something so painful and desperate," I said seriously.