SIN [ completed ]

Special Chapter 1

"Lorrence Louis!! Sine Zion! Law Zade! Axel Zeyne!!!" Sin almost dropped the important paper he was holding, a low groan escaping his lips as Axl's piercing scream echoed from the other room. He winced, then took a deep, fortifying breath. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him, that his mate was furious. Axl had resorted to calling their children by their full government names—a clear sign of impending doom for the little culprits.

Massaging his forehead, Sin slowly rose from his office chair and walked toward the adjoining room, a sense of weary anticipation settling over him. He peeked inside, and the scene he witnessed made him wince even harder. His four children stood rigidly, facing the wall, their small shoulders slumped in various degrees of defiance and contrition. Axl stood before them, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed into a formidable scowl.

"Louis! I told you not to stay at the ice rink too much! What if you get sick again? And you even brought Zion with you!?" Axl's voice, though usually sweet, was now sharp with exasperation.

"Dada, he wanted to learn how to skate so I taught him—" Louis, ever the confident eldest, tried to explain, his voice tinged with a hint of indignation.

"You just recovered from a cold, Lorrence Louis Montenegro!" Axl cut him off, his voice rising.

"Dada, don't scold Kuya —" Zion, the innocent one, attempted to intercede for his older brother.

"You too! You just recovered from being sick!" Axl snapped, turning his glare to Zion.

"Zade and Zeyne, how many times do I have to tell both of you not to just get into fights!" Axl's voice cracked with frustration.

"Dada, they started it," Zeyne talked back, a pout forming on her lips, her small voice surprisingly bold.

"They touched my toy, Dada, and I just glared at them. I didn't fight them, Dada. Zeyne did," Zade countered, quickly throwing his sister under the bus, his innocent eyes wide.

"Quiet! You all take after your Daddy!" Axl scolded again, his voice echoing in the room. The children stood with sullen faces, still facing the wall. Louis and Zion exchanged a quick glance, a subtle giggle escaping them, while Zade and Zeyne shared a sly, knowing smile before putting on their best pouty faces once more.

"Love, they need to sleep. It's getting la—" Sin began, stepping into the room, hoping to calm the storm.

"You too! You spoiled them so much, that's why they're like this!" Axl's furious gaze turned to him, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Love, it's pretty late—"

"Shut up and face the wall too! I'm mad at you!" Axl's eyes blazed, making Sin falter.

"Love, why would even—"

"Face the wall with your children, or you'll sleep in the sala tonight?" Axl raised an eyebrow, a clear challenge in his eyes. Defeated, Sin could do nothing but walk toward his children and imitate their pose, standing obediently facing the wall. All of them, a line of Montenegros, stood in silent penance while Axl, still seething, remained with his arms crossed.

The playroom was a chaotic mess of toys and scattered belongings. Louis, at ten years old, was already a miniature Alpha in the making, while his younger triplets were five. And all of them had been shamelessly spoiled by both the Montenegros and the Villanuevas.

"Face the wall for 15 minutes, and you, Sin... 30 minutes!" Axl declared triumphantly before striding out of the playroom, leaving a stunned Alpha and four scheming children behind. Axl had been under a lot of stress lately, often picking fights with Sin even when he hadn't done anything to provoke his mate. Perhaps his heat cycle was approaching again, making him more irritable.