Worse Than Giving Up

Chapter 1

Sven's POV

I groan when I see that one of my kids already went somewhere, and I decide to look around the living room to see where he went.

He's only one year old, same as my other three sons, but he's already making way too much trouble.

I wish that my mate was here help me with them, but I know that he can't come back to this pack for now.

That's because he accidentally killed the Beta's son, and if he will come back here then he will be punished.

At first, we agreed that he will just do whatever Papa will tell him to do.

But then I overheard that he's planning to lock him in the cellars for a long time, and I made him move away from here.

Thankfully, he has some family in one of the packs that's pretty far aways for here, and I know that Papa doesn't have much contact with other packs, so I guess that Nath is save there for now.

I would have preferred for him to be living with me, and I know that he would want that too.

But I know that if I will move to his pack, then Papa will start to look for me, and if he will find my mate, then he will have to face the punishment.

I know that Papa knows that I now where Nath is, but thankfully, he can't use his Alpha voice on me, so he can't force me to tell him that.

I tried to make him change his mind, but he told me that he won't allow Nath to get out of trouble just because he's my mate.

So, that's why I was left alone with four small kids.

"Joe!" I say loudly, and I make sure to let him know that I'm angry at him.

He shouts somewhere from the corridor, although I have no idea what he's saying.

I really hope that this kid will never learn how to talk, because I'm sure that most of the words that he will say won't be very nice.

"Why did you come here?" I ask him, before I pick his up.

He tries to say something, but none of the words sound like real words, so I just ignore his.

Well, I'm pretty sure that I heard a bad word between then, but that only assures me that I should ignore everything that he's saying.

I really hope that Wylder will move out of here before me kids will start to talk, because if he won't, then I'm sure that they will know most of the bad words in about a year.

"Don't repeat any word that leaves Wylder mouth." I say, and Joe just sighs tiredly, before he grips my arm, which tells me that he wants me to let him go.

I put him on the floor, and I watch him as he runs inside of the living room, where my other kids are playing with each other.