Forbidden Innocence (Book #3)

Chapter 10

Lilac's P.O.V

The same meadow, the same thick bushes and trees, the same moonlight beaming down on the lush grass.

My attire was simply a knee-length silk dress, but, like always, I was missing shoes.

"Sorry to visit you in another dream, Lilac," Ophelia smiles, "it's just that I'm surprised you would actually take the first step in getting caught by my sons. Do you know what they'll do to you?"

I bite my lip with uncertainty. "Yeah, I guess, but it's too late now," I breathe, "doing what's best for my life is what matters," I confirm.

"Watching Landon get pushed to his breaking point is what's best for your family?" She asks incredulously.

The wind seems to pick up after she asks that question and I find myself on the verge of tears.

"I d-don't know! I'm still trying to understand what becoming a luna will do to me, what it will do to my children. Just please, let Landon and me do this, it's what we both want... I think," I cry.

Ophelia ignores my uncertainty, her silver eyes finding mine. "Fine. I'll warn my sons about your departure to New Zealand, but beware, my sons have never been the nicest people."

I jolt awake with a harsh intake of
breath, my body and mind still reeling from the dream with Ophelia.

Landon takes a my hand into his own. "What's wrong? Was it another dream?"

My head shakes frantically before I look at him worriedly. "Are you sure we're making the right decision about going to New Zealand?"

Laughing, Landon kisses my hand gently. "It's too late now, Love, we're already on the plane."

••

An older version of Landon stood in the  lobby where you go after you get off the plane.

He didn't blink an eye when we came into view, but a small smile flourished over his face when he saw Landon.

"Landon, Katrina must have forgot to mention that you have a whole family now." He frowns as he scans over me and the babies.

Landon pulls me to his hip and kisses my cheeks. "This is my fiancée, Father, and these are our kids." He smiles.

He forgot the part where I'm his daughter.

I lean into him to whisper into his ear. "Are you going to tell him that I'm your daughter?" I ask.

With a sigh, he looks his father in the eyes again. "She's also my daughter," He mutters quickly.

My hands grip his muscled arm tighter as his father scans over us again. The look in his eyes nearly made me tip over and die.

Is he think about how these children came to be? How conceiving the children was plainly me having sex with my father?

Vincent seems to snap out of his thoughts, he then waves for a us to follow him without a word about our relationship.

"Do you think he's angry?" I whisper into Landon's ear once we're in a car driving to the pack house.

Landon turns my face so I'm looking at him before kissing me. He circles his arm around my waist but he's also cautious of Lucy, who's cuddling into me, refusing to let go.

"Everything's going to be alright, Wife of Mine," He tells me once we pull apart.

I sigh. "What if it isn't? What will happen to us or to our children if this whole thing explodes?" I ask.

Landon caresses my face, his brown eyes staring into mine. "If you mean death, well I'll make sure I'm the one who dies, and you're the one who survives along with our children," he reassures.

"That's the thing, Landon!" I cry softly. "You're my fiancée, father, my best friend, and the father of my children. I don't want you to die."

Landon pulls me into a warm hug, which automatically calms my erratic nerves.

Gosh, when was the last time that Landon and I just relaxed without the babies for more than twenty-four hours?

I pull back from our hug. "When we get there, I want us to just sit down with one another after the babies are out for the night, and just talk," I order.

Landon nods in agreement. "Alright. We can talk about everything."

••

Vincent didn't say anything to Landon and me about our relationship, he just told us where our rooms would be in the nearly empty pack house and left us to it.

And, as I sat nursing Lucy in front of Landon, I couldn't help but wonder where all the pack members were.

There probably isn't any. There's a reason as to why he's getting evaluated, I think wryly.

Maybe the pack members are scarce because of the lack of popularity of the pack.

To be honest, The Mystic Star Pack isn't a name I've heard anywhere.

Landon rests his hand on my thigh, pulling me out of my thoughts. He motions his head to Lucy, who's desperate trying to latch back onto my nipple.

I guide her head back to my nipple with a sigh. "She really needs to start eating solid foods. I don't think my breasts can take much more of this," I complain.

Landon steals our daughter from my arms after she unlatches from my nipple and showers her face with kiss. "See what you're doing to your mommy, Lucy? You're ruining her sex life," He coos.

Gasping, I slap his arm as I begin to pull my tank top into place. "She doesn't need to hear the gory details of how she was created yet. What she does need to hear, though, is a bedtime story so she can go to sleep," I tell Landon.

He salutes me. "I'm on it," He replies before standing up. "It's time you join your brothers and go to sleep."

His voice echoes off the walls tauntingly as he walked to the room the babies were staying in.

I flop backwards on the bed and release a loud groan a little while later. "I'm in dire need of an erotic massage."

Landon's voice startles me. "And I'm in dire need to give my fiancée that erotic massage," He answers in a husky voice, he then begins to pull out drawers in the nightstands, searching for something. "I'm sure I can find some lotion or oil around here somewhere."

"Well, if you can, I'll strip in front of you and let you massage me while we talk. My shoulders are so stiff." I roll my shoulders to drive my point home.

Landon quickly jogs into the bathroom, throwing things around until he musters up a bottle of something to massage me with. "Got it!" He yells triumphantly.

I roll my eyes, but nonetheless I stand up and begin to pull my shirt off once Landon's back in the huge room.

The fire crackling in the hearth soon fills the sudden silence in the room as Landon hungrily watches me take off my clothes in front of him.

Outside, moonlight shines over all the trees, which casts shadows into the dark room.

I shimmy out of my jeans before pushing my underwear off my smooth hips and unclasping my bra.

There I stood, in front of my father's amber eyes, frozen in place, wishing I could feel his mouth latched onto my nipple instead of Lucy's.

Had motherhood really made my libido so... dull? Could my children really be messing up my sex life?

But, those thoughts dropped from my mind when Landon said, "you look so sexy."

I climb onto the bed and lay on my stomach, allowing Landon to squirt some lotion onto my back and begin a slow, pleasurable rhythm on my back.