Forbidden Innocence (Book #3)

Chapter 13

Lilac's P.O.V

"Bienvenue en France," One of the servants greets before bowing to Landon and me.

Erik and Thanatos simply brush by the girl before entering through the big castle doors.

My heart begins to race again as I take in the crystal chandeliers lining the entrance hall.

Paintings of wolves and a painting of Ophelia, her son's and a man—probably Ophelia's mate and father of her children, Richard—were on the walls of the hall also.

Landon squeezes my waist as he watches two girls bound over to Erik and Thanatos gracefully.

These must be their mates.

Erik kisses one of them on the lips softly before presenting her to Landon and me. "Victoria, this is Lilac and Landon," He smiles before turning to Thanatos's mate. "Ava, the same to you," He greets formally.

But Ava isn't listening, she's too busy patting down Thanatos and checking him for injuries.

"You know how worried I get," I hear her whisper to him.

Both girls are very gorgeous. Victoria sports glossy, strawberry blonde hair and gray eyes.

She has a body to show off obviously, same goes for Ava with her pale brown hair and hazel eyes.

I find myself feeling self-conscious of my own body. Neither of them have had children while I have and it makes me feel old even though I know they are both older than me.

Am I jealous?

'Stop it, Lilac. Our body is beautiful and you know that. Plus, people who meet us don't even notice that we've carried children unless the kids are with us,' My wolf soothes.

Her statement helps my worries and I stand a little more confidently.

Leo and Luka are both connected to their father's legs while Lucy is in his arms. I offered to carry her but he denied surprisingly.

"I'm not worried about being considered weak if I show love to my children," I remember him saying.

A gesture from Erik brings my attention to him and his grey-eyed mate. "Please follow one of our servants to your room."

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Pain sprouts from my side as Ophelia lands a kick there.

I fall to my back and release a wheeze. "I've been losing for the past two hours. Can we stop?" I groan.

Ophelia nudges my side with her foot. "Nope. You've been snoozing the whole week since you got here, time to work."

My head lolls to the side to stare at her.

For somebody that I've only seen in dresses, she looks surprisingly good in Nike workout wear.

With another groan, I push myself up and post up.

She glares at my form, her foot tapping on the mats in the dojo-like room. "You're too loose, too casual. Tighten your fists, spread your feet more, raise your arms and move on your tippy toes," She critiques.