Not My Mates Babies

Chapter 2

I paced up and down the kitchen thinking to myself. My dad was dead? How?  Did I even want to go to his funeral? Especially after the way him and mum had treated me when they found out I was pregnant.

Admittedly mum was more the one who had been angry and chucked me out. My dad had just been disappointed in me which in a way was worse as me and my dad had always been so close.

He definitely hadn't been as helpful as he could have been though and I have a feeling the only reason he wanted me to say was so that I could become beta after him, relying on the fact my mate was off a lower rank and the position could stay in the family.

I took another look at the funeral invitation seeing it was on Saturday. With it being Thursday today and it taking 4 hours to get back to my home back I would have to decide soon if I wanted to go.

After pacing the kitchen a few more times, I had concluded that I wanted to go. Although my parents hadn't been supportive of me having the twins they had still been good to me and I loved them. I knew that if I didn't go I would regret it for the rest of my life.

Deciding to go brought the problem of what to do with the twins. I would probably have to leave on the Friday to attend the funeral on the Saturday. Four hours each wasy was a lot of traveling to do with two, two year olds. I also wasn't sure how I felt about the twins seeing my old pack.

Barely anyone in my old pack knew about the twins. I had left in disgrace and the pack hadn't really wanted to publicise that the betas daughter was 16 and pregnant with somebody who wasn't her mate's pups.

As soon as I had left I had cut of contact with everyone. I hadn't even talked to all my old friends or anything.

Thinking about this made me wonder how they had been able to send me the invite for the funeral. I had been under the impression that no one knew where I lived.

Eventually I realised that I was going to have to take the twins with me. Sarah had work and although I knew she would take the twins if I asked, I didn't want to make her feel pressured into saying it was fine when she would prefer not to have them.

I looked at the invitation and saw the RSVP number. I gave it a call and my mum picked up.

At first, she seemed incredibly surprised that I had called and her surprise only grew when I told I was going to the funeral. She gave me some more details that weren't on the invitation and that she would inform the alpha I was coming. I told her how I would see her tomorrow afternoon sometime before hanging up, deliberately not mentioning the twins so she wouldn't be able to comment about them.

I went to the twin's room and saw them both asleep on the floor surrounded by toys. Chuckling to myself I put them both in their beds before picking up the toys. When you could see the floor and it didn't feel like you were taking part in an obstacle course trying to cross the room I decided I should start packing.

I got all the twin's clothes together and then went through to my room and packed everything I would need.

When I had packed everything, I woke up the twins and took them down stairs for dinner. As they ate I told them how tomorrow we were going on a trip. I didn't explain how we were going to my old pack or that the reason behind our trip was that I was going to a funeral.

We had our dinner and I played with the twins for a while before getting them ready for bed.

When they were fast asleep I quickly gave the house I quick tidy and went up to my room.

I called Sarah to tell her how me and the twins were going away for a few days as during my time in the pack we had become very close. She knew what my old pack had been like and the way my parents had chucked me out.

I was becoming worried about how the pack would react when I turned up with 2 children which most of them knew nothing about. I talked about my worries with Sarah and eventually she calmed me down.

As we talked Sarah mentioned something I hadn't considered.

"So how is your mum coping with losing her mate?" She asked me.

Losing your mate is very painful to a werewolf. Most people lose their minds and do things they would never have done before losing their mate. Some even go rougue. Other wolves die though having pups who are still reliant on the person can help but nobody is ever the same after losing their mate.

"I'm not too sure," I replied "I hadn't even considered how it would be for her, maybe the twins and I visiting will be good for her."

"Yeah, maybe." Sarah said. After a short while I ended the conversation knowing that the twins would wake me up early as they were very excited for their trip. I don't think they really understood that they were going to have to spend 4 hours in a car and I was dreading keeping them occupied.

I got changed for bed and started to fall asleep feeling oddly excited to meet my old pack again.