Not My Mates Babies

Chapter 4

I had dressed the twins and myself in our black funeral clothes and headed downstairs with them.

The packs who were attending the funeral would be here soon and then the funeral would begin.

I was nervous about meeting the packs, my biggest worry being that the twins father might be here. I hoped he wouldn't remember me and wouldn't be able to sense that the twins were his pups.

When we were downstairs, I started talking to everyone. People were mainly telling me how sorry they were and talking about how cute the twins were. The twins were slightly confused to the reason behind they were receiving so much attention but they weren't complaining.

As another pack walked in to the house an amazing smell filled my nostrils.

I looked around trying to figure out where it was coming from when I made eye contact with the man walking through the door who was also looking around curiously. As we made eye contact poppy started shouting mate in my head. Suddenly the reason behind her being so agitated through the day was clear.

My eyes widened in fear as I realized that this man was my mate. Immediately thoughts of whether he would accept the twins entered my mind. The twins were more important to me than anyone else and if I had to I knew I would reject my mate for them.

As I had been worrying the man had started walking towards me keeping eye contact with me the whole way.

When he was standing across from me he growled "mate". He grabbed me away from the man I had been talking to previously about kyn father.

"What is your name mate?" He asked me still holding me closer to him than needed.

"Niamh," I replied still staring into his eyes, "And yours?"

"Brendon" he said in a deep voice. He had dark hair and was very muscular. He was basically a model and I couldn't help but be thankful the moon goddess had given me such an attractive mate.

I felt Samantha hug my leg and I broke eye contact with my mate to look down at her. She had tears in her eyes for some me reason so I almost immediately picked her up. I felt bad knowing that the most probable reason she was crying was that she thought I had been ignoring her.

Picking her up, I comforted her and made sure she was happy before looking over to my mate who had been watching me intently all this time. I could see the questions in his eyes and I began to feel nervous over what he was going to say.

"Who is this?" He asked slowly an almost angry look in his eyes.

"This is Samantha" I said quietly, all of a sudden  no longer wanting to look him in the eyes. Instead I looked at samantha.

"And how do you know each other?" He asked his eyes growing dark.

Just as he finished asking Samantha asked "mummy who is this man?" When my mate heard, Samantha call me mummy I could see the heart in his eyes. 

"You're her mother?" he confirmed with a sad look on his face. I felt guilty knowing that I was hurting my mate.

"Yes, I am," I said almost ashamed of the fact. As soon as I said it though I realized that being ashamed was stupid. Yes, I had gotten pregnant with a man who wasn't a mate at 16 but it was the best mistake of my life. Had I not I would still be living with my parents doing whatever I could to try and please them. Instead I had two beautiful pups who I loved dearly and I had grown as a person enormous amounts.

I started to walk off, planning on going to find Dylan when I felt sparks shooting up my arm. I was turned around and came face to face, well face to chest due to the height difference, with my mate again.

"Where do you think you are going?" He growled. Only then did I notice the power radiating off him and realized he must have been an alpha. "Don't ever turn your back on me again."

I nodded my head and said "I need to go and find my son." The moment the words left my mouth I regretted it knowing that Brendon would not be happy at the fact I had one child, let alone multiple pups.

"How many children do you have and who is the hell is their father." He growled pulling me with Samantha in my arms closer to him. The anger was clear in his eyes and I knew that having an extremely possessive alpha mate was going to be hard when I had 2 children.

"I have two, twins actually." I stuttered barely able to concentrate due to the sparks that were happening everywhere we were touching.

"and Who the hell is the father?" He asked and I knew that if I had known the answer and told him he would have hunted down and killed the poor man.

"Well you see, I don't really know." I said before he basically exploded.