Raised by an Alpha *Sample Only*

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Avery POV <3

My heart flutters as I watch Colton chasing our kids around the back yard.

I'll admit, nine years ago when I found out I was pregnant, I was more than terrified. I never thought that I would be a good mother, but Colton was there.

Every breakdown during my pregnancy he would somehow calm me down.  By the time I went into labor, I felt that I would be okay.

Granted, there were times after Kaden was first born, that tested that theory. He would cry and I would try everything to soothe him, but nothing worked. I would end up crying too, so sure that the reason he was crying was because I was a terrible mom.

Poor Colton was torn between who to comfort first, his mate or his son.

But it got better and by the time Evelyn was born, five years ago, I was more confident.

It's weird how that works, but the nerves I had with Kaden didn't even surface the second time. And seeing Colton chase them, is worth every minute of panic and worry.

"Mommy!" Evelyn screams running straight into my arms where I was sitting on the porch.

My fingers smooth down her brown curls as she hugs me tightly. Her tiny little arms clinging to me as she giggles and tries to hide from an advancing Colton.

"No daddy!" He laughs as he lunges for her. I smile at her squeals as he tickles her.

"Evelyn got caught, but dad's to slow to catch me!" Kaden taunts from across the field.

Colton snaps his head up at the challenge with a sexy smirk on his face. I turn Evelyn around in my lap, so we can watch the two run.

Colton leans in and I am pulled into his chocolate gaze. Kaden is a spitting image of his dad and I can't help but already feel bad for his mate. Like me, the poor girl isn't going to stand a chance against those eyes and his charm.

"Good luck kiss, kitten?" He swoops in, pressing his lips to mine.

"Ew daddy." Evelyn giggles pushing him away weakly.

Colton turns around and begins to stalk towards Kaden. He is fast, but his father is an Alpha. He is nowhere near ready to beat Colton at anything yet. But soon enough I would bet Kaden could give him a run for his money.

"I'm going to see what Liam is up to in the house." I say, releasing the wiggling Evelyn who wants to chase Kaden too.

I shake my head as I make my way into the house. I honestly don't know that they even realized I left, they are too into their game. I make my way through the kitchen, heading towards the stairs.

Colton suggested we moved out of the pack house when Kaden started walking. He said it was because our family deserved privacy and I didn't argue. I wanted to just buy a small house near by, but he demanded that we build our dream home.

"This is the house where we will raise our kids and live out the rest of our days. Do you really wants someone else's used home or one that is a combination of us?" he had said and I couldn't say no.

I didn't want anything extravagant, but Colton said we would need at least six bedrooms, an office, media room and a playroom for the kids. I have to admit, it is perfect and I love it.

I make my way upstairs heading towards what I like to call, the danger zone. Teenage boys can be well frankly, disgusting, and Liam is no exception. Clothes are always on the floor and I once found pizza crusts on his desk, under his school books. I don't even want to think about his bathroom.

I stopped cleaning it when he first began getting excited. Thank Goodness that I have Colton, because I have no idea what I would have done without him. I shudder at the very thought.

"Liam?" I learned quickly to knock on his door instead of just going in.

There was no answer, but I know he didn't leave and I didn't see him downstairs. Do I want to just open the door? I remember what happened last time.

"Liam, I'm coming in." I announce, knocking on the door once more.

I open the door slowly, his favorite Axe cologne hitting me like a brick wall. I cough, gagging at the smell. I hate axe. I begged him to get anything else, but he wanted to have Axe and my now my nose cries.

My eyes skim over the pile of clothes on his floor, before landing on a breathing lump on his bed. I shake my head, it after noon and he is still in bed!

"Liam wake up, it's one in the afternoon!" I pull the blanket back, revealing a shirtless Liam on his back.

He's too proud of his muscle to cover them with a shirt if he doesn't have to.

He wanted a sculpted chest and six pack and he worked for it. Colton lets him participate on days the wolves train in human form. As much as I hate it, the girls are going to be around him like flies.

"Hey kid, wake up." I shake his shoulder but stop when I realize how warm he is to the touch.

He's burning up and now that I notice, he is covered in a thin layer of sweat. Panic overtakes me. I hate when he is sick.

Living among the wolves, we hardly ever get sick because they never do. But when we do, it can be pretty bad for a while.

"Liam." I grab his face between my hands ignoring the clammy feel.

He groans as his blue eyes opening slightly to look at me. His eye brows scrunch together as another groan leaves his lips.

"I don't feel well, Aves." I can tell by his voice that he is not faking. Not that I thought he was, you can't fake the pale color that his skin has become.

"You're running a fever. I'm going to get you some Gatorade and Tylenol" He nods weakly at my words and I make my way out of the room towards the kitchen.

I flag Colton down and he comes jogging over with a smile. But one look at my nearly hysterical expression and he knows something is wrong.

"Liam is sick." I wring my hands together trying to get rid of the anxious feeling.

I'm lucky that my kids don't get sick, so I don't have the worry with them.

Downside is I have to worry three times more about Liam. So it evens out.

"I'll get the doctor." He says kissing my forehead, "In the meantime, wear this."

He reaches into a drawer and pulls out the surgical masks that are kept there.

Wolves can't catch what Liam has but I can and Colton knows that.

But I hate wearing those stupid masks. I feel like I can't breathe. I open my mouth to protest but he beats me to it.

"No buts, kitten. One human sick is one too many. I'm not taking my chances." He secures it around my face with a sad smile.

My nerves are through the roof already as his eyes glaze over, calling the doctor.

Please let this just be a 24 hour bug.