his forgotten mate

CHAPTER 34

A/N: Not Edited.

Chapter 34 – Chris POV

With Logan’s approval, within four days I had found nine appropriate individuals to aid in the recovery of my children and my family as well, but what really caught me off guard was the support I received from Jackson, Jack, a long time friend. Support that came in the way of him leaving my brothers pack and seeking out contact, with Logan, to join this pack. Offering services at the hospital, and immediately helping me – after he was tested and accepted – in finding a group of people that would work on all the aspects the children needed so I could stay in ‘daddy mode.’

The people that would help along with family to make this transition easier not just for children, Rainy, me and even my family. Many of the people I contacted, had worked for me but had also not been in my pack, Rogues that had no interest in joining a pack, but when asked were willing to do so to help the children.

In just a short amount of time, I had started to witness my children develop their personalities, which pushed me further in getting help, because what I saw wasn’t all too promising.

“So where are you planning on putting these people?” Jack asked resting back behind the nurses’ station, his eyes on the glass, observing my children, the hatred for their struggle still apparent in his eyes, jaw and posture. All worse when he flicks his eyes over to Rainy, a child he like myself watched grow to the age of 11, before this shit all happened. I knew he saw her differently and that I should see her differently, but I was hoping, that there was still a small, hidden part, deep down inside of the person she used to me.

It was futile, but still I wished, not so she would accept me, but because the Rainy I knew back then was stubborn and strong. She would need qualities that I was sure that asshole like so many others tried to take away.

Jack sighed, “you look like shit, and you still haven’t answered me,” he deadpanned. Shaking my head, attempting to physically clear my thoughts, “Logan has a few warehouse type condos, they are the closest to Rainy’s and my place, along with guards he has set up there, they can all live there, come to us. It’s a short distance, maybe 5 minutes 10 if you’re walking,” I replied, still awed in what Logan had created here… Havencrest, a small town, with very limited access.

Rainy’s place wasn’t on the beach but it sure was fucking close… the town itself was small, not at all what I had was used too, but each day I ventured for short periods, realizing that with the babies, this was the place they needed to be. Jack nodded, arms across his chest as he focused on the kids, “you’re family is fucking crazy,” he said, no infliction in his voice, it wasn’t a question, it was pure statement, like he was telling me that it was raining outside.

“Don’t get me started,” I growled, not in any mood to discuss them, Martin and Derrick. The two that could have avoided all this shit from the get go, but it opened up my eyes. If I couldn’t trust my own family, then I sure as shit wouldn’t put all my eggs in one fucking basket again, “Naw… Martin’s over in Whitefire playing victim…” he shook his head, the blacks of his eyes expanding, taking over, a low growl fixing to be released until he gains control as easy as he lost it. Having as many questions as I did, but the one most frequently ask? Why so many children? The gaps… if what he wanted was for her to continuously give birth to my children, why were there gaps…? But my answer to him was the one I repeated to myself, I’m not going to push her, I couldn’t I didn’t even think I had the right to ask her to speak about what she endured. Because the truth was, I’m not sure I knew, I’m not sure the asshole even recorded that part, despite all the other videos he kept. Yeah he was breaking her down, but ten years? I’ve yet to hear of anyone that found their mate and was separated from them that survived.