Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 96

The cold shower descended on Julian’s skin, and he stood there, thinking about everything that

happened a couple of minutes ago.

Fiona still loved him, but she didn’t know if she wanted to be with him. It was a bitter, sweet feeling. Her

affection for the other man was deeper than he wanted and deeper than he expected.

She still loved him, and that was what he had to stack everything on. If he hoped to get her back, he

had to keep his faith. It didn’t matter what he would have to do; he had to do it and get Luna his back.

He wanted to tell her about Doom’s plan, but he hadn’t because Isis had been the one who showed

him that vision, and after her betrayal, he didn’t know if it was even true to begin with. A part of him still

believed in the vision he saw. Not because Isis showed it to him, but because Fiona had seen

something similar when she visited Bayland on her own months ago.

In the vision he saw, she had aided Doom in the destruction of Bayland and the rest of the werewolf

world. Fiona saw the ruins as well, but she believed he had done it.

The truth was that they both played a part in the fulfilment of that vision. He already played his.

Doom’s agenda had something to do with her, and that was why he wanted her in the human world and

him dead and out of the way.

He couldn’t tell Fiona this; telling her this would send her running the other way unless she asked.

He had to find other ways to reach out to Fiona and get her back without bringing Doom into it. He

wasn’t here because of Doom; he was here for her and no one else. He wanted her back because he

couldn’t bear the thought of losing her or living without her, and he would fight to get her back.

He stepped into the living room with a towel around his waist. He had spent over thirty minutes in the

cold shower. It was because he wanted to rid himself of the dry blood that lingered on his body despite

being cleaned up last night by Fiona. He no longer had his strength and speed, but his hearing and

smelling abilities were still as strong as ever. And he used that sense of smell to make sure he was

clean before stepping out.

He dropped the towel around his waist and picked up the joggers and t-shirt. They were smaller than

he was and would be torture to have on.

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Fiona cussed, and he turned around to find her shielding her face from across the room

where she stood.

“They are too small.” He answered, which was the truth.

“Then put your towel back on. There is no reason for you to be butt-naked. This is the living room!” She

groaned.

She used to love him when he was butt-naked in the past.

Past. The word made his heart ache.

He reached for his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “The towel is back on; you can uncover your

face,” he told her, and she did.

Her eyes came to rest on his, and her cheeks were as red as roses themselves.

“I told you before that those are the only male clothes we have. You should

put them on. I already have your trousers in the washing machine since they weren’t badly destroyed.

Once those are dried, you can wear them.”

He nodded and smiled. “Thank

you.”

She smiled back at him, and the sight was pure perfection. “You are welcome.”

“I will go put them on in the bathroom.” He said that and picked them up before leaving the room.

It was a struggle, but he put the clothes on and returned to the living room, but she was gone. He didn’t

have to wonder where she was because the smell of beef filled his nose, and he knew she was in the

kitchen. The meal had her signature all over it, and his mouth watered.

He came to the kitchen but didn’t step in. He found her chopping carrot, and her concentration stayed

fixed on that. He marvelled at how amazing she was, even if he couldn’t get to tell her that. He could

tell her, but she wouldn’t believe him. He would do a better job of showing her.

“Can I help you with that?” he asked from the kitchen door, and Fiona’s head lifted to find him standing

there.

Her eyes stayed on his face for a while before moving down his polo vest and joggers and then quickly

back to his face.

“I’ve got it,” she assured him, but he wasn’t going anywhere or taking that as his final

answer.

“Put me to use, Fiona. It’s the least way I can repay you for saving my life last night.”

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“You do not have to repay me for anything. Like I told you, I got you into that situation when I told those

thugs to take a go at you.” She had a guilty tone of voice. “I thought they would be a distraction so I

could get away; I didn’t know your condition. I am sorry.”

He stepped further into the kitchen, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

She kept her focus on the carrot she worked on. “You almost died, though. It doesn’t matter how I feel

about you; you are still the father of my sons, and they almost lost that.” With her explanation came

further understanding for him. “How are they? June and Jashin?”

“They are great; they miss you a lot, and they hate me, as they should. They know I sent you away,

and so I do not blame their reaction to it all. I would have brought them along, but I am not physically

able to protect them if the need arises. They were safer in our world, under the supervision of Ophelia

and Marion.”

“I miss them.” She exhaled, and a smile crossed her face.

“They miss you too, a lot. They never fail to remind me of the things you do better and I do wrong.”

She laughed and shook her head, and if only he could always get her like this. Happy. He would take

that over everything else.

She handed him the knife, and he took it and got to work on the carrots while she tended to the food on

the stove.

He chopped all the carrots, and when he asked if he wanted the onion diced too, she nodded, and he

worked on that.

He was on the last set of onions when she began to speak. “You no longer have your strength or your

abilities. Does that have anything to do with Isis?” She turned off the

stove.

He finished and kept the knife on the chopping board. Her question told him she was ready to listen;

she wanted to know the truth, and he was glad he waited for her.

“Yes, it has everything to do with Isis.” He answered, but he needed to explain. “We had embarked on

the quest of sealing the Dark World entrance, and we had three trials to accomplish this task. That was

how much Isis’ ritual could give us as the entrance grew with each passing day. I was the Lycan king,

hence the only one who could do it. I needed the strength of the full moon because that was the only

time a Lycan’s power would work on the pathway of the dark world. She told me the three trials were

three full moons to complete the sealing, after which Doom and Mischief would no longer extend their

territories or afflict the neighbouring communities around the border.”

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He nodded and moved on to explain how the attacks that led to the loss of his abilities happened.

“I would have died, but Marion saved me. When I realised I had been a fool to Isis’ scheme, I wanted

death.” He revealed. “That was what I deserved after what I had done. I turned on everyone for her.

You and Marion. I chose her truth over the truth, and I really didn’t deserve mercy. I can’t even forgive

myself for what I have done, but I just hope I can make it right. Marion told me sealing the Dark

entrance was probably part of Doom and Mischief’s agenda, and they needed someone stu pid enough

to do it. My plan all along was to bring you back when it was all over and you were safe from the Dark

world’s reach.”

She took a step towards him. “You think I am in some way connected to whatever it is that Doom and

Mischief are planning?”

He wanted to lie and tell her she wasn’t, but he realised they were in this mess because he kept her in

the dark. He needed to tell her the truth; she deserved to know it.

“Yes. I remember when the movers took you to Bayland and you saw the ruin. I believe you saw the

future. You were right to ask what I did. I got upset because, back then, I had not done anything and

also wanted to protect you from Doom’s influence, but now I know what I’ve done. To bring about this

destruction, they needed the two of us, and I already played my part. But it doesn’t matter because,

unlike me, you have a strong sense of judgement and will never do anything to aid the Dark world. I

have faith in you.”