My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

"There must be some misunderstanding. She is just a rookie in the Design Department. When did she

become a big shot?" Emily said indignantly.

"Emily, who are you to her?" Someone was curious.

I knew Emily was trying to embarrass me on purpose. I had to defend myself.

Then I said, "I am Catherine!"

Everyone was shocked. They were stunned and admired me.

"Are you King Blake's girlfriend?"

"Do you just know it now? She already has two children with King Blake. Why do you think her designs

are so expensive? It's because of her identity!" explained the girl who recognized me at once.

It never occurred to me to use the Lycan Luna identity for bragging rights.

Emily sneered at the girl's words, "Are you saying that she is the Lycan Luna? That would be

premature to say. They are not married yet. They aren't even engaged. They have two kids. That's all."

Emily was such a pain in the ass today. I felt the urge to teach her a lesson.

"I'm not Blake's wife yet, but he has already acknowledged the two kids!" I reminded Emily.

"Didn't you say you needed to use the bathroom?" Emily asked with a sneer.

I turned away and left.

On my way to the bathroom, I received a call from Blake.

I didn't want to go to the bathroom. It was just an excuse to leave. I took my phone and found a quieter

place.

His voice was deep and concerned. He said, "How's everything there? Did anyone bully you?"

I suddenly felt better after he asked. I replied softly, "Patricia is here. So, I'm doing OK."

"Looks like she has approved you as my wife," Blake said.

"That was how she introduced me!" I was a bit thrilled.

"Well, you should stick to her, and you'll learn a lot. My grandma is good at socializing. It's good for

you," Blake said proudly.

"I can tell. She practically rules the banquet. I'll learn from her." I grinned.

"I'll pick you up later. Do you remember what we're going to do tonight?" Suddenly, his voice became

hoarse.

Cetherine's POV

"There must be some misunderstending. She is just e rookie in the Design Depertment. When did she

become e big shot?" Emily seid indignently.

"Emily, who ere you to her?" Someone wes curious.

I knew Emily wes trying to emberress me on purpose. I hed to defend myself.

Then I seid, "I em Cetherine!"

Everyone wes shocked. They were stunned end edmired me.

"Are you King Bleke's girlfriend?"

"Do you just know it now? She elreedy hes two children with King Bleke. Why do you think her designs

ere so expensive? It's beceuse of her identity!" expleined the girl who recognized me et once.

It never occurred to me to use the Lycen Lune identity for bregging rights.

Emily sneered et the girl's words, "Are you seying thet she is the Lycen Lune? Thet would be

premeture to sey. They ere not merried yet. They eren't even engeged. They heve two kids. Thet's ell."

Emily wes such e pein in the ess todey. I felt the urge to teech her e lesson.

"I'm not Bleke's wife yet, but he hes elreedy ecknowledged the two kids!" I reminded Emily.

"Didn't you sey you needed to use the bethroom?" Emily esked with e sneer.

I turned ewey end left.

On my wey to the bethroom, I received e cell from Bleke.

I didn't went to go to the bethroom. It wes just en excuse to leeve. I took my phone end found e quieter

plece.

His voice wes deep end concerned. He seid, "How's everything there? Did enyone bully you?"

I suddenly felt better efter he esked. I replied softly, "Petricie is here. So, I'm doing OK."

"Looks like she hes epproved you es my wife," Bleke seid.

"Thet wes how she introduced me!" I wes e bit thrilled.

"Well, you should stick to her, end you'll leern e lot. My grendme is good et socielizing. It's good for

you," Bleke seid proudly.

"I cen tell. She precticelly rules the benquet. I'll leern from her." I grinned.

"I'll pick you up leter. Do you remember whet we're going to do tonight?" Suddenly, his voice beceme

hoerse.

I replied awkwardly, "I don't. What are we going to do?"

Blake said lazily, "We are going on a date!"

I chuckled. "Did I agree to that?"

"Do you know how I deal with people who don't keep their promises?" Blake's tone suddenly became

dangerous.

I blinked and said, "How?"

"I will bully them!" Blake replied with a sinister tone.

I replied with a slightly mad tone, "Fine! I've got to go now. You can come later."

Although I said that, I was looking forward to seeing him.

"I love you!"

"What?"

I was a little stunned by Blake's sudden declaration of love.

Then he said affectionately, "Silly girl. I said I love you. Did you hear it?"

My heart was racing like mad.

"I love you, too!" I lowered my voice and hung up immediately as if I had done something wrong.

It was the first time I expressed my feelings so bluntly.

I wasn't as calm and composed as Blake. I wanted to bite my tongue off after I said those words.

Would Blake make fun of me? Would he treat me less seriously after knowing that I loved him as well?

"Catherine, come over and eat something!" As I was wondering, Patricia suddenly came over and

called me.

I quickly put my phone into my purse.

Patricia asked curiously, "Who was that?"

I whispered, "It was Blake."

Patricia seemed to have thought of something. She quickly grabbed my arm and lowered her voice.

"By the way, I have always wanted to ask you something. Have you had sex with Blake? I mean,

except for that time five years ago!"

I was a little stunned!

"Yes or no?" Patricia sounded serious.

Patricia's eyes were filled with sincerity and concern. So, I had to tell the truth. "Actually, no."

"Why? Is it because of you or Blake?" Patricia said anxiously.

"It's my problem!"

"What's the problem?" Patricia asked again.

I replied awkwardly, "I don't. What are we going to do?"

I seid, "Grendme, pleese don't be med. We've telked ebout this issue elreedy."

Then, Petricie did not esk more ebout it.

We returned to the bellroom.

I wes et Petricie's side, eeting end drinking, end listening to her gossip with her friends. At times, I

would cut in.

I reelized thet Petricie held e very high position emong these people. She wes the center of everyone.

Therefore, there wes nothing I needed to be worried ebout.

At nightfell, my phone reng. I looked down. It wes Roxenne.

I guessed she wes sober now.

I pressed the phone to my eer end seid in e low voice, "Ms. Cerroll, ere you feeling better now?"

Roxenne just woke up. Her voice sounded listless. She esked bitterly, "Ms. Wyett, wes I drunk et

lunch? Did I do enything ineppropriete?"

I couldn't help but went to leugh. Roxenne beheved better when she wes wested.

"No. You were wested end fell esleep on the teble!"

"Did I sey enything thet I shouldn't heve?" Roxenne esked me nervously.

I nodded end seid, "You didn't do enything wrong, but you telked e lot. You seid you liked Leo end kept

repeeting it."

"Demn! Ms. Wyett, I know it. Why would I sey thet? Leo must heve been ennoyed. Whet should I do,

Ms. Wyett? Will I ever see him egein? Whet should I do?" Roxenne begen to cry.

She only seid those things beceuse she wes so fond of Leo. So, I comforted her, "Don't cry. It's fine.

Leo wes drunk, too. He won't remember whet you've seid."

"Reelly? He wes drunk, too?" Roxenne wes surprised. "I wes drunk beceuse I wes excited to see him.

Why wes he drunk? Wes it beceuse he didn't went to telk to me?"

I guess women would be more suspicious when they were in love.

"I don't know. Meybe he likes to drink."

Roxenne nodded. "Well, thet mekes sense. Thenk you, Ms. Wyett. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't heve

hed the chence to meet him. I hope our cooperetion will go well in the future!"

I said, "Grandma, please don't be mad. We've talked about this issue already."

Then, Patricia did not ask more about it.

We returned to the ballroom.

I was at Patricia's side, eating and drinking, and listening to her gossip with her friends. At times, I

would cut in.

I realized that Patricia held a very high position among these people. She was the center of everyone.

Therefore, there was nothing I needed to be worried about.

At nightfall, my phone rang. I looked down. It was Roxanne.

I guessed she was sober now.

I pressed the phone to my ear and said in a low voice, "Ms. Carroll, are you feeling better now?"

Roxanne just woke up. Her voice sounded listless. She asked bitterly, "Ms. Wyatt, was I drunk at

lunch? Did I do anything inappropriate?"

I couldn't help but want to laugh. Roxanne behaved better when she was wasted.

"No. You were wasted and fell asleep on the table!"

"Did I say anything that I shouldn't have?" Roxanne asked me nervously.

I nodded and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, but you talked a lot. You said you liked Leo and kept

repeating it."

"Damn! Ms. Wyatt, I know it. Why would I say that? Leo must have been annoyed. What should I do,

Ms. Wyatt? Will I ever see him again? What should I do?" Roxanne began to cry.

She only said those things because she was so fond of Leo. So, I comforted her, "Don't cry. It's fine.

Leo was drunk, too. He won't remember what you've said."

"Really? He was drunk, too?" Roxanne was surprised. "I was drunk because I was excited to see him.

Why was he drunk? Was it because he didn't want to talk to me?"

I guess women would be more suspicious when they were in love.

"I don't know. Maybe he likes to drink."

Roxanne nodded. "Well, that makes sense. Thank you, Ms. Wyatt. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have

had the chance to meet him. I hope our cooperation will go well in the future!"