Chapter 1562
---- 320. FORGIVE ME, MY LOVE NARRATOR "We have the best intentions with your daughters, sir." "Sure, so good that you sank your canines into her before asking for her hand," Hakon snarled in anger. The same feeling that had followed him from the depths of his swamp all the way to his pack. But faithful to the promise he made to his daughters, the slaughter hadn't started... yet. A feminine hand on his thigh squeezed hard; it was his wife, Anastasia's. They were all seated in a family meeting. Or rather, the accusers on one side and the accused on the other: Fenrir and Magnus.
"Lycan princes, this has really... been something unexpected for us as parents; please understand my partner," Anastasia, the realm's Beta Centuria, spoke firmly, but more conciliatory. She was the mother of the twins, who now stood to the side like good girls, though inside their nerves were through the roof. "Mother-in-law..." ---- "Call her Mrs. Anastasia," Hakon almost barked at Fenrir. He thought he was the better of the two because, at least, he hadn't marked his little girl. He had no idea how fast he'd change his mind. "Mrs. Anastasia... a.k.a.
our future mother-in-law," he "corrected," and Magnus gave a short, brusque cough beside him. "Don't you dare drop one of your pearls, Fenrir; if not, let me do the talking," he roared in his mind, where most of the conversations in the room were happening. "We want to formally ask for your daughters' hands; we fully intend to make them our princesses, they will never lack for anything..." "Are you implying that in my pack they were missing something?! "Hakon smacked the armrest, which creaked dangerously.
"Please, Alpha, we can't be arguing over every word!" Anastasia's eyes flashed dangerously at her man. She was a tall, robust woman, with hair as red as the fiercest fire, and a warrior's temper to match. But a woman all the same, she saw beyond the males' simple " marking territory." ---- "Our daughters have been searching for their ideal males for a while and, even though we would have wished they were from our continent..." Anastasia paused, looking at her girls. "You can't fight destiny." Now that the moment had come, her heart clenched too.
Her trembling hand was suddenly taken by Hakon's big, rough one, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "Fine, we, as their parents, will always look out for them. We accept if the twins agree with your union, though Hannah... it's obvious she's already chosen." "Mom... Dad..." The powerful winter woman stood and walked to the front, to her beloved parents. Then she bowed in respect, dropping to one knee and taking them by surprise. Her hand went to hold her parents' hands in her lap. "I'm grateful for all the love I've received until now.
No matter where I go, I'll always come back home," she told them, her voice strangled by emotion. Tears began to roll from Hannah's red eyes. ---- Most of Hakon's anger melted away. Everyone could call him a savage, but deep down he knew he'd been blessed by the Goddess to enjoy so much time with his daughters. He wouldn't make it that hard. Even an "uncivilized" man like him understood they needed a partner. More than once he'd seen them sighing in the corners. "As long as you're happy..." "I'll make her very happy, Alpha Hakon!" Suddenly, Magnus seized the moment to deliver the final blow.
He stood too and dropped to one knee beside his female, something he'd done few times in his life. "Hannah is... the blessing I've been waiting for," he looked at her passionately by his side. Their love-struck wolves reflected in each other's eyes. A union made in heaven. "You'd better, and just so you know... we're still fighting today," ---- Hakon leaned forward to whisper through clenched teeth.
"I don't give a shit that they turned me into a lycan; my Alpha wolf is enough to hold you accountable if you hurt my daughter." "Then we'll fight only for fun, never over a grievance." Magnus's wise tongue was on a roll. He was applying every smooth-talking politician trick he knew. Hakon couldn't mash him the way he wanted; at least Hannah had managed it. "Come give me a hug, my little girl!" Anastasia yanked her to her also-prominent chest. There, between boob and boob, they managed to share a tight family hug. Magnus extended his hand to his future father-in-law and left it hanging. This update is available on
"We'll prepare a wedding, with my parents too..." "In my swamp first," Hakon clarified, inflexible. "Wherever Hannah wants," Magnus added and, after taking Hakon's murderous glare, finally got the greeting. But it wasn't a handshake.