Chapter 91 91
Four years later.
“I’m tired, my sweet boy,” Sofía murmured through a yawn as her son stood stubbornly beside her bed.
“Mommy, you have to see this,” Damien insisted, his olive-green eyes shining with excitement.
She looked into the hopeful face of her three-and-a-half-year-old, her heart melting at the sight of him practically vibrating with pride.
Damien had the most peculiar obsession with fixing things. One day he would be racing his toy car across the floor, and the next he would have it dismantled like a tiny mechanic performing surgery only to rebuild it with minor “improvements” before presenting it to her like a trophy.
“Alright, baby. Let’s go,” she said, pushing herself upright with effort.
Damien squealed with delight, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward his room where his newest masterpiece awaited.
The moment Sofía stepped inside, she gasped.
A massive train track sprawled across the floor, looping and winding perfectly. The toy train moved smoothly along the rails.
Fernando had gifted it to Damien on his third birthday. The setup was so complicated that after three failed attempts, even Fernando had thrown in the towel.
But not Damien.
Her determined little boy had refused to give up. And now here it was complete.
“Oh my God, Damien. You did it. It’s incredible,” she said, pride swelling in her chest.
He beamed, dimples deepening, olive eyes sparkling.
Her charming boy.
“Thank you, Mommy”
A loud crash shattered the moment.
Both their heads whipped toward the sound.
Dominique stood in the middle of the room, wearing an exaggeratedly innocent expression.
The entire track lay in ruins at his feet.
He had kicked it.
On purpose.
He always did.
“Dominique!” Sofía snapped.
His wide jade-green eyes blinked at them, a careless smile tugging at his lips. “Oops.”
“How dare you?” Damien shouted, chest puffed out, fury practically radiating from his tiny frame. If anger had smoke, it would’ve been rising from his ears.
“I said oops,” Dominique replied with a shrug.
Then Damien charged.
Dominique darted away, laughing mischievously. “Come and get me, Mommy’s sweet boy!”
The teasing only fueled Damien further. They tore around the room like wild pups, one furious and one delighted.
They were complete opposites.
Damien quiet, focused, gentle. A little builder who preferred fixing over breaking.
Dominique chaotic, fearless, and far too amused by destruction.
Fernando often joked that Damien had inherited Sofía’s softness, while Dominique had inherited his ruthlessness. She always brushed it off.
They were children. Children grew. They changed.
But right now, they were wrestling like miniature warriors, their tempers flaring with the same intensity their father carried.
“Dominique! Damien! Stop!” Sofía called.
They ignored her.
“I said stop!”
She winced suddenly, a sharp sensation making her clutch her swollen belly.
Both boys froze instantly and rushed to her side.
Sofía rested her hands over her large baby bump. She was nine months pregnant this time with a girl. Their third child.
“Mommy… did the princess kick you?” Damien asked anxiously.
Sofía smiled despite the discomfort.
She walked back to her bedroom and lowered herself carefully onto the bed. Both boys climbed up beside her.
“Princess, don’t kick Mommy too hard,” Damien whispered, placing his small palm against her stomach.
“Princess, if you kick Mommy again, I’m gonna smash”
“Dominique!” Sofía warned sharply.
He flashed her a sheepish grin. “I’m kidding, Mommy. Relax.”
Sometimes, despite his age, the things he said unsettled her.
“Mommy, she kicked my hand!” Damien said in awe.
“She punched mine too,” Dominique added, jade eyes wide.
They both had dark hair and striking features there was no doubt they would grow into heartbreakers.
They were fully werewolves.
She and Fernando had expected hybrids. But when Cécile removed the spell masking their scent all those years ago, Fernando had heard two strong heartbeats and both carried pure Alpha power.
Sofía had not been disappointed.
Her sons would be strong. Powerful like their father.
The past four years had been the happiest of her life.
But the hardest day had been the day they were born.
Her body had nearly given out. The twins were strong; she was human. They required more strength, more energy than she had to give. The pain had been unbearable. If not for Cécile and Fernando holding her through it she would not have survived.
She hadn’t even known she carried twins until Fernando sensed it.
A year after their birth, she had returned to the academy and completed her final semester with exceptional grades. Fernando had supported her in every way staying up with the babies, encouraging her, believing in her when she doubted herself.
“Dad!” the boys squealed suddenly.
Fernando stood leaning against the doorway, watching his mate with an intense gaze.
Sofía swallowed.
That look.
Memories of the night before surfaced, and warmth rushed to her cheeks.
“What are my strong boys up to?” he asked, lifting both children effortlessly into his arms.
“We were feeling the princess,” Damien explained proudly.
Fernando smiled and kissed both boys before setting them down.
He crossed the room and sat beside Sofía, pulling her carefully onto his lap. Despite her round belly and added weight, he handled her as if she were made of glass.
She opened her mouth to speak
He captured her lips instead.
Damien immediately squeezed his eyes shut.
Dominique made a dramatic gagging sound.
Damien smacked him lightly on the head.
Dominique glared and rubbed the spot. “You’re Mommy’s sweet boy,” he muttered under his breath, annoyance simmering in his tone.