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Previously on Clouded Destiny …

His giggles cut off suddenly as the front door bell rang. My brothers and I all shared a confused look. Who the hell knocked anymore these days? The Pack and family just walked right in. MJ slowly let PT from the choke hold, moving over to the window. We knew he would only see the top of the porch covering. There was no car at the curb.

"Who could that be?" I asked curiously.

"When did Nix say he was going to pick you up?" he asked, ignoring my question.

I glanced at the clock before shaking my head, replying, "Not for another hour or so."

"No one ever knocks anymore," PT pointed out lowly.

MJ nodded, his face blank as he moved out the bedroom. PT and I were on his heels but let him take the lead. I recognised his need to protect and would never deny him his instincts, neither would PT. Though, I noticed PT kept me behind him. I rolled my eyes at my older brothers. They won't ever change.

Reaching the entryway, we could see a slim silhouette through the frosted glass of the front door. We all shared a look again before MJ told us silently to stay put. We watched, slightly curious as well as anxious, as he approached the front door. When he opened it, standing there was the last person we expected to see smiling softly back at us.

Why now? Why now, when our fathers were gone?

"Hello … my grandsons," Skyla crooned, smiling wider as she took in our gaping faces.

Oh, this wasn't going to sit well with Papa at all. No way.

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Chapter Nineteen

Confrontations

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MJ's Point of View

As my brothers and I gaped at the strikingly beautiful woman, who happened to be our fairy grandmother, standing on our porch, I tried to think of the best way to tell her to leave without disrespecting her but was coming up blank.

Skyla … Well, I guess it was Skyla Tyler, since Grandpa's last name was Uley … was really beautiful, like in an otherworldly sense. She had the high cheek bones, perfect copper skin and cupids bow lips. Her hair was long and glossy, shining even in the dull light of La Push. Her eyes were so deep and a shade of brown I thought I'd never seen before. I wasn't, by any means, checking out my grandmother, that was just gross, but I wasn't blind – her body was the epitome of a woman.

But what the fuck was she doing on our front porch? Did she really think that while my Papa was away, she could move in on us? I could understand her wanting to get to know us, but going behind Papa's back to do it wasn't the way to go about it. In fact, I was sure that this little stunt would just increase the hate he already felt towards her.

She really wasn't helping her case as she barged passed all three of us to get into the house. PT began to growl as SJ shrunk into the background a little bit. I held out an arm to PT, cutting off his growl mid-throat. He glared at me before fixing it upon our grandmother.

I glanced at SJ, who offered me a shaky smile in return. He hated any sort of confrontation he wasn't confident in, like this one. He didn't know anything about Skyla, and that made him extremely uncomfortable. I flicked my fingers towards myself, beckoning him forward. He did as he was told, keeping behind my shoulder as I turned back to Skyla.

She was milling around the house, taking it in for all its glory as if she had the right. She paid no attention to the silent conversation passing between my brothers and I, nor to the glare PT was sending her way with a vengeance at her ignorance.

"I see my Chris has done quite well for himself," she murmured eventually with a soft smile on her face. She finally turned to meet my gaze. "Both his house and his family."

I felt SJ's blush against my shoulder, the heat of his making me smile in spite of myself. It was just like him to blush at something like that. PT however, didn't appreciate what she said.

"'Your Chris'? He isn't 'your Chris'. He's ours! You left him. You didn't want him. What makes you think that you can just waltz back into his life now and try to claim mother rights?" he growled, taking a threatening step forward.

She didn't move, nor did her expression change at his threat. I extended an arm out in front of him, shaking my head slightly. He scowled but took a step back, moving closer to SJ.

As calm as can be, which was as creepy as it was the first time, she replied, "He will always be my Chris, Paul Samuel. I may have made a huge mistake in letting him go, in faking my death, but I regret both and here to set things right."

My brow lifted. "You really think there's anything to salvage between you two?" I asked incredulously. I continued on before she could reply, "He had a shit childhood. He was beaten, raped, abused, bouncing from foster home, to foster home, to orphanage until he was sixteen. His life was hell. He was plagued by your death, convincing himself that he was the one who killed you. He tried to kill himself!"

I was shouting by the end, my anger getting the best of me. I snapped my mouth shut, taking a deep breath through my nose to calm the fuck down. Skyla stared at me with that same calm expression, making me wonder whether she knew all of this. If she did, that was just a whole new level of fucked up. Who stood by, what mother stood by and let all that shit happen to their kid? So fucked up.

"He met Dad. Things started to get better. He was still messed up, but Dad really helped him through everything. I'd like to think that my brothers and I were what made his life truly worthwhile, but I know it wasn't just us. Everyone loves Papa, and you being here is bringing back the old Chris, the one who was angry and bitter. You're pissing off a hell of a lot of people, Skyla," I warned her.

"I just wanted to see him again. Is that a crime?" she asked in defence.

I sighed. "No, but why now? Why not sooner? Why fake your death at all? Why not just raise him and love him like you were always supposed to?" I asked in exasperation. Nothing she has done and said made any sense in my mind. I just couldn't understand her.

"If I hadn't have done everything I did, nothing would be as it is right now. You wouldn't even be here, with me, having this conversation. None of you would even be a glimmer in Chris' eye because he would have never found his way to La Push had I claimed him as my own."

"So what? Everything you've done, everything he's been through, is all for his own good? Is that what you're saying?" PT asked with a scoff.

Skyla's expression finally changed as she sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose between her finger and thumb. She shook her head to herself before looking back at us. "No. None of what he's been through, pre-La Push, was good for him, but it still needed to happen. I know you think I'm heartless, for giving up my son and watching him grow as he has, but do you think it was easy on my heart? Because it wasn't. Far from it. It killed me every day. Every blow dealt against him was like a knife to my very soul. And when that disgusting man touched him like that …I almost intervened right then and there."

"So why didn't you? You chose instead to stand back and let that happen to him? How fucked up is that?" PT exclaimed.

Skyla nodded. "It is … fucked up, as you put it. I know that, but I can't change the past. I can only fix the future," she said softly.

"Well, can I just say, this is a perfect way to start," I told her sarcastically, gesturing between us.

She cocked an eyebrow in question, making me scoff.

"Do you think Papa won't find out about this? Do you really think he's going to be okay with you barging into his home and confronting his kids without him here?" I asked. Surely, the woman can't be that dim?

"I'm not dim, Matthew," she huffed, frowning at me.

I blushed, having forgotten that she could read minds. "Sorry," I muttered, ducking my head in embarrassment.

She sighed and smiled softly. "No matter … And I understand what you're saying, I really do, but this was my only chance to meet you on personal terms, at least for now, and you know it. Chris would never let me near you if he were here," she stated.

"So why go behind his back? Do you think, by doing this, that he'll be more inclined to let you see us in the future? You're supposed to be building some sort of trust with him, a relationship, but you're off to a piss poor start, if you ask me," PT commented with a shake of his head.

"Aren't you the least bit curious about me?" Skyla asked randomly.

I half shrugged. "Well … yeah, I guess. You are our grandmother, after all. We just don't want to piss Papa off. We respect him too much to go behind his back," I stated, emphasising those last few words. "Besides, you have to prove to us that you aren't just going to … skip out on us. What's the point of building a relationship with you if you're just going to leave?"

"It would, indeed, be pointless," she agreed with a soft nod. "I know you won't take my word, only my actions, but I can tell you that I won't make the same mistake twice. I want to know my family."

"Before you can prove that to us, you need to prove that to Papa," SJ murmured, avoiding Skyla's gaze. "You've hurt him more than anyone ever has. Coming back here just proves to him that you lied, that you gave him up on your own free will and set him up for the childhood of torture he had to endure. You have a lot of making up to do. Maybe … maybe too much."

"All I can do is try," she whispered, biting her soft lip as she peered at us with sad eyes. "I can see the topic of Chris is weighing heavily on you all, as it is me. Why don't we speak of something else?"

"Or you could just leave?" PT bit back, glaring once again.

I frowned at him. "PT, I know she's in the wrong here, but don't forget your manners. Dad taught us better than that," I reminded him softly.

His scowl softened out as he sighed, nodding. I turned back to Skyla.

"Like what?" I asked finally. I'd be lying if I wasn't curious. What more could there be to talk about?

"How about that time you, PT, made the fire explode? Or when you, SJ, burst those water pipes in your Dad's kitchen?" she suggested, smirking at the look of pure shock that crossed our faces.

"What? How did you … How do you know about that?" SJ asked, frowning.

"I'm Fae. I know precisely when and where my predecessors are channelling my family magic. Let me tell you boys, it flows heavily through all of you. I see those wings on your wrists, MJ. I have the same pair on my shoulders," she informed us with a knowing smile.

She turned to PT and SJ. "Have either of you noticed any abnormal tattoos lately as well?" she asked them curiously.

"We'll get tattoos too?" PT asked in spite of him.

"From what I feel flowing through you, PT, you have both fire and earth governing your mind and spirit. Have you always been the outdoors-y time? Short fused? Easy to irritate?" she asked, cocking a thin eyebrow.

PT hesitated but then nodded, curious as to where she was taking this. She nodded knowingly.

"All characteristics of the fire and earth Fae magic coursing through you. Once you've channelled that magic, controlled it, you will receive your insignias of proof like I did, and like MJ has," she told him.

"What … about me? What do you feel about me?" SJ whispered, shyly meeting her gaze for the first time. He blushed deep scarlet as she smiled at him softly.

"The water energy coursing through you has no doubt made you … quiet and subdued, but fierce and strong when the time calls for it. Am I correct?" she asked, smirking.

SJ just stared at her in wonder, probably wondering how he knew his personality to a 't'. SJ has always been shy and non-confrontational, but rose up to protect his family without hesitation. I guess water has always been temperamental, but I wouldn't pin that trait on SJ.

"Y-yes, I am exactly like that," SJ admitted quietly.

Skyla nodded. "And you just 'go with the flow', as you earthlings say, don't you? Not many situations get by your laid back, calm demeanour?" she guessed.

SJ's eyes widened slightly. "How do you know that about me? We've never met before," he whispered in wonder.

"I know your spirit. Like PT, you are also governed by two elements. Water … and wind. Your calm demeanour and 'going with the flow' can be traits of either. You can be kind and caring, like a warm, summer's day breeze against your skin, or you can be fierce and relentless like the mightiest of tsunamis. You're quite the opposite of you brother there," she chuckled, gesturing to PT.

"You got that right," I agreed, smiling.

"Hey, I can be fierce and relentless!" PT protested with a slight pout.

Skyla giggled. "Of course, you can, but you lack the finesse and cunning that SJ could channel through his elements. Fire and earth have not been known to step back and ask questions before they act. They strike first, think later."

I snorted. "Yeah, sounds like PT," I agreed again.

PT punched me in the arm.

"So, our … powers … we got them from you?" SJ asked interestedly.

Skyla considered that for a moment. "Essentially. Though, your genes came directly from Chris, you indirectly got the 'powers' from me. Fae magic is inherited through blood, much like your wolves," she explained.

SJ nodded, his gaze unfocused as he lost himself to his thoughts.

"Why doesn't Papa have these freaky powers then?" PT asked after a minute or two of silence.

Skyla shrugged in return. The movement didn't suit her posture though. "I don't know … active genes have been known to skip generations, just like your wolf, but the gene hasn't skipped generations in my family for … oh, for thousands of years. Chris the first for a very long time," she sighed. "Nick has them, as you've seen."

"Does he know you're here?" I asked curiously. I had a feeling he didn't.

She confirmed that feeling as she shook her head negatively. "No, he doesn't. Though, no doubt he'll have noted my absence by now. He's probably on his way here already," she told us, sighing heavily in irritation as her eyes closed.

"You better fucking hope to God he gets here before I tear you a-fucking-part!" came a vicious snarl from the doorway.

My brothers and I gasped, our heads whipping around so fast our necks cracked in unison. My eyes widened as they settled on the trembling, pissed off figure of my Papa, practically foaming at the mouth in his rage as he stood in front of Dad in the doorway. Dad's eyes were huge as he took in the scene, scanning over the three of us for injuries as he gripped Papa's vibrating arm.

Skyla sighed tiredly from her place across the room, her face in her hands. She wasn't banking on them coming home so early. I bet she thought she had another twenty-four hours. She was wrong. My fathers were back. One was pissed the fuck off, and the other was in Protective Momma mode. This had the potential of turning really bad, super fast.

"Papa, just calm down, okay?" I pleaded, moving to stand before him with my palms raised to placate him. I should have known it was for nothing.

"Calm down? Fucking calm down?! The fuck I'll calm down, MJ! All of you, go to your damn rooms! I'll deal with you later," he snarled, pulling Dad out of the doorway so we could get passed.

"But Papa, we-"

"NOW!" he bellowed, cutting SJ off.

SJ whimpered and was the first to scamper from the room. His bedroom door shut seconds later. Papa glared at PT and I until we finally saw he meant business and decided to get the hell out of dodge. Neither of us said a word to each other as we sprinted up the stairs, knowing we were in big trouble for even letting her in the house, let alone speaking to her. Our doors shut at the same time as the yelling downstairs began. I leant against my bedroom door, praying that this didn't get too out of hand.

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Seth's Point of View

I sighed softly in contentment as I stroked the sexy splattering of hair just below my mate's navel. I smiled lazily as his abdomen muscles twitch and retracted under my ministrations. His quiet, deep chuckle puffed across my hair and vibrated in his chest.

"Pup, that tickles," he stated, making no move to stop me.

I giggled again. "I know … You know, that is so sexy," I commented, smirking.

"What is?"

"A big macho man like you, subdued and reduced to tears of laughter and mush from a few swipes on his side," I replied, snickering.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back in the grassy meadow we'd stopped in, staring up at the bright, brown eyes of my Chris. I grinned widely, stroking a few wisps of hair from his forehead. He was still sweaty from our last and final round before we began our journey home. We'd been gone for four days, and the sexual desires between us had become manageable as we neared the end of my heat; it was about time we got back to our boys. It was only nine, and we were only an hour out from La Push, so we would get back in no time at all.

"Do you think that's funny, hmm?" he asked, smirking devilishly. "You think you have the secret to control me?"

"I control you just fine without tickling you," I purred, grinning.

He growled and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. I giggled, panting up at him as my arousal spiked once more. It had been non-stop over the last ninety-six hours, and I swear, I felt like I could go on for ninety-six more. God, if I had my way, we'd never bloody stop!

"You think, do you?" he rumbled, dipping his lips down to my neck.

I moaned as he nipped the sensitive skin of my tendon, of his mating mark, trailing licks and kisses up the side of my neck to my ear. I was a panting, moaning mess beneath him, completely in his control … and without tickling.

"Tell me, Pup …" he purred into my ear, breathing heavily down my neck and raising goosebumps across my whole body. "Do you feel in control now?"

"Oh God …" I whimpered as he nibbled on my earlobe, before yelping as he bit it hard.

"I asked you a question," he growled fiercely.

"Yes! God, I mean, no! No … not in control. God, Chris …" I blurted, clawing at his sides to get him closer.

"You're insatiable, Pup," he stated with a chuckle as he felt my hard length poking his thigh.

I whined. I could feel his own nudging my belly. "Mmm … only for you," I replied breathlessly.

Then surprisingly, he groaned in frustration. "God damn it, we said no more … we need to get home," he grunted in displeasure.

I whined with my own. "Oh come on … you can't cut me off now. You got me like this," I accused, glaring up at him playfully.

"Did I now?" he murmured in amusement.

I nodded, smirking. "Yeah, so you better do something to fix it," I demanded, still mock glaring.

He cocked an eyebrow, his smirk conveying a thousand promises. I shivered in delight as his warm, large hands stroked down my sides to grip my hips. Licking my lips, I tried to buck them up into his own, to grind our cocks together, but he was having none of it. I whined in frustration.

"Easy, Pup. You said to do something …" he trailed off suggestively, his eyes shining with mirth as they peered into mine.

I almost groaned in longing as he began to plaster my chest with feather-light kisses, descending lower and lower. I practically went wild when I realised what he was about to do, pushing his shoulders insistently so he'd hurry the hell up and suck me. He wasn't one to be pushed around by anybody though and continued his leisurely pace towards my cock.

I lay gasping for air with my forearm thrown over my eyes fifteen minutes later, my entire body spent. He truly did have the most spectacular mouth and tongue I had ever known, and he knew just what to do to make me a puddle of sexed up Seth goo. I hummed and moaned softly in delight as he trailed back up my body, kissing places as he went until his sinful lips connected with mine.

I lifted my arm and threw it across the back of his shoulders, pulling him closer. My tongue plundered his mouth, but I soon gave up control to my dominant mate. He growled lustfully before breaking the kiss, leaving me breathless once again.

"You know, you seriously need to let me catch my breath before you steal it again," I teased, gasping.

He just smirked and hopped to his feet, making me whine in protest. He smirked wider. "What? You told me to do something, and I did, now though, we need to get going," he told me, leaving no room for argument. "I would love nothing more than to stay out here and pound you into the earth, but we have responsibilities. Our boys need us."

I groaned at his teasing words but knew he was also speaking sense. Our boys did need us. It was time. I sighed heavily and nodded, grasping his hand as he reached down. He heaved me up effortlessly, smiling softly as he watched me brush the grass and leaves from my backside. Once I was finished, he leaned over for one last kiss before stepping a far ways away from me, phasing on the spot.

I shuddered with delight as my eyes revelled in the strong body of my mate's wolf. My she-wolf howled for him, but I beat her back. It was time go back to the land of life and responsibility. I bowed slightly, feeling the familiar heat scorch up my back, but it was slow going. Seconds later, I was a wolf and my mind was connected with Chris'.

That took a little longer than usual, Chris stated thoughtfully.

I nodded. Yeah, but come on … Race ya! I challenged, darting off in the next second.

He growled loudly and clambered after me. Being so much larger than me did nothing to deter him or his speed. He caught up to me easily, nudging my side with his and sending me off kilter.

That's cheating! I protested indignantly as he raced passed me, snickering all the while.

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… Two hours later …

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An hour long trip was turned into two and a half, very pleasurable, hours. It turned out, seeing my tail swish back and forth, and my ass on full display, was a little too much for my mate to handle. He jumped me when we were about halfway home and took me over and over again. I had to lie down for ten minutes in wolf form because my legs were completely useless.

Nearing La Push, familiar scents of Pack and family bombarded my senses, relaxing me significantly. I was greeted warmly with familiar sighs and sounds that I some times took for granted around home. Chris was the same. We slowed down to a trot when we hit the boundaries. A second later, we were greeted by our Alpha.

So the love birds return … Welcome home, he greeted, butting my head with his.

I returned it in kind. Hey Jake, everything been okay around here? The boys haven't been rowdy have they? I asked worriedly.

Jake's wolf snickered. Nah, they've been great. It's been quite entertaining to tease them about their fathers' … activities, he teased.

I laughed as did Chris.

Is all … good between you guys now? No lingering guilt or anything? Jacob checked with hesitancy.

Chris sighed softly but shook his head. No, not really. Our reconnection was exactly what we need to get back on track, he answered, nuzzling my nose with his.

Thank fuck for that, Jacob sighed playfully. Get on home, guys. I know three young men who have missed the fuck out the both of you.

You don't have to tell us twice, Jake. See you later, I bid farewell, trotting off towards our home with Chris right next to me.

I knew the precise moment he smelt what I did. Chris' whole body tensed to fight as he sped up into a sprint, tearing throw the last hundred yards to the house. His growl became louder when her scent became stronger. I knew that this would be bad so I tried to keep pace with him. I managed to stop him from barging right on in after he'd phased to human.

I rummaged through the base of an oak boarding our house, pulling out the plastic storage box which held numerous pairs of cut offs. His second leg was barely through its hole before he was bounding towards the house. I had to stumble into my own shorts just to keep up with him.

"Chris! Chris, wait!" I called after him but was too late as he disappeared into the house. I cursed silently, speeding up. I entered moments after him, hearing the tail end of Skyla's sentence.

" … doesn't. Though, no doubt he'll have noted my absence by now. He's probably on his way here already," she said, sighing.

"You better fucking hope to God he gets here before I tear you a-fucking-part!" Chris snarled as his body began to vibrate.

I watched as my boys whipped around, stunned by our sudden appearance, but happy that we were back. I kept my hand on Chris' elbow as to prevent him from doing anything stupid to his mother, hate or no hate. I looked over my boys' forms, searching for any form of injury or imperfection. There was none, thank God.

My gaze was drawn back towards Skyla as she sighed yet again, looking surprised and irritated by our appearance. I bet she didn't think we would be back to witness this little scene. How dare she come to my home, speak to my boys, without their Papa or I being here! Did she have no respect at all?

MJ then made the mistake of opening his diplomatic mouth, "Papa, just calm down, okay?" He raised his palms, facing towards us as if to placate his enraged Papa.

Good luck with that, Son, I thought.

"Calm down? Fucking calm down?! The fuck I'll calm down, MJ! All of you, go to your damn rooms! I'll deal with you later," Chris snarled in return, unintentionally taking his rage out on them.

Unless he was mad at them for this situation. I highly doubted that Skyla had taken 'no' for an answer, or even given them chance to decline her audience before she came barging in here. My boys were much too respectful to kick anyone out the house, so therefore they must have been stuck with her until we showed up.

Chris pulled me out the doorway so that my boys could have passage to their rooms, but they hesitated, looking wary and in SJ's case, more than a little freaked out. My heart went out to him.

"But Papa, we-"

"NOW!" Chris bellowed, cutting our son off while making me jump out of my skin.

A whimper sounded and then SJ was darting passed us like his ass was on fire. He was in his room seconds later. He knew never to disobey their Papa. He had always been the first to comply when they were growing up. Chris glared at our two remaining sons until they got the message that their Papa wasn't kidding around anymore. They shot off after SJ, safely in their rooms moments later.

No sooner had their doors closed, Chris began to yell.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! How dare you come in here, into my house, where my sons live, and think it's fucking okay to do so! I could skin you alive for this!" he growled, shaking.

"Oh, Christopher, must you overreact? How else am I supposed to get to know my grandsons if you persistently keep them away?" Skyla asked in return, folding her arms as she glowered at her son.

This was the face of reconciliation and remorse amongst the Fae? I'd hate to see hatred, or disgust, I thought to myself with a frown.

"Overreacting? Fuck you! Like fuck are they your grandsons! That implies that I'm your son, but you are not my mother! My mother died during child birth and has been dead to me ever since! Get the fuck out of my house, God damn it!" he demanded, flexing his fingers with the need to phase.

I quickly reached out and weaved my fingers through his, giving him that extra grounding support that he didn't even know he craved. He squeezed my hand sin subtle thanks but never took his eyes off the woman standing across the room.

"I said, get the fuck out! I don't want you here, near my mate, near my cubs, contaminating the fucking air we breathe! You're fucking dead to me, Skyla, and the sooner you fucking register that, the better off we'll all be! Just go back to wherever you crawled from!" Chris bellowed viciously, becoming increasingly irate the longer he peered at his 'mother'.

"Christopher, I am your mother. You will not speak to me that way!" Skyla demanded loudly, her eyes flashing red in her anger as she glared down my Chris.

Chris growled back in fury and took a threatening step forward. I held him back again but was seconds away from spearing this poor excuse of a mother myself. I've had just about enough of this!

"You listen here and you listen close, Skyla," I commanded bitingly, drawing her shocked gaze towards me.

I don't think she was expecting me to say anything, more like expecting me to stand by and let my dominant do the talking. Like hell I would.

I stepped out from behind Chris' protective stance, though he kept a hand on my waist as support, and faced my mother-in-law head on. "You don't come in to my house, speak to my children and disrespect my Chris like you have without facing some damn consequences, namely me. You're not welcome here. My Chris does not want you here, so you need to get the fuck out," I commanded with a growl.

"Chris is mine. He is my son," she snapped back.

I laughed sardonically. "You came to claim 'your son'? A son that wants nothing to do with you? Good luck with that, bitch, because he's mine and always will be mine," I snarled, feeling my wolf come to the surface.

She tended to do so when bitches come in and try to take our mate, mother or not. Who the fuck does Skyla think she is?!

"Do you even have any idea who you're talking to, you stupid mutt? My Chris is much too good for the likes of you. Once I get him home, he'll see that your entire relationship is wrong, and we'll work together as mother and son to break the abomination of an imprint you've trapped him with!" she shouted, her eyes flashing with her intensity.

Two ferocious growls resonated through my house simultaneously. One came from my Chris; I felt its vibrations rumble deep within his chest. The other … came from the 6'5, muscular, enraged male fairy that just smashed his way through my squeaky-clean living room window. Nice. He's so paying for that later …

Nick had inevitably tracked his mother down, and boy did he look pissed. He looked ready to rip her head from her shoulders, mother be damned. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he shrieked, scowling deeply at his mother. "Have you completely lost your mind?!"

Skyla huffed indignantly. "I'm not doing anything discriminating. I was just paying my grandsons a visit while I had the chance. I honestly think this has been blown entirely out of proportion," she replied, folding her arms over her chest defensively. "If Chris and Seth didn't try keep them from me, I wouldn't have had to go to such lengths."

"Did it ever occur to you that they just didn't want you near them?" he replied, stressed the fuck out as his hands flailed in front of him passionately as he spoke. "Maybe, just maybe, they had a reason to keep you away from them," he growled.

"I just wanted to meet them!" she cried out in anger and exasperation as she threw her hands in the air, eyes wide.

"I told you! I fucking told you not to come here while Chris and Seth were away, did I not? You're fucking everything up! Everything you say or do reflects badly on me, destroying my chances of building an actual relationship with my brother!" Nick yelled angrily. "Channel your fucking water and chill the fuck out! This is going to happen over-fucking-night! Regardless of what you fucking believe, Mother, everything is not handed to you on a silver fucking platter!"

I stared at the raging fairy pacing before my very eyes, mouth gaping in shock and slight awe of this man. I don't think I've ever heard so many f-bombs uttered in one little speech before from anyone. Well, except Paul that one time he stubbed his toe and was caught cursing at his bed frame. I was also stunned by the tone he used towards his mother. I wouldn't be alive right now if I'd have spoken to Sue like that!

I also couldn't help noticing the bizarreness of this situation. The sudden power swap between the two of them had caught me off guard, and I just couldn't stop staring. I'd always thought that Skyla had been in charge of their little fairy trio, but watching Nick in action right now was making me reassess their whole dynamic. The look of genuine remorse on Skyla's face made it obvious that Nick was well within his rights to go off on her like he just did.

Interesting.

"Nicholas, Ion Nîn, I-"

"No, don't say another god damn word to me right now. Just … go back to your useless fuck toy, and let me try to salvage some of your fucking mess," he commanded tiredly, pinching the corners of his eyes with his thumb and finger.

Skyla's chin began to wobble as her eyes filled with tears. My heart went out to her briefly, simply for the fact that I was a sucker for tears and wobbly chins. SJ did the same when he was a child, something I regret to say he'd grown out of. I watched as Skyla fled my house, a sobbing mess. Chris and I stood back, still and silent in our shock of what we'd just witnessed.

Nick paced the floor, from one wall of the living room to another as he grunted and cursed under his breath about disobedient mothers and other incoherent shit. My eyes didn't miss the tension and stress flooding his towering form like a virus. Chris was still tight and tense, trembling slightly, but not half as bad as when he was confronting Skyla.

Finally, the silence became too much in the small living room. Nick's pacing halted and he turned to us, eyes peering right at Chris as he said," I'm so fucking sorry for her. She's always had a mind of her own, disobeying and shit. Let me fix this? Please?"

He was actually begging, his face contorted predominantly with remorse, and a splattering of lingering anger. He was sincere though as he maintained eye contact with my man. I glanced between then, wondering if there was really anything that could be done to 'fix' this, or whether my Chris was about to kick his older brother out the house without hearing him out first.

Knowing my Chris, the latter seemed pretty damn plausible …

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