Chapter 7

Since my first venture to Japan with my cubs three years ago, we have returned to visit my parents several times. Each visit period lasts longer and the time between is shorter. My cubs love being in Japan with their grandparents, and I love being near them. So listlessly, I decided to move my small company to Japan.

I had started a small design company that specializes in company design and promotions. Over the years it had taken off well, the small staff of 4 relocated without much complaints and lived in the company house that I had purchased next to my parents. They just do not have the resistance to say no to my cubs.

With each year pass, my cub grows more brightly, shines more brilliantly, and matures more beautifully if that is even possible. I grow weaker with each passing year; my heart and soul yearn for him, and his touch. Though, I long accept the fact that it is an impossibility, deep down I still held to that gossamer of hope that he'll be by my side one day.

Only a few more years, a few more years before I am free from this tortuous road of loneliness. A few more years before my cubs can take care of themselves, under the watchful eyes of his godfather and protective uncles.

I knew from watching my wolf grandparents that wolves without their mate cannot live long after they're cubs are grown. The only reason my grandparents lived as long as they did was because my parents conceived me before my mother reached her wolf majority and passed, leaving me without another close wolf relative. However, once I reach my wolf majority with cubs of my own they pass in their sleep one night. Leaving me, as I would soon leave my cubs. As days passed it was becoming more and more difficult to hide my failing strength and resignation from them.

Conan knew that I was without a mate, he had tried to take his place in my heart. I had learned to love him as a lover, as my mate. My soul had refused, we had even tried for our cubs, after Haruaka and Yuuka, but it was not meant to be. However much that I had wished that I had met Conan first, I did not, and I cannot not change the past just as I cannot change my heart and soul.

"MOMO chan! It's lunch time."

"Haruto! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that, stop following Coana's example." Since my cub and I have always had a fondness for peaches, when they are in season I am never without one a day, Conan had called me that one day during his office visits and Haruto has never let it go since.

"Does this mean that only Conan san can call you Momo chan?"

"No it does not." My face red with anger, but mostly embarrassment. The rest of my staff just laugh as they watch the daily occurrences. We visited a restaurant near our current work site. It was filled with hosts and their clients, none of us mind as we work with people of various styles, ethics, and preferences, even if there is too much PDA.

That's when I see him walking in, arms full of women. I did not think that a blue blood lineage like him would be working as a host. My heart burned with rage and jealousy, my soul was fighting for me to go over there and rip them apart. I fought rationally and forced my soul down, hiding my scent. It was not a difficult task as the restaurant is filled with Madararui.

"Shi chan?"

I look up to see Haruto looking unnecessary serious in the few times since we knew each other. He reached forward to wipe the tears that I did not realize was escaping from my eyes. "Just some unpleasant memories." The group tense, we all knew each other well, we were more than coworkers, more than boss and subordinates, we were a broken mis-match family that looked out for one another, and it only took them a second to realize. It was impossible for them to ignore when Yo… Madarame's aurora was flaring out like the sun. Challenging and provoking every dominate in the restaurant. His scent was permeating through the air, even the most dense of madararui who had met my daughter would recognize the similarity in their, no our scent.

"Is that him?"

"Leave it."

"SHI chan!"

"Drop it." I said with finality, I have long come to term with the broken bonding between Madarame and I. "I am not leaving Conan. How he chose to live his life is of no consequences to me. Let us finish our meal first, after all we have a deadline to meet." All of a sudden, the person of discussion turns my face with the palm of his hand.

"Pres?" He stares at my face, then lower to my chest. "Sorry, wrong person, but would you like to join us for lunch instead?"

"I am sorry, but I have prior arrangement with my coworker. Please remove your hand from my person."

"Yonekuni, she just leave her."

Unknowingly, a sad smile appeared on my face, his preferred choice of female never changes. As soon as I realize my expression, I quickly wipe it away with an air of nonchalance. "I believe you have prior engagement as well, Mr. Madarame"

"Then another time Miss."

"I am afraid not Madarame san."