Chapter summary: Chapter 55 from the book Princess of the Werewolves by ddralapp
Discover the most important events of Chapter 55, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel Princess of the Werewolves. With the engaging writing of ddralapp, this Internet masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.
"I can't. Elise and Matthew need to eat, then take baths, then I have to finish planning the coronation ceremony. Ryan wants to have a romantic dinner today, so I have to find a sitter. And I'm completely exhausted!" Jordyn shouted frustrated, then started bawling.
Was this normal? She was just shouting, now she's crying. I hope not all women are like this, that would just be too much. What if Eve's like that? I would literally go crazy. "I can hear your thoughts Asher" Eve snapped though the mind-link. Needless to say, I quickly blocked my thoughts from her.
"Just rest until dinner. I'll take care of Elise and Matthew. The coronation can wait a few days. Just go home" Eve said softly.
"But you can't do it alone. These kids are a handful" Jordyn said while motioning towards the crying baby and Matthew, who just spilled his whole bowl of cereal.
"I'll help" I said while picking Elise up from her high chair. She started moving around until she stuck her thumb in her mouth and her crying stopped.
"See, Jordyn. We'll be fine. Go home" Eve said.
Jordyn reluctantly nodded. "Call me if anything- and I mean anything- goes wrong" she said before leaving the castle.
Eve picked up the empty bowl and put it in the sink before cleaning up the cereal. Matthew watched her with a frown on his face. I put Elise back in her high chair so I could get Matthew more cereal.
Before I made it a foot away from her, Elise started wailing and screaming. I quickly picked her up and started bouncing. Her cries slowly died down, and were non-existent when Eve finished cleaning the spilled food.
"You're pretty good with her" Eve said while leaning against the counter. I shrugged and smiled when I saw that Elise was staring at me with her big light-brown eyes. I made my way to the fridge and took out the milk. I held Elise with one hand while I started pouring the milk into her sippy-cup.
I heard sobbing, but it wasn't coming from Elise. Me and Eve's heads both snapped toward Matthew who was rubbing his eyes as more tears streamed down his face.
"Hey, squirt" Eve said softly. "What's wrong?"
"I-I'm s-sorr-y" Matthew stuttered. Eve wrapped her arms around his small body and gently ran her hand on his back to calm him down.
"Why are you sorry?" Eve asked after Matthew stopped crying.
"I didn't help when the big guys took you" Matthew said quietly before dropping to the floor and wrapping his arms around Eve's legs. "I'm sorry. I tried to help. Please stop being mad" Matthew begged.
Eve frowned and picked up her little brother. "I'm not mad. I had a bad day yesterday. I shouldn't have yelled"
I felt her guilt and sadness wash over me. I decided to distract myself by making food. I handed Elise her cup and started pulling out the ingredients for pancakes. Eve was whispering, so I wouldn't be able to hear her. I wasn't trying to listen.
Eve's eyes went wide before she backed away from the child. "I didn't do it" she said.
I dropped the strainer in the sink and picked up Elise. After rocking her around for a while, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and stopped crying. Eve started cracking eggs into the bowl for the pancake mix. My mind drifted off to when we would have kids.
Our pups would be strong and gorgeous. They would protect each other. I'll watch the kids while Eve would cook. We would all go to the park. Elise and Matthew would spoil the kids with clothes and food and money. Shawn will claim that he's the 'best uncle in the whole wide world.'
"You sound like a girl" Eve said, interrupting my thoughts.
I groaned. "Stay out of my mind"
Eve giggled and poured some batter onto the pan. I continued to play with Elise while Eve cooked. When all the pancakes were cooked, we ate a late breakfast with Elise and Matthew.
Genevieve
Its been a week since me and Asher started the mating process. I still haven't talked to Matthew. I procrastinate a lot. When he was crying in the kitchen, I assured him that I wasn't mad at him, nor were our parents. I still haven't told him that they're gone. I'm not sure how to tell him. I have to tell him soon, cause their funeral is in five days. There's no right way to tell him. Any way that I say it will hurt him.

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