Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 70

Two weeks later

“Luna Fiona!”

“Luna Fiona!”

“Luna Fiona!”

Fiona snapped out of her thoughts at the mention of her name, and she saw the eyes of every one of

the physicians at the citadel on her. The citadel, which was the former settlement, finished its

reconstruction a year and a half ago. It became the capital of medical research in the werewolf world,

and Fiona and Marion supervised it.

Every two weeks, physicians all around the werewolf world meet to discuss their findings and any

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Six months after the citadel began running, Julian and Fiona took a step to meet up with the head of

the World Health Organisation, along with his elders in the werewolf world.

They propose a pact to share findings regarding the human world-if the humans promise to do the

same. It was a fruitful step, and Julian handed over the werewolf world’s findings on cancer treatments

and their permanent cure. That was a year ago, and since then, the two worlds have shared resources

not only medically but financially. It was all in an attempt to create a better world.

Fiona supervised the citadel while Julian oversaw the High Tower, which was the financial caliphate in

the entire werewolf world. The two never interfered with each other’s running unless there was reason

to. Fiona, in Julian’s absence three weeks ago, kept a close eye on the Hightower, and he did the same

for the Citadel whenever she visited the human world.

They did visit each other at their workplaces. She couldn’t count the number of times Julian had

entered her office and backed her against her desk. Nor did she keep a record of the number of times

she showed up at the High Tower unannounced and without

any pants on.

Those were the good times. There was no such thing anymore, and those memories felt

like ages ago.

“I am sorry. What did you say?” She asked, turning her attention to Marion, who had

called her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and his eyes narrowed on her in concern.

She nodded her head and forced a smile on her face, “Oh, I am fine, Marion. You do not have to worry

about me.” She lied, and it was something she never had to do before. She never did because she

never had a reason to.

It was two weeks, and Julian had yet to tell her he loved her,

To anyone, that would be a light thing, but it wasn’t to her. It was something that meant the world to her.

A day had not gone by since they became official without him declaring his feelings for her. Even when

he was away, he called and made sure he reminded her of those words, and so she got used to them.

He always made it his duty to tell her how much he loved her, in case she forgot.

She didn’t want to remind him that he had yet to tell her that he loved her.

That would make her look pathetic and maybe desperate, and she didn’t want to look that way.

He should know that, but it had been two weeks since his return, and he didn’t seem to remember.

That wasn’t the only different thing about him; he was no longer the way he used to be. Not with her,

and not with her sons.

He barely had time for them, and when he did, he was barely there. The old Julian always made time,

but since his return, he has become a different being.

Her senses didn’t pick up any changes. He felt the same, and whenever they were alone, he couldn’t

take his hands off her, and she didn’t stop him, but these changes had gotten to her. They were not

little to her.

She had asked him if all was right with him, but he had swept her away with his charming smile and

told her all was fine. He made his excuse using work and the change in structure of the Hightower. She

also had work, but she still prioritised him and her sons above all things, but she didn’t push him.

She carried on through the rest of the day, doing her best not to zone out again.

When the day ended, she came home, hoping to see the boys at home, but when she came home, she

was told they were yet to return. It was a Wednesday, which meant it was Julian’s turn to pick them up.

They were one hour later than their usual home time.

Did he forget?

Was that even possible?

She couldn’t play the wait game with her sons still in school, so she called him. The Hightower was

closer to Rayfield Academy, so he would pick them up and come home.

Thirty minutes later, Julian’s Jeep pulled up in front of their mansion. The boys came down along with

Julian, and he held onto their hands, and they made their way inside.

Fiona stood upstairs watching this and noticing the errors in the scene he was seeing. She came out of

the bedroom to meet them, and the boys ran over to her to hug her tightly.

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

“My babies.” She stooped and wrapped her arms around them for a tight hug before letting them go.

“You two must be exhausted.”

June nodded. “Yes, mommy.”

“I am so hungry.” Jashin announced dramatically, and Fiona chuckled.

“Good thing Ophelia is making your favourite. Spaghetti and vegetables.”

The boys jumped around in excitement.

“Go freshen up and then come downstairs for your food, okay?”

She didn’t get to finish before the two boys took to their heels, running as fast as their little, weary legs

could take them.

She laughed and then turned to Julian, who had been silent since he stepped into the

room.

“I

guess work was hectic?” She picked up his most famous line.

He sighed. “You are upset with me, and you should be; I should have done better, but I didn’t, and I am

sorry.”

She nodded. “It’s fine then; just don’t make a habit of forgetting to pick up your children. They will

interpret it and say you do not care about them.”

She expected him to counter her last statement and tell her that making a mistake today didn’t mean

he didn’t care about them. That was what the Julian she knew would have done, but he said nothing.

He remained silent, and that came as a surprise to her.

He k*ssed her cheek and headed for the bedroom when she spoke. “You also should carry them more.

I noticed you haven’t done that since you returned.”

“They are big boys, and they grew bigger with every passing day. I will wear myself out when carrying

them.”

“They are seven, Julian.” She argued.

“They are big seven-year-olds.” He countered.

“And you are the Lycan king; that makes you the strongest man alive.” She didn’t want to go back and

forth with him; she just wanted to make him see just how faulty his

argument was.

“What sort of interrogation is this?” he groaned, and he looked displeased.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I do not want to argue with you.”

“That is not how I’m receiving it.” He spoke, and his tone told her his guards had gone up. There was

no need for that; she was just worried.

She pressed her lips together and stepped towards him. “I am sorry then; I want to know if you are

okay. That is all. You will tell me if something is wrong, won’t you?” She came to him and placed her

hands around his waist to ease the tension his b*dy had created.

Her gaze locked on his green ones, and there she saw him trying his best to keep his emotions as far

away as possible. There was so much commotion in his eyes, and she didn’t know what to make of

them.

“I am fine.” He finally replied and drew a sharp breath: “Hectic day as always, but I am fine. I promise. I

will not forget to pick the boys up again.”

away.

She nodded and flashed him a smile. He leaned in, k*ssed her lips, and walked “You should come

along; showering together is one of my favourite things.” He called to her.

She followed behind.