Chapter 247

Helen’s POV

I bustled around the kitchen with our nanny Celine helping me. On her back, my two-year-old son, Wilson, kicked his legs happily, asking nonsense questions about what we were doing.

Inside me, our new baby, another daughter, kicked and squirmed, looking for more room inside my womb. Celine and I were busy frosting cupcakes for the twins’ birthday. They were turning five today, and it was a big birthday party because we were doing their official reveal.

Today, they would reveal their wolves and begin to learn about them and grow together. Justin and I had spent the last five years working furiously to repair all of the damage his family had done to the reputation of the multi-colored coated werewolves in anticipation of this very day.

The last thing I wanted to do was have my children reveal the color of their wolves only to find out that they were multi-colored, or at least that’s the way it would have been if we hadn’t put in the effort. By now, everyone in the True Mates pack in the surrounding area had figured out how much power the multi-colored coated werewolves could wield.

And for the first time in my life, a single werewolf with a multi-colored coat could have their pick of any mate they wanted. No one was going to tell them no or shun them because of their fur color.

In fact, multi-colored coated wolves were in high demand because they would give a pairing a power-up, especially for those who weren’t already born into families of ranking wolves. So with confidence, I happily frosted two sets of cupcakes.

Aurora wanted mermaid princess cupcakes, so I was frosting those teal and putting shimmery sparkles of every color of white, green, purple, and blue that I could find on them. They certainly looked like something a mermaid princess would eat.

Justin didn’t have the imagination that our daughter did, and he could never understand why she wanted to be a mermaid princess when she was already a lycan princess. But try telling that to an imaginative preschooler.

Luke, on the other hand, was wild about dinosaurs. Celine was much better at decorating cakes than I was, so I let her handle that one. She’d frosted them green and was now airbrushing dinosaur scales onto them, and next, she would frost spikes down the center. They would be very cool from a five-year-old’s point of view.

“How come you guys didn’t just hire a baker?” Randy asked, walking into the kitchen and snatching one of the cupcakes waiting to be frosted.

“Hey, those are for the party,” I said, trying to snag it back.

I realized that the words came out muffled because he’d crammed the entire cupcake into his mouth in one bite.

“That’s disgusting,” Celine scolded, wagging a frosting tool at him. “Don’t let the kids see you do that, or I’ll be cleaning up cupcake from everywhere.”

Randy shrugged, a teasing twinkle in his eye.

“That’s what you get.” Celine used the tool to take a swipe, leaving a trail of frosting down his nose, then tossed it in the sink and went for a clean one.

“I’ll get that for you,” Emily teased, joining us.

She grabbed Randy’s face in her hands and licked all of the frosting off his nose.

“Gross. Now I’m all sticky.” He hurried out to clean himself up.

We were hosting the party at the headquarters mansion since we expected a huge turnout. Russo and Lisa were going to be there.

An interesting thing had happened to them. They were coming with a whole slew of Russo’s children. Evidently, word got around within the witch and wizard community that his genes were dominant, and any witch that he had a baby with Russo would have a fae and would begin to repopulate his species.

As a result, he was in high demand as a sperm donor. Numerous witches had petitioned him for a donation when tests revealed that their own husbands were unable to conceive. And a few who just wanted to do anything they could to help bring the fae back from near extinction also made requests.

On several occasions, Justin had joked that he should start sleeping with other women, too. For the good of his kind, of course.

Every time he brought that up, I tackled him, tickling until he was completely out of breath and half drooling as punishment, before pointing out that not only would I let Joy take a bite out of him if he slept with anyone else, but he was only able to conceive lycan pups with me in the first place. So it wouldn’t do any good no matter how many other women he slept with. Besides, Russo was only giving sperm, not slutting himself around in person.

But at this point, Justin and my relationship was so repaired and stable that I wasn’t worried that he would actually do it. Instead, a kick inside my belly reminded me of what my solution was. I had decided to give Justin the largest family I could.

We had the twins, and we had Wilson. And now we were going to have this daughter. When she was a couple of years old, I would go again.

I would keep having lycan pups until we decided we had enough or my body decided it was through. I wouldn’t be young and fertile forever. But until then, I would give Justin as many lycan babies as I could.

Then they would go out and take their own werewolf spouses and have little lycan pups of their own. If they chose to have large families, as well, it would only take a few generations before there was a stable base of lycans again.

Maybe I could be like one of those ladies on TV who had nineteen or twenty kids. Of course, that could only work if we hired additional nannies. With the twins, Wilson, and another on the way, Celine and I were already fairly busy.

None of the children were old enough to lend a hand yet and wouldn’t be for quite some time. Nor would I really want to saddle them with the expectation of caring for their younger siblings, seeing as how we had more than enough money to pay for nannies to watch as many children as Justin wanted to have with me.

“Mama!”

“Mama!” the twins cried, bursting into the kitchen.

They paused at the counter, their little eyes round as they took in the cupcakes.

“Those look yummy,” Luke groaned, his mouth watering. “I want some.”

“Not now.” Celine shooed him away from the counter just as he was reaching for one of the dino cupcakes. “Those are for during the party. You have to do your reveal first,” she admonished. “And then we can have cake, and you’ll get presents.”

“Yay! Presents!” both twins yelled.

“Where’s Daddy?” I asked. “Shouldn’t he be watching you?”

“Daddy’s greeting Mr. Russo,” Aurora informed me. “Mr. Russo’s got lots of kids. He came with two vans and tons of babies.”

She looked at my stomach, cocking her head and thinking for a moment. “I like babies but I’m glad you don’t have as many as Mr. Russo. That’s too many babies.”

Celine huffed in agreement. I put the finishing sprinkles on the last of the mermaid princess cupcakes and took each of the twins’ hands.

“While you finish the dino cupcakes,” I told Celine, “I’m going to go get these two into their party clothes.”

“Sounds good,” she said. “I’ll come to help you if you’re still working on it when I’m finished. But your mama won’t be as long as you children listen well.”

“We will,” they said, hauling me off towards their bedroom.