The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 27

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**

“Scott!” I interjected, my voice sharper than I intended, forcing a smile that felt as bitter as biting into a lemon. I turned to my grandmother, hoping to clarify the situation. “He means board games. You know, like Monopoly, Scrabble, cards… the usual suspects.”

Grandmother leaned closer, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Scrabble can get quite heated, you know,” she whispered conspiratorially to me.

“Grandma!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief.

Scott reclined on the sofa, looking every bit the conqueror of a newly acquired kingdom, while I sat rigidly beside him, my mind racing with schemes to super-glue his mouth shut. I had simply asked him for one little lie, a harmless fib, and he had transformed it into a full-blown tragicomedy, complete with a cast of characters.

Suddenly, Grandma’s gaze shifted to me, and I felt a flutter of anxiety. “Bella, my dear, tell me, are there any little ones yet?”

My heart raced, skipping three beats. I opened my mouth to respond, but Scott was quicker. “I’d love to have babies,” he declared, his face a mask of sincerity that could have won him an Oscar. “Only if Bella lets me.”

I nearly choked on my own breath. “What?” I squeaked, incredulity lacing my voice.

Scott, the traitor, looked at me with wide, innocent eyes as if he had just stumbled upon a great revelation.

“I’m not… I mean… I don’t mind having babies,” I stammered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. My thoughts spiraled: So, Maya hadn’t told Grandma about the twins? For a fleeting moment, I pondered what her motive could be.

Grandma’s expression softened, and just as she was about to speak, Scott interrupted her with yet another one of his “jokes” aimed squarely at me. “Remember, sweetheart,” he said, his tone dripping with sweetness, “how I begged you to have more babies… but you didn’t want to, so I had to pull out just in time.”

My jaw dropped, nearly colliding with my knees. How could he make such a lewd joke at a moment like this? “Scott!” I yelped, horrified, but it was too late to take it back.

Grandmother’s face flushed a deep crimson, and she coughed so violently that I feared I might need to call for help. I was mortified; what was he thinking?

As I struggled to regain my composure, Scott seemed to revel in the chaos he had created. “For the record, I don’t want a divorce,” he declared to Grandma, his voice steady. “I’m still hoping that Bella will come back to me. In fact, I would marry her all over again, with a grand ceremony, just the way she likes it. To declare our love to the world.”

Tears glistened in Grandma’s eyes as she turned to me. “Oh, Bella, I truly like Scott. You two are perfect for one another. Please, give this marriage another chance. Don’t divorce him.” She clasped her hands together, her expression earnest.

I opened my mouth to protest, but she raised a finger, her face suddenly stern. “No arguments. I will hire a marriage counselor to help you both work through your issues.”

I stared at her, as if she had just proclaimed the end of the world. “What?”

“Counselor,” she reiterated, nodding with a sense of accomplishment.

I shot a glare at Scott, who, of course, was nodding enthusiastically. “That’s a brilliant idea! I want this marriage to work too,” he chimed in, his shameless grin only infuriating me further.

I felt the urge to strangle him right then and there.

Grandma added, “And from now on, you both must visit me once a week.”

“Grandma, I can’t,” I protested vehemently. “I have so much on my plate. I’m opening my store at the Phoenix Mall. I won’t have the time.”

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