Chapter 5 Caught in the act Draco POV

After a long day at the courthouse with Alpha Aristides and Gamma Theseus, I decided it would be wise to go hunting and get my mate her favorite type of meat.

Done with that, I tried feeling her emotions through our mate bond but it was empty. It's either of these two things. She just decided not to feel anything at the moment or as usual, she had blocked me from feeling her emotions.

The female folks, you really cannot understand them. This moment they are this and another moment, they are that. The last time I blocked the mate bound, it resulted in a near disaster.

Entering the house, the cold reception of the vacant sitting room left me pondering before I started sniffing. I did not need to go into our bedroom to know she wasn't at home. Again?

I could not afford to get angry. She was my mate and other than any other person, I knew the pain she had gone through trying to conceive a child.

"Xanthe?" I called and before I would call out to her again, she appeared. Head bowed in anticipation.

"Where is my beloved?" I asked an obvious question but I still wanted to hear what she had to say.

"I do not know where or when she..."

"You can go."

"Okay Master." She replied and turned to leave when I stopped her again.

"Where is Thompson?" I asked.

"I do not know, my Lord." She replied.

"I left my game outside, prepare it." I ordered and with an 'okay' she gave a last bow and left.

If my guess is correct, Diana should be at the border of Nightshade Hill and it's late. Too late to be close to the border and I could not afford to lose her.

After a minute or two of standing in akimbo, I took off towards the border of our territory, my worry multiplying along the way.

After walking round the border for a while without a sight of her, I almost got panicky and released the breath I never knew I was holding at the sight of her wolf coming in, in a suspicious manner.

Forget the danger she could have faced, the fact that she is safe is all I needed.

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"What are you hiding?" A deep voice startled the sneaky woman who had her furry butt turned against the owner of the voice.

"Draco Dear. You startled me." Diana said after releasing a sigh of relief but still not turning to face her husband.

"Dearest wife, you startled us all by leaving the house and going outside the border against my everyday warning about how dangerous it is down there." He said, his deep voice griping the guilty heart of his mate.

"I was out all day only go come home and be welcomed by an empty house."

"Not only did you go out of the boundary this time around, you overstayed and got me worried especially Thompson. You even had to block our mate bond" He said with a heavy sigh, then the rubbing sound was heard.

Diana knew what he was doing at that instant. Though she could not see him, she pictured him rubbing his forehead with his index finger and thumb with his eyes close.

She had wondered why she hadn't felt him coming towards her direction through the mate bond. It finally dawned on her that she closed down the mate bond. She was too excited about the idea of finally having a girl child to call her own that she ignored all the signs she felt about him closing in her.

"Girl child?" Draco voiced out. His question laced with confusion before having a tinge of suppressed excitement.

Aahhh! She had forgotten to unblock the mate bond and to close the mind link between them now that he was close. She did that immediately before he could further invade her privacy not that she thought they had privacy between them. Well, maybe except this.

"Are you with a child?" He asked, sounding as archaic as he should.

Diana was almost forced to answer 'yes. I am literally with a child and here she is.' Then proceed to show him the child but she did neither of those. Only keeping quiet with her back to her husband.

"Wife?" His voice went even gentler but knowing his next action. He was about turning to come before her, Diana did not need to think twice before taking off with one arm tightly grasping the little girl, it was a miracle the child hadn't suffocated yet.

"Dear!?"

"Wait up!"

Draco called over and again at his energetic and suspicious wife but she was gone before he could transform.

Having being mated for a little over a century, Diana knew not to suddenly expose whatever happened down in the valley to him and rushed home taking shortcuts to avoid as much persons and questions as possible.

Right about the time he was to transform, a twig in the bush was accidentally stepped upon causing him to pause before sighing. He might as well be given an award for being the most worried husband and father for the day. The number of times he had sighed could not be compared to the number of years he had lived on earth.

"Alright. Enough hiding for the day, come out son." Draco said after recognizing the scent of his son.

A youngster of about 16 came out of the tall bush with particles of leaves and round prickles attached to his short hair, clothes and shoe.

"You surely will not be the end of me." He said before moving in to remove anything that didn't bear a semblance to his son form Thompson.

Knowing he was caught and wrong, he apologized moving to bow his head only to be stopped.

"I am sor..."

"Son!" Draco called in hard voice totally different from the one he used few minutes ago.

Looking up at his dad, Thompson had to consciously control his aching legs from taking his whole body away.

Tender eyes getting hard as a rock alongside the familiar gritting of teeth, Draco asked. "How many times have I told you to be like a man!?"

"A lot of times Sir." Thompson answered with a little quiver.

Making the weight of his hand on the shoulder of his son pronounced, he asked.

"When did you start stuttering? Did your mum spoil you to that length too?"

"No Sir!" Thompson replied immediately trying his every best not to have a pause or stutter.

"Remember..."

Watching his dad's mouth move, Thompson could already predict the word he was about to say and getting his ears ready to hear it, he wasn't disappointed and that was the clue to chant what he could liken to a forced mantra.