My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

Just as I reached the door, it opened.

Blake looked at me. I threw myself into his arms. All I wanted was to hold him now.

We held each other quietly for a long time.

"What did your mother say to you?" I said while rubbing my eyes.

Blake said in a low voice, "I think they told us the same thing. They are getting divorced for us."

"What do you think of it?" I trembled.

It was cruel for two people who loved each other to be separated.

Blake said coldly, "I don't think they should be together in the first place. My mother betrayed my father."

I whispered, "Sorry. My father also did the wrong thing."

Blake said angrily, "Why are you apologizing to me? It's not your fault. They were being selfish."

I knew Blake couldn't get over the past, and I didn't intend to make him.

I sat on the sofa, looked up at Blake, and said, "I don't want them to divorce because of us. What about you?

"We can't do this. They shouldn't suffer because of us. Blake, let's not force them, OK?" I pleaded.

"If this is your decision, I won't say no to it. And I won't interfere. I am OK with the way we are now, as long as it

doesn't upset you." Blake's voice was low.

I looked at Blake in surprise. "I thought you wouldn't agree with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" Blake said with low spirits.

"I thought you wanted them to divorce as soon as possible," I whispered.

Blake lowered his head to look at me and said, "I was. But now, I have changed my mind. As long as it is something

you want to do, I will have no problem with it."

I stood up from the sofa and threw myself into his arms again.

I whispered, "Blake, stop being so good to me. You are making it difficult for me to leave you."

"That's the point. I want you to stay with me forever," Blake said with a smile.

"Are you still jealous of Harley?" I asked.

"You are such a fool. How could you come up with such a childish way to piss me off? But it worked. Can't you see

that I look haggard because of it?" Blake said viciously.

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard his words. "You got sick because of that? Really? Am I that important to you?"

"If you dare to make me jealous again, I'll do the same to you. Instead, I'll date ten women at the same time!" Blake

threatened me.

"That's not going to happen!" I said, holding him. "If you dare to do that, Noah will be the first to make you suffer."

Blake was only bluffing. Of course, he wasn't serious about it.

"We'll leave tomorrow. I don't want to disturb them anymore," I said firmly.

"OK. We will continue our trip to another city. We'll be back only after we have enough fun," Blake said, stroking my

long hair.

"Do you have that much time for me? Aren't you busy with work?" I was a little worried.

"It's time for me to learn to relax. I've been working for the past few years, and I am exhausted. I'm most relaxed

when I'm with you," Blake said gently.

"Alright! Wherever you want to go, I'll go with you," I said happily.

Both Blake and I were more passionate than usual tonight.

We didn't go to sleep until early morning.

In the morning, I woke up in Blake's arms. I felt warm in his arms, and I was the happiest woman in the world.

Though it felt so good, I decided to get up.

I kissed him gently and said, "It's getting late. We should pack up."

Blake nodded, turned over, and sat up.

Every moment I spent with Blake filled me with satisfaction and joy.

Whenever I saw him, I couldn't help smiling.

"When we get to the next city, the first thing we do is get a tattoo. I'm going to get your name tattooed here." Blake

pointed to his abdomen.

I blushed. "Really? Then do I have to tattoo your name too?"

"No. You're afraid of pain, right? You don't have to." Blake kissed me.

I smiled. Indeed, I was afraid of pain. However, I had never had a tattoo. Maybe I should go wild with him this time.

I was going to get his name tattooed on me as well.

Blake and I packed up quickly and left the hotel.

I found that when I was traveling with Blake, I just needed to enjoy the journey since Blake had everything planned

out.

The next city we went to was one I used to like very much. It had beautiful scenery and great architecture.

After we arrived, Blake booked a five-star hotel, and then we found a nice tattoo shop. We had decided to have

each other's names on our bodies.

Blake didn't feel much pain, but I was in tears.

We left the tattoo shop, and then I suddenly wanted to do something crazy. So, we went bungee jumping.

I tied the safety rope. Blake wanted to jump with me, but I said no.

"Push me down!" I had my back to the cliff while looking at Blake.

Blake frowned. He looked at me and said, "Why do you want me to push you? You know I can't."

"You made me despair once before, and I still remember how it felt. I think I need to get used to it," I said seriously.

"I am sorry," he said.

"I'm over it a long time ago. I don't dare to jump myself, but if you push me, I won't be afraid." I closed my eyes and

waited for him to push me.

Suddenly, I felt myself flying. I felt the wind whistling in my ears, and I opened my arms to enjoy the freedom.

I slept the entire time on the way back to the hotel. When I woke up, I realized that we were almost reaching the

hotel.

"Did I make your arm numb?" I was a little embarrassed.

"It's fine," Blake said in a low voice. "Someone texted you."

I quickly looked for my phone, only to find that it was in Blake's hand.

I unlocked my phone and saw the message. It was sent by someone concerned about me.

I was scared. I quickly turned off the phone.

I didn't save the number, but I knew it was from Leo.

I was worried that Blake would recognize the number.

"Who sent you the message?" Blake asked angrily.

I didn't know how to explain it to Blake.

After all, I was startled by Leo's confession. I wanted to keep it to myself for the rest of my life.

I was sure Leo wouldn't reveal it either.

I didn't expect Blake to see Leo's message.

"Was it from Harley?" Blake said.

I hastily said, "Forget it. It wasn't him."

"Does he often text you to comfort you?" Blake thundered.

I shook my head and said, "Of course not. We are just friends."

"You are not to pick up any calls from him, and you are not to reply to any messages he sends!" Blake roared.

I nodded. "OK. I promise. I won't text back."