The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 106

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 106**

**Bella**

New York greeted us with a different essence this time around. The once biting air, sharp enough to slice through the layers of my resolve, now felt gentle, almost tender. There was no tightness in my chest, no anxious anticipation swirling within me. Instead, as I stepped into the city, it enveloped me like a warm embrace, a sense of belonging washing over me. Perhaps it was the fact that I was no longer entering this vibrant metropolis alone; my mate, my steadfast Scott, was right by my side.

As we drove past the villa, Scott’s expression turned serious. “The renovations are still underway,” he informed me, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and concern. I could see the remnants of the fire that had ravaged parts of our home, charred and desolate.

In the backseat, the children’s faces morphed into masks of fear as they absorbed the implications of Scott’s words. I quickly leaned back to them, wrapping my arms around their small bodies, whispering soothing words. “It’s just a bad dream, my darlings. You’re safe now.” I could feel Scott’s eyes on us, his throat moving as he swallowed hard, battling his own demons of guilt.

“It isn’t your fault, Scott,” I reassured him, planting a gentle kiss on Ryan’s forehead.

He shook his head, his gaze downcast, the moisture gathering in his eyes revealing the weight he carried. “I shouldn’t have left you alone,” he murmured, his voice thick with remorse. “I should have protected you better.”

“Stop!” I almost snapped, the urgency of my tone surprising even me. “You had no way of knowing this would happen. Who could have predicted that Cass would be involved in such a heinous act? You should hand him over to the High Council. They’ll know how to deal with him properly!”

Scott exhaled deeply, his eyes staring blankly ahead, lost in thought. I returned to the front seat, feeling the tension in the air, and he drove us to the penthouse above Phoenix Mall. When the elevator doors slid open, revealing the vast expanse bathed in sunlight streaming through towering glass walls, I was momentarily speechless.

This place had always been a sanctuary of beauty. Spacious, modern, and infused with warmth, it now felt like a true home, a haven where we could rebuild our lives together.

Cindy was already there, her presence a comforting constant. As she trailed behind us, the kids in tow, I could see her struggling to contain her excitement. “The lunch is ready, Your Majesty,” she announced, her grin infectious.

Ryan wasted no time, darting toward the window, his face pressing against the glass in wonder, while Emma gasped, her eyes wide with awe. “Are we living in the clouds now?” she asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and joy. Scott chuckled, scooping both children into his arms, explaining that this would be our home for a while. When he added that Cindy would be staying with us, the kids erupted in cheers, rushing to her and clinging to her like she was the greatest treasure they had ever found.

“Cindy, you will not leave us now?”

With tears shimmering in her eyes, she shook her head. “I won’t,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth. “I was your father’s nanny, and I will be his pups’ nanny as well.”

Her words wrapped around my heart, filling it with a deep sense of gratitude. The bond between Scott and Cindy was something special, an unspoken understanding that transcended explanation.

The first two days flew by in a delightful blur, a reality that felt almost surreal. Scott devoted himself entirely to the children, opting out of work entirely. He didn’t attend meetings or answer calls unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he immersed himself in their world, teaching Ryan how to piece together intricate puzzles and patiently guiding Emma through the intricacies of reading new words. How could he possess such infinite patience with my twins?

He observed them with an intensity that suggested he was memorizing every smile, every giggle, as if trying to reclaim the lost years. Then, every so often, his gaze would drift to me, a silent plea in his eyes for another pup. I would respond with a deadpan look and walk away, secretly hoping I wouldn’t miss my period.

As night fell, and the city lights twinkled like stars outside our windows, he turned that same unwavering attention toward me. It was never rushed or careless; rather, it was deliberate and all-consuming, leaving me both exhausted and cherished. He would whisper my name, laced with promises that made my heart race.

By the third morning, I knew it was time to address the elephant in the room.

“I want to go back to work today,” I stated firmly as we sat at the dinner table, Emma swinging her legs beside me, her innocent energy palpable.

Scott looked up slowly, his brows knitting together in a frown. “No.”

I blinked in disbelief. “No?”

“I took a week off,” he replied, his tone calm yet resolute. “And you’re not working either.”

I crossed my arms defiantly. “I at least want to check on my shop. I can’t just vanish without a trace.”

His grin was radiant. “I wanted it ready for you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. I launched myself at him, and he caught me effortlessly, holding me tight as I peppered his cheek with kisses. He chuckled softly, murmuring that I should focus on my lingerie designs now and leave the rest to him.

Through my tears, I looked up at him and said, “I want to sell the Dallas shop and move everything here.”

“Really?” His happiness was instantaneous, radiating from him like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Later that evening, he casually mentioned that he had already registered our marriage with the city. Our wedding in the human world was set for two weeks from now.

A wave of excitement surged through me, igniting a fire of anticipation.

In the days that followed, we began to ease back into our routines, though it was clear that Scott struggled with the idea of being apart. He found excuses to pop into my shop constantly, always wanting to check on me, while I reciprocated by visiting his office just as often. Everyone around us noticed the change in him—how cheerful and content he seemed, as if some internal conflict had finally found resolution.

With just a week left until the wedding, Scott called me one afternoon to discuss wedding invitations. I told him I would come by in an hour to go over the list.

However, when I reached his office, ready to suggest a few names over lunch, I stopped abruptly at the doorway, shock coursing through me.

Maya was sitting across from Scott, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She turned at the sound of the door creaking open, her eyes red and wide, and my stomach plummeted. Scott’s expression morphed into one of fury, a flash of anger that startled me. What on earth was happening?

In that moment, the perfect bubble I had been living in felt alarmingly fragile, as if it could shatter at any moment.