Whoops, His Mistress Crashed Our Wedding. Mine Didn't novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174

I sat back against the cushions, letting Mum fuss over the ultrasound pictures again while the kids. turned the sitting room into their own battlefield of cushions and laughter. Macey was bossing the boys around like a general, while Elias tried to outdo Elliot in a jump–off contest. My chest warmed just watching them. This was safe, loud and alive. A shriek–definitely not kingly–echoed from the kitchen, sharp enough that Mum startled. My head whipped toward the doorway, and a heartbeat later, Malachi came stalking out, looking like someone had dumped ice water down his back. His hair stuck up at odd angles, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowing as if murder might be next on his agenda. Trailing after him came my mates, every one of them looking far too pleased with themselves. Xavier’s smirk was razor sharp, Haiden’s grin wolfish, Noah whistled low like he’d just won a bet, and Levi, calm as ever, looked smug in that quiet, dangerous way that told me this had been his idea.

“You,” Malachi growled, jabbing a finger toward them. “Portal tricks. Really? In my kitchen?”

Haiden only chuckled. “Sounded more like a pup who saw his own shadow.”

Malachi scowled deeper, muttering something unrepeatable under his breath, while Julius and Arztec burst out laughing from the corner.

I bit my lip to hide my smile, shaking my head at the lot of them. “Honestly, you’re all impossible.”

“Impossible,” Mum agreed dryly, though the corner of her mouth twitched.

The room was still buzzing with noise when Xavier leaned down to kiss the side of my head. “We’ll be in the next room. Pack matters. Don’t move.”

“As if I could,” I teased, brushing his jaw with my hand. His lips curved in that faint smile before he and my other three followed my brothers down the hall, their voices dropping low as they slipped into Alpha talk. The quiet that followed felt strange, but not unwelcome. I sat back, watching Elliot, Elias, and Macey chase each other with wooden swords in the corner. Their laughter rang out, filling the grand space better than any chandelier ever could.

Then Mum shifted beside me. She had been sitting regal and composed, as always, but the moment the others were gone, she reached for me. Her hand slid over mine, then settled gently on my bump. “How are you, my girl?”

The question was soft but heavy. Not “how are you” in the polite sense. Not the way everyone else asked. She meant it.

I let out a long breath. “Tired. Still sore. My head’s a mess half the time. And I keep thinking about

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Felix. About how little time he has left.”

Her thumb rubbed slow circles against my belly. “And the babies?”

I swallowed. “Strong. So strong. Sharlene said they’re perfect. But gods, Mum, four. I don’t even know where to start.”

She smiled, her eyes shining with that warm, knowing glint. “You start the same way I did. One day at a time. One cry at a time. You’ll never be perfect at it, Envy, but you’ll love them perfectly, and that’s what matters.”

Tears stung my eyes, though I hadn’t meant to cry. “Do you ever stop being scared?”

She shook her head slowly. “No. You learn to carry the fear alongside the love. The fear means they matter.” She pressed her forehead lightly to mine, her scent wrapping around me, steady and grounding. “And you, my fierce little girl, were always meant to be a mother. Those pups couldn’t be

luckier.”

A laugh bubbled through my tears. “You know, Aleisha told me my tits will never look the same

again.”

Mum leaned back and glanced down at her own chest with a wry grin. “She’s not wrong. But if stretch marks and sagging are the cost of all this?” She gestured toward the children playing, toward me, toward the future waiting. “Then I’d pay it a thousand times over.”

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