Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 165

　　One Year Later.

　　Thaddeus POV

　　She got the damn name, my sister managed to sink her claws into Evelyn and Ryland, I am fairly sure Ryland would have let her name our daughter whatever outlandish name she could conjure up. Today was one year since she was born, one year since my sister died and returned to us, one year since I gave up my magic, and one year since our lives truly began, everything was good and right in world, well as right as it could be anyway.

　　No more news reports had crossed the nightly news of the dark ones, no more fear and hysteria surrounding us. I missed it sometimes, missed my magic but they always managed to bring me out the darkest parts of my mind, able to remind me of why I did it, remind me of what I gained in return. I always thought I never needed anyone, never needed anything that fear is all I sought, when what I truly sought was much bigger than that, bigger than myself. No what I truly craved was a sense of belonging, my place in the world and that place was with my family all along, with my mates.

　　Evelyn showed me a life I never knew I wanted before, one I needed. I used to think I was all powerful and mighty before her, had control of the world in my sadistic hands, thought I was the strongest out there when in reality her forgiveness and compassion and everything she endured at my hands but still forgave me for, proved she was the stronger one, I always thought forgiveness and mercy was weak, but that was where I was wrong, forgiveness isn’t about being weak it’s about showing you, everything around has no control of you not how someone made you feel, not what they did, forgiveness can only be given by those who truly know themselves, it is given not because they think they should but because that’s how they move on with their lives, showing they truly have control of their life.

　　Evelyn forgave me for my past sins and once she did, I forgave myself for my own misdeeds and in turn apologised for my wrongs, the sought of freedom that comes from forgiveness and being forgiven is liberating. And you realise what truly matters, looking at my daughter Amara Emery Madden-Kane. I felt sorry for her when she starts school and has to spell that mouthful of a name. I shake my head at the thought, we should have called her Amara alphabet. I knew her happiness is all that matters to me now, and I can’t wait for our son to be born in spring, our little family blossoming.

　　Amara luckily inherited my sister’s magic. My boy though was yet to be determined, and I now understood why my mother took my magic when I was a baby, Evelyn’s mood swings are worse with this pregnancy, and her bloodlust is a force to reckoned with. She surprisingly adjusted to being Hybrid quite well. She has managed not to kill anyone since she left the hunters’ facility. Though sometimes she gets these urges to kill, to hurt people but she always fights them. It’s in a vampire nature to kill, her being hybrid means she gets the Lycan temper to fight against too, Lana her friend staying with my aunt has struggled deeply, uncontrollable, and Evelyn took it hard when we told her we had no choice but keep her locked up till she could control herself or kill her.

　　Evelyn chose to have her locked up and visits her every month. Now that she is getting so far along though, she probably won’t see her till after the baby is born, he was a mystery, Amara said it felt like he had dark and light magic, a mixture of both none of us know what that means but we will do what is necessary when the time comes, seems the male gene tends to have a darker more sinister side to their magic.

　　Grabbing my daughter’s birthday cake, I walk outside towards her cheeky angelic face, my entire family gathering around as we all start singing to her, she claps her hands excitedly wriggling in her seat as I place it on the table making sure to cup my hands around the flames so they don’t blow out on her.

　　“Dadda, Dadda, up, up“ she says holding her arms out for Orion to pick her up. We thought it would be confusing for her having three dads and only one mum, but I honestly don’t think she notices she is different from other kids. I watch as she blows out her candles. My mother helps start cutting the cake while I wrap my arms around Evelyn’s growing belly as she sits on Ryland lap. Rubbing her belly, I can feel him moving around in there, hear his little heart thumping within her. Evelyn looks up at me a smile on her glowing her face. I kiss her softly before her hands find their way into my hair deepening the kiss.

　　“Get a room!” Amara screams over at us, and I pull back chuckling.

　　“You wait until you find your mate, you won’t be able to keep your hands of them either,” I tell her, and she shakes her head.

　　“Nope don’t need one, I am content with my player ways,” she says.

　　“I can’t wait till you find your mate. I hope it’s a man too.” She looks appalled, disgusted as she scrunches up her face.

　　“Eww, don’t even say that, no cock is coming near these lips,“ she says making kissy faces as Evelyn. I growl at her, and Evelyn chuckles. I know she would never but I also know my sister does fancy her, and she only does it to piss me off.

　　“Huh Evie, I reckon I could show you better time than my brother,“ she says sending her a wink.

　　“I don’t doubt that for a second,” Evelyn’s says making me huff.

　　“Got yourself a little competition there, brother,” Amara retorts and Ryland growls at Amara, while Orion who is used to our bickering rolls his eyes before passing Amara to well Amara.

　　“Hey there, my princess, aunty got something for you,“ she says walking off to the table with her presents.

　　“You know she is only playing,” Evelyn tells me and Ryland.