Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 83

　　Imogen’s POV

　　Walking downstairs, I could instantly sense his presence, the light green essence of my son's aura glowing brightly around him as he lay in Caroline’s arms, his aura so pure and innocent as he slept peacefully. I walked toward her, only for Tobias to step in my way, taking Thaddeus from his mother. I wanted nothing more than to hold, but obviously Tobias and Theo didn’t trust me, and this entire trust thing they have going on with me and my son was really starting to grind my gears.

　　Josiah looked better today, more life about as his eyes scanned the room before landing on me. He smiled, but I could see the worry behind his eyes as he sat on the stool at the island bench. Caroline also smiled sadly at me taking her seat. I sat across from them and I could tell they weren’t happy with the news they were about to share.

　　“You look well rested Imogen” Caroline stated making my cheeks heat up. Josiah raised an eyebrow at my blushing cheeks, his eyes going to Tobias, who had a lazy smirk on his face as he fed our son.

　　“So, what is this news about Bianca?” I ask, wanting to just rip that metaphorical band aid off. Josiah glanced toward Theo and didn’t even try to hide the anger that was directed at him. I could tell whatever happened the blame was being put onto Theo by his father, which only made me more eager to hear what it was.

　　“Bianca’s hearing has been postponed, the council has called a meeting for some reason and asked us all to attend, apparently Bianca is running for a position on the council and Christopher has agreed and wants to have the hearing after she has been sworn in” Sworn in? If she is sworn in, how will she be reprimanded if she is a part of the council. Who in their right mind would give a position of power to a psychotic bitch like Bianca?

　　“What, but how would the trial be fair if she is a council member, wouldn’t she be able to have a say in her punishment if it has to be decided by all nine members?” Tobias growled at the information and it was clear that he was only just finding out himself right now, like me. I watch as his eyes dart to Theo before he angrily looks away.

　　“Okay, why is everyone looking at Theo like this is his fault?”

　　“Because it is his fault, him and his bloody temper always stirring up trouble that I have to get him out of” His father bellowed clearly not happy about whatever it was his son did. Theo just shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing and he couldn’t care less about whatever it is he did.

　　“I pissed off Christopher around a year ago when I sacked his son,” Theo said blandly, like it wasn’t a big thing.

　　“Sacked his son? You disfigured him, you fool. The son of one of the highest regarded elders and you disfigured him” Josiah yelled making Thaddeus cry. He quickly sat down and apologised for his outburst of anger. Tobias gave him a nod and calmed Thaddeus.

　　“Who is his son?” I ask, curious who this person was that Theo injured.

　　“His name is Max, and he is nothing but a self-entitled twit,” Theo said. Max? Why have I heard that name before? I know I have heard it somewhere, and I tried to rack my brain for where I heard it. Then it hit me, Merida had mentioned Theo almost attacking an employee at work, his name was Max and he left for a rival company.

　　“Merida said you almost strangled him in a meeting,” I said remembering her words.

　　“Almost strangled him? He did way worse than that. He took his eye and mutilated his face,” Josiah said angrily. Making me look at Theo with disgust.

　　“I thought this Max person was human. Merida said he quit and worked for a rival company now.” Tobias nodded his head.

　　“He does work for a rival company; he was also human. Similar to you Imogen, his mother was human when she fell pregnant with him. He was changed not long after the incident. Christopher, his father, didn’t want to take any chances with Theo being so hot-headed.”

　　“Hey, you can’t blame me for this. I did my time over, twelve bloody days of constant lashings for one bloody eye” Theo retorted annoyed.