The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Lexi's POV.

I unlock the door and kick my shoes off.

What a day.

Helping bring twins into the world has really taken it out of me, thank God it wasn't me giving birth.

I involuntarily shiver at the thought.

Thank the Moon Goddess I've had my children now.

All four of them.

I make my way to the kitchen and set my bag on the island, deciding to make myself a cup of tea whilst I wait for Rixon to get home, being a pack doctor really takes it out of you.

I fill the kettle and flip the switch, leaning back against the counter whilst I wait for it to boil. I glance around the beautiful room and think for the millionth time how lucky I am to have such an amazing family and gorgeous house.

Rixon and I have done well for ourselves.

Giggling breaks through my thoughts.

Giggling.

'You have got to be kidding me,' I mutter and turn the kettle off so I can hear better.

I step towards the hallway and freeze as I hear the sound again.

'Xaden,' I growl under my breath and creep towards the stairs. (Pronounced Zay—den)

The giggling stops and it goes silent.

Silent for too long.

'Xaden put your clothes on and get your ass down here, now!' I shout and I hear the quiet curse of my eldest son in his bedroom.

'Oh shit,' he says, and I roll my eyes, 'Yes, oh shit, Mum's home and she's pissed,' I yell, and I tap my foot impatiently as thumps and fumbling noises sound out.

A girl, a complete stranger who I've never met before, emerges from my son's room with red cheeks and wrinkled clothes.

'Hi, Mrs. Moretti,' she mumbles, not meeting my eyes as she comes down the stairs.

'Don't worry, I'm not mad at you, do you need a lift home' I ask her and she manages to look up at me, her eyes wide and nervous.

'No, it's okay, thank you,' she says quickly, shoving on her shoes and disappearing out the front door.

I turn my attention back to my sheepish—looking son, who stood at the top of the stairs.

'Xaden, please join me in the kitchen, and put a top on,' I comment, glancing pointedly at his bare chest, his joggers riding low on his hips.

'Boys,' I mutter to myself and step back into the kitchen.

Whilst Xaden sits down at the island, I make myself my cup of tea, letting him stew for a bit.

I set my mug down and cross my arms over my chest, letting my gaze fall on his angelic face.