Chapter 51

51 Luke POV

Luke.

A FEW HOURS AGO.

I had just finished training and was about to hang out with Caleb when we got a call that our father was

in the hospital. Stacy had called her son and was rambling on the phone. We abandoned our plans and

rushed to the hospital. By the time we got there, our father was asleep. The doctor said he would be

okay and had just suffered from severe shock. “What happened?” Caleb asked his mother.

“Tell Luke to ask his bitch of a wife what she did,” she shot back, and I wondered how Tia could have a

hand in this, and that was when Monica spoke up. “She told Uncle Aesop in my presence that aunty

Stacy was robbing everyone to pay off a blackmailer that had been blackmailing her for Twenty-three

years, and because of that, she does not trust me to work in the corp. She made sure they fired me for

it,” she said.

“Luke, you promised…” Stacy said to me, looking hurt and angry. “What happened before she said all

that. I know Tia wouldn’t have volunteered the information like that,” I said, and Monica took a while

before answering.

“Uncle Aesop wanted me to move up and work with Gail now that you were no longer there, and she

refused,” Monica said, and Caleb shook his head.

“That can’t be all. Something must have pushed her to speak. I have known Tia for years and she

wouldn’t volunteer the information like that,” Caleb said, coming to her defence. “This bitch almost killed

your father, and you two are defending her?” Stacy said, and I got angry.

“No, Stacy, you are the one that almost killed him. If you hadn’t kept this from him initially, it would not

have hit him the hard. I can understand what my father experienced. If Tia kept a secret from me that

long and I had to hear it from someone else, I would react the same. Blame yourself and no one else,” I

said, and she slapped me hard across the face. She was about to send the next one when I held her

hand in a bone-crushing grip.

I looked her dead in the eyes.

“Don’t you ever do that again, Stacy! Next time I would not look at the fact that you are family. I will deal

with you accordingly. Never again should you raise your filthy thieving hand at me, “I said with so much

authority that she began to shake with fear. “Please, Luke, let her go. She is sorry, and she won’t do it

again,” Caleb said, pleading on her behalf, but I held on. “The next time you speak of my wife

disrespectfully again, I will deal with you, and the same goes for your niece. Be warned,” I said, and she

began to cry; I let her hand go. “Monster!” she yelled at me, “Aesop will never treat me like this!” she

said, weeping, and Monica held her.

“You asked for it, mother,” Caleb said, sounding indifferent towards her. I doubted my brother would ever

forgive his mother for what she did. If Tia and I weren’t in love, I might have let go so he could be happy

with her. His love was genuine. It wasn’t what I thought initially. He truly cared about Tia. He was the one

that was in love with her. It was easy for my wife to steal a man’s heart before he even knew it. I hoped

he would move on one day. The anger he felt towards his mother was because he lost Tia. We waited a

bit in the hospital until my father woke up, and we followed him home. I used that opportunity to shower

and change my clothes in my wing. My father told me what had transpired and how he had threatened

Tia before she decided to tell him the real reason why she did not want Monica working with Gail.

According to him, Tia said she wanted someone she could hold accountable and punish without bias.

She wasn’t comfortable with Monica because Stacy had money issues, and someone had been

blackmailing her for twenty-Three years. She said she has proof of the recent two years’ transfers to an

offshore shell company. My father told me the fact that Stacy could keep such a thing from him was wha

upset, and it wasn’t Tia that fired Monica; he was the one. “That girl is a tough cookie. I am glad she is

your wife, Luke. She will be a powerful Luna. Our country and pack have never had one that strong; I am

so proud of her. She did not let me intimidate her, and she was bold ready to damn the consequence.

Above all, she loves you dearly. I can see your ‘Vacation’ is doing wonders in your marriage; all that

remains now are pups”, he said with a smile. Caleb was there when my father spoke, and I knew he was

upset, but there was nothing anyone could do about it. Tia was my wife, and it would always be that way

until death separates us. I called Gail to email Stacy’s bank statements.

I was so proud of Tia, but I needed to punish her for shocking my father like that without thinking of the

health implications it would have. It wasn’t going to kill him because he was a wolf, but it would have

made him sick a bit. I thought of spanking her a bit, but I did not know if she would like it, so I opted to

torture her with orgasms. Tia loved her orgasms, and that was precisely what I would use. I worked on

myself before leaving the mansion. I did not want to cum too soon. She was so hot that I knew I would

want her when I started. Working on myself would buy me time before I lose control. It will buy time, the

time I need to work on her.

AND NOW.

Tia and I went back to sleep after eating the sandwich and talking about what had transpired. We woke

up a bit late, and we had to get ready in a hurry. The Wilsons were looking at us funny, and I couldn’t

blame them; I made Tia scream a lot of things in bed the night before and thinking about everything I

made her say made me smile. I lagged behind, so I could watch my wife walk towards the car. She had a

perfect ass and curves in the right place. I was blessed. She wore a short dress that buttoned all the way

up in the front. I imagined what I could do to her while wearing that dress. It was official now; whenever

we were together, she wore skirts and dresses and only wore trousers when alone or going out on her

own. I didn’t make it a rule, but it just happened like that to suit our lifestyle.

I sped, and we got to the Maison in no time. Tia became nervous when we arrived, and I understood her

fears. Stacy was vicious and a handful. I pulled Tia close and squeezed her tight.

“I am here, Tia,” I told her, and she nodded.

“I am just sick and tired of them,” she said, and I held her to my chest at the door and patted her back.

My father said hurtful words to her no matter what he told me; he meant what he said; he just didn’t

expect she would push back. The stress the family was giving Tia was too much. How could she

conceive under such pressure? I knew deep down that Tia held it together because she didn’t doubt my

love for her; if not, she might have cracked, or he might have succeeded. All this had to stop. I was tired

of the purchased part they kept bringing up all the time, and after the whole Stacy matter was addressed,

I will address the issue.