A daddy and daughter duo I wake up to this morning. It is a beautiful sight indeed, seeing my mate nestling our baby to his chest as he stares out the window. They look so cute together that I would want to capture this moment, into a picture.

He, feeling me awake and staring, he glances over his shoulder and our eyes meet.

" Goodmorning." I say, my voice sounding hoarse from sleep.

" Morning my love." He says, making my heart to flip.

I move out of bed and walk on over to them, kissing the top of my baby's head before doing the same to my mate's cheek.

" I'll be right back to feed her." I tell him, picking up my robe and wearing it.

" You are so beautiful." He suddenly says, pausing my movements.

" Aren't you romantic this morning?" I chuckle.

" Just complimenting my wife." I swear that my heart skips a beat, hearing him call me his ' wife.'

Not knowing how to respond to him, with my flushed cheeks, I escape to my bathroom for my morning routine. Him calling me his wife just makes me think of the time he asked me to marry him, it was in our garden and I was still pregnant with our Ulana. I had fear then, not of commitment but of the uncertainty.

My fate, growing up was clear. My wolf had been killed when I was just 8 years old and I almost died, my brother Ronan and Michael had killed her but someone saved me. That is Niana, my spirit wolf. She is the reason I am here today, she is a part of me. With this, I knew that I was different.

Everything about me had changed, I had lost my natural wolf but in turn, I became like no other. I have a gift, one unexplainable in words but actions. My senses are 10 times sharper then any other creation or species, they are strange but accurate. I can detect a person's deep emotions, their inner most thoughts, a bit of their history, the cause of their reaction and more.

I am usually a quiet person, a person who observes and listens yet at times, I find myself speaking without cause and in those times, I have an urge to speak. There were times growing up, I would just speak and that got me into alot of trouble, with my brother. He would punish me. In all the years he had forced me to live with him, after snatching me away from my grandmother, he looked for every opportunity to grill it into my mind, that he owned me.

He never understood that I could simply leave him, he had relaxed too much after he had caught me once, when I ran away from him. I was patient and endured everything he threw at me, because I knew that I had a greater purpose to fulfill. And that was towards my mate, Mica O'Connell.

We never met like other mates do, either from a party, ball, date, school and other cliche but romantic ways. My brother had been the cause, he had thought to challenge Mica, to gain his attention and to let him know that he was not, to be messed with. He did this by kidnapping Mica's beta, Travis.

For at least a week or so, they had imprisoned him, but Mica retaliated and kidnapped Ronan's beta. It was now a brother for a brother type of battle. Ronan had found great satisfaction in taking out his frustration on beta Travis. Sometimes he would get an urge to take it too far but one thing, would stand in the way, and that was me.

I had to do it, even though I endured the consequences for my actions. I didn't care about that but Travis, who Ronan did not know was actually my friend. He was the first friend and boy I had met, when I had ran away.

I spent time with him and we protected each other. He had been a runaway wolf too, he was battered and bruised and I healed him back to life. It didn't take long for Ronan to find me because of how I hadn't strengthed, in my abilities. I couldn't protect the both of us, so I chose to protect Travis instead. I made his scent to to be untraceable and invisible to every wolf until we were gone.

I didn't regret my decision, just like I didn't regret saving him from more toture. I had gotten used to Ronan's ways that he didn't surprise me. Time didn't pass for too long when Alpha Mica with his men, crossed over to our land. He meant business and had no time to play. Ronan being cocky and stubborn, resulted in me being the sacrifice. They had brought me before him and at the hand of my mate, wanting to prove a point to my brother, he had stabbed me in the neck infront of my brother.

I had detected it from a mile away, that my mate wasn't far from cruel then my brother. I had earned yet another hard and cold man in my life. The purpose that I had, didn't allow me to die and in my weakened state, I made a deal with alpha Mica, for them to imprison me and do to me, what was done to their beta.

He accepted and my brother, promised punishment once I returned. Alpha Mica gave me a taste of toture but couldn't complete it. Travis, like I did before, stood in the way and most importantly, the mate bond played a huge role in this.

His heart had been darkened and hardened by cruelty of memories, mostly the poison they caused. His heart and mind had consumed it and to him, I was the enemy. He had inner battles and I endured the pain of being at the receiving end. Michael, like he did to my family, destroyed his. He had left a dark mark in his life.

Michael had messed up the life of a little boy. He witnessed his own family die in Michael's hands and pretended to be part of my family.

He grew up with hate in his heart. My purpose was simple, to save his soul and heart from total distruction, because Mica isn't just any alpha. He is the strongest and most powerful alpha in our generation. Everything about him causes other alpha's to tremble and shake. I couldn't let his whole life be damaged by that poison. At the brink of death, where he had almost ripped my heart out of my chest, I had saved him from the poison.

Death seemed to reject me because I lived. I had already accepted that once I saved Mica's soul, I would die with a purpose fulfilled. Yet again, fate surprised me and had mine and Mica's paths cross again, but he was no longer Mica but his wolf Ryker.

We went through a period of reconnecting, healing, forgiveness and starting over. Just like the story of the princess and the frog, Mica came back to me. He learnt of my story and he accepted me. We learnt to love each other and not only because of the mate bond, but as people.

A level of understanding, trust and bonding brought us this far, even when our lives were threatened, even when I was declared that I could not bear him an heir, or even when we were almost seperated and I was questioned, for being different. The love we have for each other is too powerful.

I may be different but he accepts and loves me. He protects and respects me, I am his first. Through it all, we have stood by each other and we will continue doing so. Life became beautiful again, I came back to life, carrying life. A miracle in deed. He asked me to marry him, my pack and people and nations witnessed me, officially become Luna of the Mystic Range Pack.

We had our little Butterfly, Our Ulana.

I am his and this just makes my heart to race and everything to look so beautiful. To be called his wife feels so heartwarming and I can't wait to offically be his wife.

That thought stays in mind as I make my way out of the bathroom, a smile having touched my lips. Entering my room again, this time Ulana isn't resting on his chest but is laid on the bed, her father hovering above her as he plays with her.

" You two seem to be getting along just fine. " I mention, a smile planting its way onto my face.

He glances up at me.

" I know you were worried." I mention, sitting down on the bed. " She and I may share a bond in our difference but you are her father. She may be young but she knows it, she can feel it. "

I can sense him become relieved, my words have placed relief upon him. I know that he had been worried that they wouldn't easily bond and that Ulana would reject him.

He sighs.

"You and Ulana just have this bond. It's unique and beautiful. The way she responds to you, it's amazing." He says, looking at me.

" My love, you are her father. None can take that away from you. You are a part of her and as she grows up, you will remember my words. You will see so many signs of you in her, just not the temper." I scrunch my nose, making him chuckle.

" It'll help with stearing away the boys."

" Or draw them closer." I tease.

He frowns at the thought, glancing at Ulana. " No, I don't want any boys near her until she is 50."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head.

" My love, I think it will be her choice who she wants in her life. We can't exactly forbid her when she is old enough to make her own decisions. She has to grow up knowing that she can make her own decisions and that we are there, to help her and guide her through anything." I say, looking down at my Ulana, who stares up at me curiously.

I smile down at her before leaning close to nuzzle my nose against hers, that little smile she can maintain comes through and I smile too.

" I need to feed you my little one." As if she can understand my words, a little whine comes from her.

I know that we will need to have a routine for our little Ulana, we can't confuse her and we need to make sure that she is comfortable and happy. Looking at her, I just get excited at the thought of all the times we will get to spend together, as a family, once we have all dealt with the situation with my father.

I hum softly as I feed her, admiring her soft skin and her cuteness. I push back any thoughts of the time she wasn't in my arms, not wanting them to trigger any unwelcome emotion. I let myself think of her in a few years time, in her growing years, she playing and being a little naughty toddler, making us all to chase her around, especially her father.

I glance up at Mica, who like last night, is simply watching both of us.

" Tell me if I am selfish for wanting to experience these moments at home soon? " He says, glancing between Ulana and me.

" No you are not. You desire to finally embark on this new life and journey, with our Ulana. You want us to create memories at our home and for her to recognise it. I understand and I desire that too.....This will all happen soon but please, be a little patient. This I ask of you."

He nods before looking at our Ulana.

" I had put her in danger last night. I don't even know what I was thinking, driving around with a new born in the middle of the night."

" You were putting her first, you wanted her to get help. Don't beat yourself up about it."

"But I should have dealt with things a little differently."

I don't say anything but look down to Ulana.

" She doesn't cry much." He mentions.

A small smile touches my lips." Yes you are right."

" What if she stores this for later when she is a teen, and she throws tantrums anytime she wants some thing?"

" Are you scared?"

" Terrified." He shudders, widening his eyes as if the thought is frightening.

" Well she is your daughter." I trail off teasingly.

" Hey!" He gasps dramatically.

I let out a laugh, relieving Ulana from eating, once I can see that she is full. I wipe off any evident milk left on her face before handing her over to Mica, to burp her.

Once I've covered myself up, I guide Mica on what to do, to make her burp. I watch him handle everything with so much care, tenderness and concentration. He glances at me with awe in his eyes when she finally burps and I smile at him.

" Do you think she will be like you?"

" A part of me with the sharp senses is already reigning in her, but she is still fragile, so how we are around her is important. She is dependent on us and she feeds off our energies."

" Our baby has been exposed to so much at such a young stage." He says, a sad look taking over his face.

" But our love, the safe environment and unity will replace every other bad. She is back with us now and there is so much to look forward to. "

He smiles at that.

He hands her back to me where I lay her down and change her, before softly stretching and massaging her arms and legs and feet. Mica can't tear his eyes away from her as we play and communicate with her, wanting her to become familiar with our voices.

The time spent with her is so calming and precious, that I don't want it to end so soon but I know we have matters to attend to.

                         *******

" Don't you think he's been asleep for too long nana?" Ronan asks, taking a seat on the couch.

"He'll be awake soon dear. No need to worry." She reassures him.

" We need a plan before that happens." Evan speaks up.

" We have to be prepared for just about anything. We had too many surprises last night." Steffany reminds us.

" Yes you are all right, but we should not be too prepared that we overwhelm him. Giving him a sense of normalcy would be best." Nana glances at each and every one of us.

" Where do we even start, he doesn't exactly remember much. His wolf sees us as enemies and to top it all off, he hasn't said anything. We need to know something atleast, something to go on." Stephanie says.

" He was held captive and chained." All heads snap to me.

" How do you know that?" Ronan asks.

" Do you still question me?" I arch my brow at him.

" You know that's not how I meant it." He says, giving me a look.

I sigh. " Last night, when I went to see him." I lock eyes with Ronan on this part, reminding him of our visitation.

"I held his hand against my face and that's when, I caught a glimpse of what he went through. It was somewhat dark around with little light. It looked like a warehouse yet water sounded above. Papa was held in a cage, chained like some pet." I close my eyes and take a calming breath.

The images are threatening to unlock the emotions I withhold, to not break out at this moment. It is so hard to replay what I had seen, it pains my heart.

Sparks shoot up my arm when I feel my hand being held. I open my eyes and glance at Mica, his comforting presence and scent leads me to relax further and to continue.

" There were two men in there with him."

" Who?" Ronan says gruffly.

" I don't know, I couldn't see their faces."

Ronan jumps off the couch. " What is the use of all this huh?......You see something and then what?...What! -You know what, I can't do this right now, This is bullsh*t!" He shakes his head and storms off but stills within reach of the door.

" Ronan....." Stephanie calls him, trying to get up from the couch but she can't.

She frowns in confusion, looking herself over as she wonders how she is not able to move.

" Catherine." My grandmother calls me but I dare not look her way.

" You will stay." I say to Ronan, with his back still facing us.

" Catherine - " I silence Mica when I pull my hand away, rising to my feet.

I block out everyone and head on to stand infront of Ronan, locking eyes with his widened ones. His breath, the air he breathes is in my hands.

" You dare walk away. " I shake my head slowly, my voice having changed.  " No. I was still speaking and you will listen.....All concerns papa and my baby. My Ulana!" Under my influence through the communication from my eyes, his body begins to tremble, the veins on his neck starting to show.

" Catherine please stop this. He can't breathe!" Stephanie pleads.

Multiple voices call out my name, all of them not being able to move as they are stuck in their seats. I never move my eyes away from my brother's, a tear trailing down my cheek.

" Walking away is no longer an option now brother, not like before. You will listen to what I have to say, because I say so." My eyes narrow as his skin starts turning purple.

"You will have to bear what I tell you now. I am telling you now, that our papa was chained and totured. The man in the white coat and white hair poisoned his mind. He drained our papa of any memory he had of you, he wanted to do the same with me. He drained him and had control over you and your heart. He wanted to leave all of us vulnerable, they did to me......

All my life I've had to endure, endure and endure but not like this. Not when my most precious, my little one, the most important person in this room was snatched from my arms, more so exposed to all types of energy and poison. I've endured and kept silent. Does this mean I keep silent yet again, as a mother ?

As a mother I can endure just about anything for my baby, but not with my Ulana's life, not even for anyone ."

" Catherine. You will stop now!" I hear my nana's voice clear and sharp in my ears, breaking through the shield. I close my eyes and release a breath, tension melting out of my body.

I hear his body fall to the floor with a thud.

" Ronan!" I hear Stephanie say through a strangled cry.

Sparks shoot up my body at the touch of my mate, making me to open my eyes and to look at him.

" Come on." Mica says before dragging me out of the house.

He picks me up and carries me bridal style, I bury my face in his chest, allowing his scent to calm me completely. I feel us drawing further and further away from the house, the sun and air making contact with my skin.

" Lets talk my love." He says, pulling to a stop.

I take my face away from his chest and look up at him. He gently puts me down before sitting on the ground, pulling me to sit on his lap. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. I feel him pepper kisses on my skin, making my body to tremble slightly and pleasurable tingles to trail down my spine.

I tighten my arms around him, tilting my head to the side and giving him better access. His kisses cause a slight shake in my breathing, my chest now heaving up and down.

" Mica...." I gasp.

He groans, tilting my head in the direction he wants it to be at before slamming his lips against mine. A moan releases then and I meet him halfway in speed and release of emotion, his hands trail down my sides until I feel his fingers reach under my shirt and make contact with my skin.

My back arches at what his fingers do to me. I clutch his hair in my hand, letting him taste my mouth and tease me with his touch. Another moan slips out when he lightly bites on my bottom lip, trailing his kisses all the way to behind and under my ear.

My fingers lightly traces the back of his neck as we are calming ourselves down. Our breathes come out harsh under the effect we both seem to have fallen under, due to the matebond and our love. The beauty of being like this with your mate, can drown out all surroundings and only your mate and how they make you feel, matters.

" I've missed this. "

" Me too."

" We almost lost our way." He reminds me.

" A piece of us was missing." I shift slightly so I am looking at him." We were united in our goal to bring her back to us, but in dealing with everything, we were in different paths."

He nods in agreement. I nuzzle my nose against his before brushing my lips on his.

" Don't tempt me Belle." He lets out a groan, pecking my lips before leaning back. "You know what you do to me. "

My cheeks warm up at his teasing and I avert my eyes to the floor. "And then my future wife goes shy on me, which drives me crazy all the more." He says against my temple.

" And my future husband just loves teasing me."

" Ofourse I do. You're mine. Mine to tease, mine to love, protect and defend and care for. Mine to understand and mine to live my life appreciating and do my best to keep happy. You're mine baby." 

He kisses my temple.

I smile, placing my hand on his chest where his heart beats.

" My Belle, we need to talk about what happened back there." He reminds me.

I tense up a bit but he is quick to ease it out of me, with his hands massaging my waist.

" You didn't stop me."

" You had to let something out sooner or later. One can't stay silent and calm for long, after years of enduring."

I sigh, resting my forehead against his.

" Ulana was just upstairs Mica, she was so near and I subjected her to that kind of energy, I -"

" Hey, hey, don't beat yourself up about what happened. You are a good person and even an extremely good mother to our Ulana. We've gone through alot in the past weeks, we've just gotten our baby back. There's things we need to figure out, things meant to be solved and understood.

We wont always find ourselves level headed at best, our emotions can get in the way sometimes. Trust me I know. I mean I am an alpha."

I give him an appreciative look, thankful for him making me feel better.

" But tell me my love. What set you off like that?....I mean something must have triggered such a reaction. What happened, tell me?"

" I believe my thoughts were still strongly consumed by what I'd seen."

" No child should have to see their parent in that condition. "

I rise to my feet and turn away from him, blinking back the threatening tears.

" They meant to make him weak. They wanted to see him lifeless and to be nothing but papa fought. He fought for every memory he had of me. When I saw everything, I could sense so much violence and hate, so much venom in those people but - "

" But?" Mica asks behind me.

I turn to face him.

" I am not so clear on this, whether it be from which in that room or in the dark watching. But I could sense faint desperation from among them.  Someone's heart reaked of desperation.

Mica, the desperation meant something, I know it did. I just need to understand a few things. "

" Okay, I hear you. I hear you baby." He says, pulling me into his arms." We'll figure everything out together. I promise." He says in my hair.

He pulls back a bit and my gaze goes up to his face, where his eyes have gone blurry. I wait for him to finish with his mindlink.

He blinks his eyes once done and looks at me.

" Evan told me that your father is awake. He wants to see you."

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Hi guys...

I apologise for taking so much time. I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

I do hope no one gets confused with the change of voice and stuff. We see a bit of change in her in this chapter, but I can assure you that it will never take away from who she is, and how she is.

Things are different now. She is a mother now and Ulana comes first.

I also wanted to give you guys abit of their moment with their baby.

Tell me your thoughts.

Someone had said that they are enjoying part two, and they cant wait for me. I want to thank that person. It surely relieves me that people are enjoying it and now, I am encouraged to continue.