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Peter proud stance, chin high up included, along with hi inner gloating were interrupted as Belle demanded he did something. “Well… she’s a werewolf, Belle,” the eldest Hale stated as if it was explanation enough, shrugging his shoulders dismissively. “Pretty impressive too… Being able to fully shift this early on.” He paused, scratching behind the baby werewolf’s fluffy ear. “We should’ve known. Malia is also an overachiever.” He was obviously loving everything about their current situation.
“I don’t think you’d like my way of dealing with this,” Peter admitted with an awkward smile, having already thought of growling their child from her shifted state. Usually, that was a power Alphas had. But in this specific case, he was sure Colette would react since he was her father—red eyes or not. “I’ll call Malia. She could shift and maybe Colette will catch a hint,” Peter offered instead, not wanting to awaken Belle’s wrath.
Returning to their room, the werewolf grabbed his official phone and text his daughter explaining the situation with the least amount of words possible and ending it with: Need you here, asap. As Peter texted, he felt the dogs around his feet, Foamy pawing gently at his toes to get his attention.
Stepping into the room where he’d left Belle and Colette, the older werewolf leaned against the wall with his arms over his chest—dogs happily trotting in behind him. “Calm down. Nothing is wrong,” Peter promised his mate. “Let’s put her on the ground. Maybe playing with the dogs she’ll snap out of it. Foamy loved her since we walked in with her.”
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the deputy’s lips parted open but not a single word came out of them, she couldn’t believe he was really just saying that. “ oh, i knew she was going to be a werewolf the second we found i was pregnant ” bellesaid, rolling her eyes at the werewolf. belle looked at peter as he scratched colette behind her ear. “ can you please don’t do that ? ” she asked, looking at him, she was stressed, really stressed. “ she’s not a dog, jeez ” she said, taking her hands to her head.
belle furrowed her eyebrows at his words. “ if you think i won’t like it don’t do it, it’s too early to get mad at you. The day is long enough for that ” she said, stepping away from the crib, her arms crossing over her chest as she heard her mate talking. “ yeah, call her ” she nodded, for sure that would be better than letting him deal with it alone.
the deputy stepped back closer to the crib the second peter walked outside of the room, she looked at the wolf pup, not even knowing how to deal with that situation. she knew she would find herself in that situation, but she hoped it would happen later, when at least the baby could comprehend what her parents’ told her.
belle moved her hand slowly just for the pup to smell it, it felt stupid, that pup wasn’t a real wolf, it was her daughter, it just felt wrong treating him as she would treat her dogs. the deputy furrowed her eyebrows as she noticed the dogs walking inside the room when peter did. “ nothing is worng … i mean it is wrong ” she said pointing at the crib. “ don’t ask me to calm down right now, i can’t ” she told the werewolf.
the young woman’s eyes opened wide as peter suggested putting colette on the ground so she could play with the dogs. belle took her hands to her head once more. “ oh mon dieu, you’re so lucky i know that if i punched you i would probably break my hand, i wanna punch you so bad right now ” she said, getting mad at the werewolf. “ she’s not a fucking dog, don’t you dare treating my daughter as a dog or we’ll have a problem ” she warned.












