His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478

Aiden POV

Thalia is still catching her breath after our little, intense lovemaking session. She smiles slyly at me. “I’m already pregnant, you know.”

I laughed, “That doesn’t mean I quit practicing. It just means we have at least six more to go. I need to stay on my ‘A’ game.”

She looked at me, still smiling, but I could tell she wanted to talk about something serious. She rolls over and cuddles me. She’s running her fingertips on my chest, making me growl low in my chest. She knows her touch does things to me.

She smirks, “With Isaiah leaving for Ironclaw, have you thought about who will be the new beta?”

“I have, but I don’t have anyone in mind. I was going to talk to Isaiah about it and see if he has any recommendations. If not, then I will talk to Reid and see if he has anyone exceptional in his pack.”

“What about Sinclair?”

“Isaiah and I both spoke about her. We both agree; she doesn’t seem to want that kind of responsibility. She likes doing tech security. I’m fine to create a warrior position for her that would allow her to continue being part of the tech team, though.”

“Sinclair does have leadership abilities. It doesn’t seem like it, but she is always ready to take point on missions. She is a strong candidate in my book.”

“I agree. Except, I don’t think she wants to train warriors or be in charge of the pack when we are gone. She is more invested in finding her parents.”

Thalia sighed, “Well, I hope either Isaiah or Reid has someone in mind. I kind of hate how we are splitting up. I know it’s a good thing, but I guess I was hoping to have Kaia as my beta for a while longer.”

“Don’t worry, I will find a good replacement.”

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Sinclair POV

I finally made a breakthrough. I found information on my birth parents. Cherise Clay and Ronan Clay. My real name should be Sinclair Clay. Not Sinclair Cross. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

The adoption papers got the name correctly. My mother was nineteen when she had me, and my father was twenty-one. They were a young couple. According to the courts in the next four cities, they had been married for five years before divorcing.

The information on the divorce decree stated that it was due to fraud. There isn’t much more to go on based on that information. Cherise Clay went back to her maiden name, Cherise Mullins. Then, three years later, there is a new marriage license in the same city, and she became Cherise Mandeb.

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There isn’t any information on my father, Ronan Clay, though. Still, finding my mother and having a conversation with her would be good, right? I started searching for Cherise Mandeb and found an email address and phone number. There is no address listed on the documents, and there are no social media

accounts.

I looked into her husband, Diljit Mandeb. He seems to be a businessman. He runs his own company, specializing in textiles. I found his picture on his company website. He looks distinguished. He looks like the kind of guy who could walk into a room and command the attention of everyone there with one look.

He has dark features. Very tanned skin. Black hair that looks almost inky. It is parted at the side, but slicked back. His skin is smooth, and he has a well-groomed goatee. His eyes are intense and dark.

Looking at her husband makes me wonder what my mother looks like and which of her features I have. This is the closest I have ever come to finding at least one of my parents. She could let me know where my father is, potentially too.

More than anything, I want to know what led them to give me up and whether she ever thought about me. I mind link Kaia. I need to talk to her. I want to leave to see my mother, but I also feel like I need moral support.

‘Kaia, are you really busy right now?’

‘Hey, I’m about to leave for the council with Aiden, Thalia, and Isaiah. What’s up?’

‘Nothing. I will talk to you when you get back then.’

I closed the link and sighed. I’ve waited this long. A little longer won’t hurt anything. I start scrolling through Diljit Mandeb’s company website, and there is a knock at my door.

When I open it, Isaiah and Kaia come in, and I’m surprised.

“Spill,” Kaia said with a smile.

I smiled back. No matter what, she is my sister. “I found my mom.”

Isaiah was the next to smile. “Hey, that’s great! Where is she?”

“She is about a three-hour drive from here. She goes by Cherise Mandeb now. My mom and dad divorced five years after they gave me up. Then she got married three years later to this guy,” I said as I turned my laptop around.

“He looks intense,” Kaia said.

“Right?” I replied. “Anyway, he owns a textile company, and I was going to go through the company profile. There is no picture of her on the website, though.”

Isaiah chimed in, “Maybe she is a housewife. That’s a thing, right?”

I laughed, “Yeah, that’s a thing. I don’t know, though. She has no social media. I have a phone number and email, though.”

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Kaia jumped, “Why not call her then?”

“What would I even say? ‘Hi, remember the daughter you gave up twenty years ago? Surprise! I’m her!” I replied.

Kaia took me by the hands, “You’re nervous. I get it. But you should call her. Do you want me to do it?”

I should be brave about this. I am a hitman for goodness sake. I am a tech wizard. I have beaten men and killed others. I’m smart and sassy when I want to be, and yet, this is terrifying me. What if she denies having given birth to me? What if she was happy to get rid of me and looked at me like a mistake? What if …she wants nothing to do with me?

“No. I want to research a little further. Maybe even go to the company, scope out the place, and get a feel for the environment. Once I understand her and her new life, I can break the ice. I’m not ready yet, though.”

Isaiah looked at me curiously, “You have been adamant about finding your birth parents, and now that you have found your mother, you’re scared? I can’t imagine she would be upset to see you. I’ve never seen a mother not want her kids.”

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