Yeah, I could relate to that—but I hadn’t wanted him dead. The thought sent a sharp pang through my chest, and I couldn’t tell if it was mine or Bouda’s.
“Are you feeling… better?” I asked, changing the subject.
His lips tugged faintly at the corners before he nodded.
“The babies,” he said, pausing as he dragged his spoon through the rice.“I’ll make sure no one ever harms our family.”
The weight behind his words settled deep. His gaze—his voice—belonged to both of them. A vow. I still didn’t understand how he could be so cold and ferocious one moment, then this the next.
Two extremes—but I told you he could never harm you, Bouda said.
Fenrir. This was his influence.
And yours. Seeing the image of the developing pups was the final nail driven into his thick skull.
I slid a hand over my belly. In a few months, our son and daughter would join us. Two eggs. Two sperm. It would be interesting to see how the wolf and hyena genes blended.
At the rate you’re riding his knot, there will be many more pups to come, Bouda snickered.
I frowned, suddenly wondering how often a heat occurred.
With a quiet sigh, I decided I might need to seriously look at the houses he’d suggested—every one of them larger than the one we were currently in.
???
I lay awake, wondering if this was my life now—constantly attached to Blaidd’s knot. During the day, he poured his time and resources into dismantling the system behind the prime minister fucktard. It still infuriated me that so many people had known what was happening and allowed it to continue.
But in the evenings, and on weekends, he shifted into something caught between a family man and a complete sex fiend.
“What’s wrong?” he murmured.
“What am I going to do when I need to pee?” I asked dryly.
He went quiet for a moment before snuggling closer.
“I can carry you to the bathroom,” he whispered into my ear,“and you can give my knot a golden shower.”
I slapped a hand over my eyes because I knew—absolutely knew—he wasn’t joking.
“What happened to your germophobic habits?”
“You’re an anomaly I’m willing to tolerate,” he said, his voice thick with pride.
“Wow. I’m so lucky.”
But even as the sarcasm left my lips, I turned to see his soft smile. He’d just admitted he would let me pee on him—and he hadn’t flinched.
It was weird.
And somehow… sweet.
Chapter 61
Blaidd
It took six weeks to assassinate the eight people who not only funded government officials, but also profited from the misery of others. Three of them had ties to other countries, but I had the funds—and the contacts—to deal with that.
David knew I was coming. He’d cancelled all his appointments for the last four days. A chest infection, they claimed. I knew better.
