Fenrir’s head snapped up.
You’re right, he choked out.There is more than one beat.
I stilled.
Twins? Triplets? My mind went completely blank.
Babies.
Our babies.
Fenrir didn’t view them as property or possession. His only wish was for them to be safe and provided for. To watch them grow. To see them flourish.
I began calculating the days.
Tomorrow, the medical staff will arrive with the equipment, I told him.
You will not upset her, he growled.
Yeah, yeah, I muttered.
???
It was still dark when we woke, and I felt him let go. I immediately pushed through and stretched outside of his form. Dust and grime coated my body as I hit the floor. The urge to gag was always present after a shift.
I stood quickly and rubbed the dirt from my palms before brushing it from the rest of my body, pausing to stare at her closed door.
There was no lock preventing me from going inside—but Fenrir had made it clear this was no longer about what I wanted. He would never forgive me if I were the cause of separation from our children. Never.
As a tactician, I understood the boundary he’d set. But I also knew that for every problem, there was a solution—even if I had to work around obstacles.
I turned toward the stairs and quietly returned to my bedroom to shower.
The hot water washed the filth away.
But my mind churned at the thought of seeing Lielit again.
???
I ground black pepper over the poached eggs and avocado when I heard her call out for wolf. Fenrir reacted to her voice but didn’t fight me. With a faint smile, I added the sizzling slab of meat to her plate—the fat perfectly rendered. I added the rest to my own.
Her footsteps raced down the stairs, and I scowled. Careless, in her current condition.
I glanced up as she stopped in the doorway.
“Good morning. I’m afraid Fenrir had to leave for a bit.”
She frowned, but her gaze drifted to the plate I’d set on the kitchen table.
“I made breakfast.”
She hesitated. The food was too appetising to ignore—but she clearly resented the hands that had prepared it.
“His name is Fenrir?” she murmured, not stepping any closer.
“Son of Loki, no less,” I said lightly, taking a sip of my coffee as her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
I decided that was enough for her this morning.
