Big doggy?
I doubled over laughing.
Kai had already climbed onto Kayden's back, little hands clutchingthe fur at his neck.
"So soft!" He crowed in delight. "Daddy, you're so soft and warm!"
Kayden lay there, not daring to move, wolf eyes finding mine with a look that screamed help.
"It's fine." I walked over, stroking Kayden's wolf head—the fur really was soft. "He likes you."
Kayden nuzzled against my palm, letting out a low whimper that sounded almost like... pouting.
The mighty Alpha was pouting? I deliberately patted the fluffy wolf head.
"Daddy, can you run?" Kai asked from his perch. "Like a horse?"
Kayden stood, taking a few tentative steps.
Kai giggled. "Faster!"
Kayden broke into a trot.
"More!"
Kayden accelerated, racing across the lawn while Kai's laughter rang through the dusk, bright as silver bells.
I sat on the steps, watching them.
Kai had never been this happy.
And Kayden...
Kayden had never looked this relaxed.
On the fourth day of living together, I discovered Kayden's new hobby—writing love poems, though calling them "disastrous" was generous. Every morning, a new piece of paper appeared on my nightstand.
Day one:
"Your eyes are like amber,
No, like honey,
Wait, that's not right either...
Anyway, they're really pretty."
Day two:
"I spent all night trying to figure out how to describe you,
But I couldn't,
Because no words are beautiful enough,
—An Alpha with a limited vocabulary."
Day three:
