Jannie stopped fussing.
Mathlin stared. “Wh-what? H-how did you...”
Jannie was so calm now, she looked like an angel.
That traitor! “Jannie!”
She blinked up at him, stuffing her fingers into her mouth.
Titan wasn’t even her dad!
Titan grinned. “Wolf pups like it too. I do this all the time with the pack’s pups. Go on, read the contract while she’s distracted.”
Because Titan had paused his rumbling to speak, Jannie began to whimper. But she calmed down again when Titan’s rumbling started back up.
Mathlin had to tear himself away from the sight: a huge alpha like Titan, with Mathlin’s tiny baby rising and falling on his chest every time he breathed.
How many pups had Titan held like this?
Mathlin retreated behind the desk, sneaking peeks at them. It was surprisingly domestic.
His ovaries swelled with interest.
Horrified, he clutched his belly. “No,” he hissed at his body. “I don’t care that my heat’s landing soon. You’re not making babies!”
Titan glanced over, eyebrows raised.
“I wasn’t talking about you!” Mathlin yelped.
The alpha coughed discreetly. “Sure.”
But ever so slightly, his cheeks turned pink.
“Wait. You heard—” Horrified, Mathlin choked down his words. Titan had said he could hear lies. “Oh gods.”
“Read the contract, Mathlin,” Titan said, sounding amused.
Mathlin whimpered, climbing onto Titan’s office chair and holding up the stack of papers so it hid his face.
“I’m professional,” Mathlin whispered to himself. “I can be professional even though I want to fuck my boss!”
In the other corner of the office, Titan began to cough. “Sorry, Jannie,” Titan muttered, his face as red as Mathlin’s.
“Oh gods,” Mathlin moaned. “Everything is terrible.”
“You’re not terrible,” Titan pointed out.
“It doesn’t help that Hamilton put up all these rippling pink curtains,” Mathlin blurted, trying and failing to stop his mouth from moving. “When I walk through this place, it’s like I’m moving through someone’s ass. Because the walls are pink.”
Titan began to cough again. Somewhere in the distance, Hamilton cackled.
“You’re making it better than I ever could,” Hamilton howled.
When you made things ‘better’ than a Butler Brother could—that was when you knew you had really fucked up.
Mathlin pressed his face against the desk, the contract flopping onto his head.
“Read the contract, Mathlin,” Titan said, amused but with a hint of command in his voice. “I’ll have one of my brothers take down the curtains.”
