I swear to Fates I will kill her one of these days.
Khatri laughs, watching us fight over who gets to train his super- skilled offspring.
“Sorry, you had to see that. The siren is out of control most days and a little manic. Tell me about your other daughter; how old is she?”
“My little Aurora is six on the outside but an old lady on the inside. She’s reading books on supernatural history when she should be watching whatever cartoon kids watch these days. I can’t blame her for keeping to herself though, we don’t have many werewolf children in the kingdom to keep her company.”
Interesting.It’s not uncommon for two different kinds of supernatural to find mates in each other, and since her mom is a werewolf, Aurora taking after her is no surprise.
Even for adult werewolves, it’s difficult not to be a part of a pack, but having her mate and family must help Khatri’s wife, but it won’t help his little girl. Being a rouge at such a young age is not good for her fragile mind.
“Maybe she needs a friend like my August to teach her the wonders of eating cake with his hands and watching a mouse make a cat’s life hell on TV.”
Khatri blinks rapidly at my suggestion and agrees in a blink. Not only is the playdate good for both kids to come out of their shells but being an alpha by blood means that even if August doesn’t have his wolf yet, he can help Aurora not feel alone anymore.
I’m sure August would like her. He doesn’t mix well with the hyper kids his age because of how skittish he feels around them, but maybe a calm little girl with a reading addiction could complement his subpar social skills. Maybe he will finally make a friend who is not at least twenty years older than him.
After an afternoon with Khatri, Angel leads me out of the conference room and back to our floor to discuss the playdate with August.
Talking about kids. “Before I forget, we’re not having a whole village of kids.”
“What—Why?” he stops dead in the hallway. If anyone saw him right now, they would think I just told him his puppy died. He looks genuinely heartbroken.
“What do you mean why? I’m not pushing out that many kids!”
I thought that would be argument enough, but I guess not. Angel keeps looking at me like I’m breaking every dream he’s ever had. I can see this is heart-breaking for him, and if it were anything other than pushing a watermelon out of me, I would’ve given in immediately.
“Okay, let’s compromise. I don’t need eight. We can make do with six. How about only six kids?”
Only?!
I can’t help but laugh when he says it like six is a massive compromise for him. Angel tries to smooth me over with sweetkisses and promises of doing all the dirty diaper work, but I turn around and run with him hot on my heels. Both of us are laughing uncontrollably, the sound carrying around the castle.
“You’re crazy!”
“Crazy in love with you!”
CHAPTER 30
The highest form of treachery
Nevaeh
“Angel, wake up!” I’ve been shaking this sleepyhead for ten minutes, and he still refuses to budge.
I woke up earlier than usual due to how anxious I was about today. Without disturbing Angel I slid off the bed to freshen up. When I return after an hour long scalding hot shower, Angel is still in dreamland, now hugging my pillow to his chest.
Changing into black cargo pants and a full-sleeved t-shirt, I give my mate five more minutes of being a lazy body like me.
Angel finally groans like I’m ruining his life by waking him up, but before I can pat my back for a job well done, I’m yanked down under him. “Ugh, wake up, you stubborn man. I need you to do something very important,” I gently coax him. I don’t want a cranky Angel clinging to me the whole day because I ruined his beauty sleep.
“And here I thought I tired you enough last night.” He draws me in with the pretense of cuddling, but I know all too well he just wants a better reach to grope me.
My cheeks heat up at his mention of our recent late-night activities. I trace the markings on his shoulders, remembering how I passed out after he made me come for the fourth time.
Things have been naturally progressing in the bedroom since the night we confessed our love for one another. These days, our nights and stolen moments during the day are filled with mind-numbing orgasms, and memorizing every dip and curve of each other’s body.
“We still have a couple of hours, sweetheart,” he mumbles in his husky morning voice, which sends tingles to my nether region. Nuzzling his face into my neck, Angel breathes me in.
