This way, he can continue doing the work he does, because I’ve seen first hand how important it is.
Skin grafts don’t erase the harm that happened to Rosa, but it does change how often she thinks about it. She can have good days without catching a glimpse in the mirror of her rapist’s name carved into her skin or a knife sketch of a dick.
Cassidy suggested the name of a tattoo artist for when Rosalia is ready to take that step, but it’ll be a while before her back will be ready for that. Thankfully, this artist enjoys challenging tattoo projects, and is more than willing to wait for my wife’s back to heal completely.
I’ll cling to the good days. God only knows we deserve some of that light.
There are still things that go bump in the night that hurt others, and I’m related to one of them. Emilia is a ghost that enjoys taunting me of late. I didn’t even know I was on her radar, but I received a letter to the Michigan house that was forwarded to Savannah this afternoon that said otherwise.
Cousin,
I hear my enemies have asked that you look for me. Don’t bother and enjoy your pack.
I don’t involve my family in my business unless they give me a reason to.
Be well,
Emilia.
I’m taking this as the warning it is. Karma will find her soon enough. I can’t take responsibility for anything else. I have my hands full enough with my little corner of life. The Crisis Institute for Wellness in Michigan is no longer just a place to help heal the wounds my father caused.
It’s open to the public with free services for those who want therapy, and there’s a hospital portion to it for those who need more intensive treatment. After interviewing several people to manage the hospital, Bernice Reynolds is who I decided to hire, and she doesn’t have a clue about why certain individuals will be accepting services there.
She and some of the office staff are reaching out to people on a list they’ve been given they believe comes from the state. In actuality, every one of those people are victims of child abuse due to my father’s actions.
It’s a white lie of omission, yet one that has to stay in place for now.
Hopefully, she never figures out what lies beneath the shiny new position she finds herself at. The pay is better than any other non-profit job she’s likely to find, and the hours are grueling.
As long as she toes the line, the status quo will remain in place, and I won’t need to visit her for less than professional reasons.
I can still be a ruthless bastard when necessary. My pack is who I give the best pieces of myself to.
My hands squeeze Rosa’s waist as I ease her into my lap, and she gives me a smile as she snuggles against my chest.
“How are you feeling about your father’s will being null and void?” she asks tentatively.
My lips press together at her question before I relax my body to reply.
“His last words from beyond the grave were made with the intent to fuck me over. Marriages and children shouldn't be a contingency plan,” I growl. “I’m glad he met his demise at the end of Hollis’ knife.”
“You also kind of need to have sex to have babies,” she mumbles.
Rosalia is happy to cuddle and kiss, but none of us are pressing for more. Her heat hasn’t returned, and Dr. Walsh swears it’ll be back when she feels ready. There’s no other biological reason for it to stay away.
Pablo has had several heats over the last eight months, and we spend them in his nest. He only uses his nest for his heats because he doesn’t want to flood Rosalia’s with sex pheromones. Pablo swears they linger for days afterward and he wants her to be able to sleep comfortably.
Our routine is that Rosa stays in the room with Pablo in his nest during his heat but doesn’t participate. She smoothes back his hair, brings him water, and tells him what a good boy he is as he gets fucked through his heat. It’s not perfect, but it’s what seems to be working for now.
“I hear that’s how these things work,” I admit, dropping my head down to kiss her temple. Instead, she lifts her lips, and kisses me, causing me to hold her tightly.
I fucking love kissing my wife. She has this way of melting against me, and her little sighs and moans have a way of destroying my control. I can feel my cock stirring underneath her ass, and I pull back to rub my nose against hers.
“Nico?”
“Mmhmm.” My nostrils flare as they fill with the scent of her slick, something that’s been happening more and more. My body shudders as I cage my own desire. I can’t push her for more.
“Don’t stop.”
